Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his necktie and knock. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in character 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 move, but his energy ran out and he lay still, his heart still closed.

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

Silas undid his fly but nix else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir Thomas More, letting out confused short moans, Silas watched for his palpebra to flutter. It took a few minutes of gentle fondling, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinking. Eventually he was capable to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on his own genitalia. He tried to produce an endeavor to impress away, and Silas thought he heard him grumble,"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 easier with practice."

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

Ian became mindful enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hair and turned his brass back to forgather Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth open with three digit, holding it open. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's arrangement, his level of resistance was debile. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and Forth until Ian began to gag and tried to wrench his head away, but Silas tightened his grip on the back of Ian's head. He pulled back to open the boy a hint, 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 joint pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just fatigue duty, not complacency, and certainly not consent or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more stroke, reluctant to take out out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to memorise to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to outdistance himself from the edge of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a hand over his wet member.

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

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you think ? solution me with words."

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

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you recall 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 begin over. You'll need something stronger to think this time."

Ian's oculus snapped unfold, 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 relax, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to oppose back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made decrepit attack to advertise his guardian away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the belt around his radiocarpal joint and stick to them to the bar 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 prison term. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating deterrent example. So tell me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to climb up so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his hand still on the belt ammunition buckle."What did it palpate like ?"

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

"Between my…"He didn't seem to desire 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 boldness. You don't remember what I did after."

Ian shook his question, burying it in the pillow.

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

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

"Stop complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't recall next metre either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the air mile 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 bite 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 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 rip from his optic, but didn't try to speak through the tie.

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the drawing string at the boy's waist, lifting him at the pelvic arch to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his brass 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 Boxer 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 soundbox, trying to wrench 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 way. 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 work on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to groom and seduce you, slowly over time, until you want this as a good deal 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 word, Silas spat on his paw and rubbed himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother.

Ian let out a soundless cry, tongue soaking the silk tie.

Silas noticed the response, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to spit out again, then slid inside, smoother this meter. He picked up the stride quickly, making no try to be gentle.

Ian began to press, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his wide weight unit, which seemed to take the breathing spell and the fight out of him.

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

Silas maintained a unfaltering pace, occasionally pulling back to see how a lot red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the maiden 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 cast off Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his arms on either side of meat of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his articulatio coxae as hard and trench against Ian's as he could.

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

"Do you cogitate you can get me to stop by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me make out you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow motility, 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 brother's affectionate depth, 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 hole."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 hanker 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 stronger. You'll only last out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easygoing option, eventually you will vagabond over and offer me your physical structure 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 penny-pinching 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 hollow, and his mouth snapshot open. Silas grabbed a Mass of hair's-breadth with his other handwriting 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 face, and he gagged and tried to skewer, but eventually nodded.

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

"You taste like shit,"Ian pettifoggery, 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 nous and gave him a moment to decompress, but the boy remained tense.

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

Ian answered with a spotlight, and Silas reached for his ass again. Ian, in a moment of scare, 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 pain ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good answer. For the run,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"spread out your mouth."

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

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

But Silas ignored the oral cavity and crawled over Ian, his dead body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could react, Silas straddled Ian's pelvic girdle, pulled his impertinence apart and pushed inside his affectionate canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to resist, but Silas's focused formulation seemed to hush him.

Silas pressed in mystifying until he felt Ian's ass against his release, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's face twisted in mounting pleasance, his mouth dropping open and his eyes closed in concentration.

He pulled back and began thrusting harder, slapping against his comrade's ass as he went, beginning to pant and cry in pleasure while Ian sobbed in pain.

"Tell me how often it hurts,"Silas moaned as he thrust."Let me hear you."

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

"child, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ian as he fucked him."Tell me how a lot I'm pain you,"he said, pressing his forehead lovingly against Ian's back.

For the number one time, Ian didn't fight the instruction he was given.

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

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the pace drawing sudor between their soundbox and between Silas's shoulder blades."You feel so hot, you're going to establish me come. Tell me again."

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

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the wall as he ground bass inside his piffling brother's body as he riddled it with pain and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too closelipped to contain himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a paw around Ian's jaw, pulling his straits back too far for comfort, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his nerves sang and Ian struggled to suspire. He thrust a few More clip, groaning in pleasure 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 shoulders and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just suffer to recapitulate the moral, which I won't mind at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the dorsum of Ian's head.

"I know. ”