Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his tie and belt. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in font 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 eyes still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to move too much. You won't call back very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't tone it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but nil else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir more, letting out confused petty moans, Silas watched for his eyelid to flutter. It took a few mo of gentle necking, but eventually Ian began to ignite up.

His heart opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the boundary of the bed with one hand on his own genital organ. He tried to throw an effort to proceed 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 wanton with practice."

Silas pulled his E. B. White slacks undecided enough to let on himself, and he leaned over his crony's face.

Ian became aware enough to ferment away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hair and turned his grimace back to fill Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's talk candid with three fingers, holding it loose. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of resistance was weak. Silas slipped himself inside with little 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 grip on the back of Ian's head. He pulled back to make the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an supererogatory beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee joint over his crony's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just weariness, not complacence, and certainly not accept or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more stroking, reluctant to pull 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 outstrip himself from the edge of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a hand over his wet member.

"Do you commemorate how far I went last fourth dimension you were come alive in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a piece, but eventually nodded.

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

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

"Do you think me undressing you ?"

Ian nodded slowly, his eyes 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 natural language."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to come out over. You'll need something secure to remember 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 enjoin you to relax, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to fight back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made washy attempts to push his protector away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the smash around his articulatio radiocarpea 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 less I have to duplicate next time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lessons. So recount me, what do you commend from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

concern dripped from Ian's eyes and soaked the pillow.

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his mitt still on the belt buckle."What did it experience 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 impudence. You don't recall 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 open again, knowing he wasn't fix to open his mouth on instruction yet.

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

"Stop complaining. I'll have to plunk up there, then, or you won't think of next clock time either. And then we'll just be here longer succeeding 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 night. Listen, you'll be gladiola I gave you something to burn 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 go against 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 mentum 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 verbalize 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 pants down as Ian released a quiet down sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his buttock through the framework of his boxers.

Ian was tense, and Silas knew there was zero 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 human body signature Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

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

Silas pinned Ian's coat of 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 room. I could overpower you in your own bed and be done with you in the time it takes to mix your deglutition. 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 score you, slowly over fourth dimension, until you want this as a great deal as I do. But that's not the variety of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the fuck up."

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

Ian let out a mum 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 time. He picked up the pace quickly, making no attempt to be gentle.

Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his to the full weight unit, which seemed to bring the intimation and the battle out of him.

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

Silas maintained a steady stride, occasionally pulling back to see how very much red he was wearing. The total wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the number one prison term, and Silas had learned to lubricate himself more.

Ian sobbed gently into the pillow, but when he seemed to suffer had enough, he shook his munition and tried to throw Silas off proportion, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his blazonry on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his articulatio coxae as toilsome and deep against Ian's as he could.

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

"Do you guess you can get me to break off by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me fuck you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow effort, the belief in his gut growing more intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the spunk to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother's warm up depths, his wet member bobbing. He let himself perch 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 threshold 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 hang onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm solid. You'll only last out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easier alternative, 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 hurt. 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 out-of-doors your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's blinking gob, and his oral cavity dig unfold. Silas grabbed a mass of tomentum with his other hand 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 spit, but eventually nodded.

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

"You taste like asshole,"Ian tiff, 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 foreland and gave him a second to relax, but the boy remained tense.

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

Ian answered with a brilliance, 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 times that you've fought me have resulted in more pain sensation ?"

Ian lay with his eyes 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 test,"he said, dropping Ian's boldness again,"open your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his back talk, 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 lovesome canal.

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

Silas pressed in rich until he felt Ian's ass against his sack, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's face twisted in mounting joy, his mouth dropping opened 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 get wind you."

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

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

For the for the first time clip, Ian didn't fight the command he was given.

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

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

"stopover !"Ian cried, his fount and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The speech sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the rampart as he ground deep inside his fiddling brother's body as he riddled it with annoyance and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too skinny to contain himself.

He pushed as deeply as he could and held himself inside his comrade, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for comfort, just to progress to 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 times, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll commemorate that adjacent metre, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

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

"If you don't, we'll just have to repeat 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. ”