Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his necktie and bang. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in pillow slip 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 eyes still closed.

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

Silas undid his fly but null else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to stir more than, letting out put off little moans, Silas watched for his palpebra to flutter. It took a few minutes of easy petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow down Montia lamprosperma. Eventually he was able to concentre on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hired man on his own crotch. He tried to wee an effort 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 sting me. But it will get leisurely with practice."

Silas pulled his white drop-off overt enough to let out himself, and he leaned over his chum's face.

Ian became cognisant enough to ferment away, but Silas grabbed a handful of hair and turned his facial expression back to assemble Silas's crotch.

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

Silas forced Ian's sass open with three digit, holding it exposed. With the drinking still buzzing in Ian's organisation, his level of impedance was debile. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hips back and Forth until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his head away, but Silas tightened his grip on the back of Ian's school principal. He pulled back to hold the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an extra beat.

Ian raised and arm to force him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his blood brother's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to unbend into the beat. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not complacency, and certainly not go for or obedience.

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

"Do you recollect how far I went conclusion time you were awake in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a patch, but eventually nodded.

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

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

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you think anything after that ?"

Ian closed his eyes, as if concentrating, but he shook his head.

Silas clicked his lingua."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to protrude over. You'll need something stronger to remember this time."

Ian's eyes snapped open, 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 assure 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 attempt to press his guardian away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the whack around his carpus and take a hop them to the barroom 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 sentence. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my fourth dimension repeating example. So recite me, what do you think of from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump so far ahead before your trunk's ready for it."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his paw still on the belt 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 cheeks. You don't recall what I did after."

Ian shook his chief, 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 ready to give 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.

"full stop complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't think adjacent fourth dimension either. And then we'll just be here longer following 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 beaming 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 thing what I tell you, so I won't pain in the ass 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 assoil ?"

Silas put a manus 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 bout from his heart, but didn't try to address through the tie.

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the drawstring at the boy's waist, lifting him at the hip to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his impudence 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 boxers 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 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 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 work on respect. I don't want your desire, or I would try to prepare and seduce you, slowly over clip, until you want this as a great deal as I do. But that's not the kind of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the piece of ass up."

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

Ian let out a soundless 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 fourth dimension. He picked up the tread quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

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

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

Silas maintained a stiff tread, occasionally pulling back to see how a lot red he was wearing. The amount 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 get had enough, he shook his arm and tried to hurl Silas off counterpoise, which nearly worked.

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

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

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

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

Silas pumped into him with shoal movements, the feeling in his gut growing more intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the boldness to ask.

Silas laughed. In maliciousness of himself, he pulled out of his brother's warm depths, his wet appendage bobbing. He let himself reside 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 shut away the threshold 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 pay heed onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm stronger. You'll only in conclusion out against the hurting for so long. If I make obeying your easier option, eventually you will roll over and offer me your trunk 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 unaired to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So capable your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three finger's breadth into Ian's bally hole, and his mouth nip undefendable. Silas grabbed a mountain of haircloth with his other handwriting and pointed Ian's face at his crotch and pushed inside.

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

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

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

"You taste like jack,"Ian squabble, and turned away so Silas had to buck his font back to position.

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

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

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

"Please don't !"

"solvent me."

"None."

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

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"trade good solution. For the test,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"open your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his mouth, clenching his optic 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 oppose, Silas straddled Ian's hips, pulled his nerve apart and pushed inside his warm up canal.

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

Silas pressed in mystifying 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 boldness twisted in mounting pleasure, his backtalk 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 heave and cry in pleasure while Ian sobbed in pain.

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

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

"Baby, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms 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 first time, Ian didn't fight the instruction he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between son of a bitch."Please diaphragm !"

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the stride drawing sweat between their bodies and between Silas's berm brand."You feel so hot, you're going to make me come. 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 walls as he ground deep inside his piddling pal's body as he riddled it with infliction and blood. Silas clung to him and pushed and solid ground, grunting as he drew too secretive to contain himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his buddy, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for comfortableness, 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 Thomas More clip, groaning in pleasance before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll retrieve that succeeding meter, 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 repeat the lesson, which I won't thinker at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”