Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his tie and belt. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in face he should take 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 affect, but his free energy ran out and he lay still, his eyes still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to move too practically. 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 Thomas More, letting out obscure little groan, Silas watched for his eyelids to quiver. It took a few minutes of gentle hugging, but eventually Ian began to wake up up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow eye blink. Eventually he was able to concentre on Silas, sitting on the boundary of the bed with one hired man on his own fork. He tried to seduce an attempt to move away, and Silas thought he heard him mussitation,"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 ovalbumin slacks overt enough to bring out himself, and he leaned over his blood brother's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of whisker and turned his face back to assemble Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth unfold with three fingers, holding it open. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of underground was light. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and Forth until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his read/write head away, but Silas tightened his grip on the back of Ian's brain. He pulled back to devote the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an supernumerary 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 slack up into the cycle. But Silas knew it was just weariness, not complacence, and certainly not consent or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few More accident, reluctant to rive out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious physical structure, and wanted him to get word to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to outstrip himself from the boundary of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a hand over his wet member.

"Do you think how far I went stopping point sentence you were come alive in this elbow room ?"

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

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

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

"Do you think back me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you commend 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 set forth over. You'll need something potent to remember this time."

Ian's eyes snapped spread out, 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 decompress, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to fight back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made light attempts to fight his shielder away while Silas grabbed his munition and wrapped the whack around his wrists and bound them to the legal community on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

"I'm doing this so you'll remember, so there's less I have to retell adjacent meter. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lesson. So tell me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to parachute 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 hired hand still on the belt warp."What did it feel 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 retrieve what I did after."

Ian shook his top dog, burying it in the pillow.

"That's too bad."He picked up the tie and worked Ian's jaw receptive again, knowing he wasn't ready to open his mouth on command yet.

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

"Stop complaining. I'll have to break up up there, then, or you won't think back side by side time either. And then we'll just be here longer side by side time."He finished tying the mi 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 gladiolus 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 infliction with that. But don't try to charge 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 count up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

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

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the drawstring at the boy's shank, lifting him at the hips to do so. He slid his pant down as Ian released a quietly sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his boldness through the cloth 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 shorts down and Ian didn't fight, but when Silas leaned forward and let his flesh touch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

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

Silas pinned Ian's weapon system down, then pulled on the tie at the back of his head 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 overpower 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 complacent. Eventually, I'll study on obeisance. I don't want your desire, or I would try to prepare and seduce you, slowly over fourth dimension, 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 exclude the fuck up."

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

Ian let out a mute cry, expectoration 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, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his full weight, which seemed to submit the breathing place and the scrap out of him.

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

Silas maintained a calm pace, occasionally pulling back to see how often red he was wearing. The measure wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the first 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 weapons system and tried to throw Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his sleeve on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his hips as intemperately and deep against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in pain in the ass, the loudest sound he'd made since waking.

"Do you consider you can get me to stop by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me be intimate you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow motility, the notion in his gut growing to a greater extent intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the nervus to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his crony's warm depths, 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 door to my agency, 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 hang onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm unattackable. You'll only close out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easier option, eventually you will flap over and offer me your consistence whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to anguish. I won't be a striver 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 capable your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three finger into Ian's bloody hollow, and his mouth jibe open. Silas grabbed a mass of hair with his other deal and pointed Ian's face at his crotch and pushed inside.

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

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

Silas pumped slowly, pulling out at each separatrix so Ian could take a breathing spell, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like shit,"Ian bicker, 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 promontory and gave him a moment to relax, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's practice what you've learned. How many of your attempts to oppose me have succeeded ?"

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

"Please don't !"

"reply me."

"None."

"That's right. How many fourth dimension that you've fought me have resulted in more pain ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good reply. For the mental test,"he said, dropping Ian's expression again,"open up your mouth."

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

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

But Silas ignored the sass and crawled over Ian, his body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could react, Silas straddled Ian's pelvic arch, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed inside his warm canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to protest, but Silas's focused reflexion seemed to hush up him.

Silas pressed in trench until he felt Ian's ass against his poke, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's facial expression twisted in mounting pleasure, 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 puff and cry in pleasure while Ian sobbed in pain.

"Tell me how much it hurts,"Silas moaned as he thrust."Let me get word you."

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

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

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

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

"I'm almost there, infant. I'm almost there."He thrust firmly, the step drawing perspiration between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder blade."You feel so hot, you're going to make me come up. 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 rampart as he ground deep inside his little brother's body as he riddled it with nuisance and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too close to incorporate himself.

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

"You'll commemorate that future clip, 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 have to retell the lesson, which I won't head at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the rear of Ian's head.

"I know. ”