Silas locked the threshold behind himself and slipped out of his necktie 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.

"Good break of the day, sunniness. 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 move too much. You won't remember very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't feeling it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but zippo else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir more, letting out confused footling moans, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few minutes of pacify petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow nictitation. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the bound of the bed with one hired hand on his own fork. He tried to bring in an elbow grease to travel 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 leisurely with practice."

Silas pulled his white morass open enough to reveal himself, and he leaned over his sidekick's face.

Ian became cognisant enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hair and turned his aspect back to see Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth loose with three fingers, holding it open. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's system, his tier of opposition was feeble. Silas slipped himself inside with petty difficulty.

He rocked his pelvis back and forth until Ian began to gag and tried to flex his fountainhead away, but Silas tightened his grip on the back of Ian's foreland. He pulled back to feed the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an spare beat.

Ian raised and arm to fight 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 method. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not self-satisfaction, and certainly not accept or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few Sir Thomas More shot, loath to attract out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to learn 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 hand over his wet member.

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

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

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

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

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you call up anything after that ?"

Ian closed his centre, 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 impregnable to call up this time."

Ian's eye snapped out-of-doors, 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 loosen, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to fight back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made weak attempts to push his protector away while Silas grabbed his sleeve and wrapped the belt around his radiocarpal joint and bound them to the cake on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

"I'm doing this so you'll remember, so there's less I have to restate next fourth dimension. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lessons. So evidence me, what do you think back from before ? Maybe I won't have to jumpstart 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 helping hand still on the bash buckle."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 face. You don't remember what I did after."

Ian shook his head, burying it in the pillow.

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

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

"full point complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't remember adjacent time either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the nautical mile around Ian's psyche."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 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 go against me, or I won't be lenify. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clear ?"

Silas put a handwriting under Ian's Kuki and lifted until the boy was forced to look up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

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

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the string at the boy's shank, lifting him at the hips to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a restrained sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheeks through the fabric of his boxers.

Ian was strain, 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 trace Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

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

Silas pinned Ian's arms down, then pulled on the tie at the back 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 way. I could overwhelm you in your own bed and be done with you in the fourth dimension it takes to mix your beverage. 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 meter, 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 nooky up."

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

Ian let out a still cry, spit soaking the silk tie.

Silas noticed the reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to ptyalize again, then slid inside, smoother this time. He picked up the pace quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

Ian began to struggle, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his full free weight, which seemed to accept the breath and the fight out of him.

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

Silas maintained a steady gait, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount of money wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the initiative meter, 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 weapon system and tried to throw Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

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

Ian shouted in botheration, the forte sound he'd made since waking.

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

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

Silas pumped into him with shoal 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 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 hollow."Because I dream of a day when I can shut away the door to my part, 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 up onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm potent. You'll only final out against the pain sensation for so long. If I make obeying your easier option, eventually you will tramp 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 hurt. I won't be a slave to you."

Silas untied the necktie and removed it from Ian's mouth.

"I'm too nigh to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So open your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three finger's breadth into Ian's bloody hole, and his sass shot candid. Silas grabbed a lot of hair with his other hand and pointed Ian's face at his crotch and pushed inside.

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

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

Silas pumped slowly, pulling out at each chance event so Ian could consume a intimation, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

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

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

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

Ian answered with a blaze, 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 clip that you've fought me have resulted in more annoyance ?"

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his centre snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"commodity answer. For the test,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"spread your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his rima oris, clenching his middle shut tightly.

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

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

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

Silas pressed in deeply 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 cheek twisted in mounting pleasure, his mouth dropping give 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.

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

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

"babe, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his subdivision around Ian as he fucked him."Tell me how very much I'm hurting you,"he said, pressing his forehead lovingly against Ian's back.

For the firstly fourth dimension, Ian didn't fight the bid he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between sob."Please period !"

"I'm almost there, sister. I'm almost there."He thrust voiceless, the yard drawing sweat between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder blades."You feel so hot, you're going to make me come. Tell me again."

"arrest !"Ian cried, his brass and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the rampart as he ground bass inside his small pal's consistence as he riddled it with painfulness and line. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too close to incorporate himself.

He pushed as recondite as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his forefront back too far for consolation, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a second, panting while his mettle sang and Ian struggled to pass off. He thrust a few more fourth dimension, groaning in pleasance before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll remember that side by side time, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

Silas curled up beside him, kissing every column inch of his berm and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just have to repeat the object lesson, which I won't mind at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the binding of Ian's head.

"I know. ”