Silas locked the doorway behind himself and slipped out of his necktie and whang. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in pillowcase he should need either for a restraint later. He sat on the bed and stroked Ian's back, and the boy stirred.

"Good break of the day, sunshine. How are you feeling ?"

Ian tried to move, but his vitality ran out and he lay still, his eyes still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to move too much. You won't think 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 cypher else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir More, letting out obscure little moan, Silas watched for his eyelids to fleet. It took a few arcminute of gruntle petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slack blinks. Eventually he was capable to pore on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on his own crotch. He tried to make an drive to motivate 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 bite me. But it will get gentle with practice."

Silas pulled his white quagmire subject enough to uncover himself, and he leaned over his brother's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hair and turned his side back to meet Silas's crotch.

"You're getting commodity at this, so here's where we're going to bug out today."

Silas forced Ian's utter open with three fingerbreadth, holding it candid. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of opposition was weak. Silas slipped himself inside with footling difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and Forth River until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his head away, but Silas tightened his clench on the back of Ian's head. He pulled back to give the boy a breath, 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 wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not complacency, and certainly not consent or obedience.

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

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

Ian was lull a piece, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you think back ? Answer me with words."

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

"Do you recollect me undressing you ?"

Ian nodded slowly, his center 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 firm to remember this time."

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

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

Ian made feeble effort to push his defender away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the belt 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 to a lesser extent I have to repeat next time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my sentence repeating moral. So state me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to parachute so far ahead before your consistence's ready for it."

fearfulness dripped from Ian's middle and soaked the pillow.

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his hired man still on the belt warp."What did it feel like ?"

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

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

Ian shook his headland, 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 set to afford his mouth on command yet.

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

"Stop 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 next time."He finished tying the knot around Ian's chief."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all dark. 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 matter what I tell you, so I won't bother 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 deal 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 mouth through the tie.

Silas released Ian's Chin and worked on the drawing string at the boy's waist, lifting him at the rose hip to do so. He slid his knickers down as Ian released a tranquil sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheek through the fabric of his boxers.

Ian was tense, and Silas knew there was aught 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 physique touch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

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

Silas pinned Ian's arms down, then pulled on the tie at the backrest of his drumhead 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 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 self-complacent. Eventually, I'll work on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to prepare and make 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 word, Silas fuss 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 pitter-patter again, then slid inside, smoother this fourth dimension. He picked up the step quickly, making no effort to be gentle.

Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his blood brother with his wide weight, which seemed to convey the breath and the fight out of him.

"I told you that if you fought me I wasn't going to be blue-blooded. Do you consider me now, baby brother ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a steady rate, occasionally pulling back to see how practically red he was wearing. The measure wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the first metre, 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 Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

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

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

"Do you think you can get me to cease by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me fuck you."

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

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

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

"Why ?"Ian had the brass to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his blood brother's warm depths, 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 pickle."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 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 solid. You'll only close out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easier option, eventually you will roll over and proffer me your body whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to ache. 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 candid your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's bloody hole, and his mouth shot open. Silas grabbed a pot of hair with his other hired man and pointed Ian's face at his genitalia and pushed inside.

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's practice what you've learned. How many of your effort to struggle me accept succeeded ?"

Ian answered with a glare, and Silas reached for his ass again. Ian, in a moment of affright, 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 nuisance ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his center snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good response. For the psychometric test,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"unfold your mouth."

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

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

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

Ian braced himself and tried to protest, but Silas's focused face seemed to silence him.

Silas pressed in deep until he felt Ian's ass against his sacking, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's human face twisted in mounting delight, his rima oris dropping undetermined and his optic closed in concentration.

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

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

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

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

For the first sentence, Ian didn't fight the bid he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between prick."Please stopover !"

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the footstep drawing sweat between their physical structure and between Silas's shoulder blades."You feel so hot, you're going to bring in me number. Tell me again."

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

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the paries as he ground deep inside his fiddling pal's consistence as he riddled it with pain and rakehell. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too shut to contain himself.

He pushed as recondite as he could and held himself inside his sidekick, and wrapped a hired hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his headland back too far for comfort, just to pretend his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his nerves sang and Ian struggled to rest. He thrust a few more prison term, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll remember that future clock time, 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 have to ingeminate the example, which I won't idea at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the rachis of Ian's head.

"I know. ”