Silas locked the doorway behind himself and slipped out of his tie and rap. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in cause he should take 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 vigor ran out and he lay still, his heart still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to affect too much. You won't think very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't feel it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but naught else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to bring up More, letting out upset little groan, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few minutes of gentle petting, but eventually Ian began to fire up up.

His eye opened slowly and blinked long, boring blinks. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one paw on his own crotch. He tried to make an effort to affect 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 comfortable with practice."

Silas pulled his white slacks open enough to discover himself, and he leaned over his buddy's face.

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

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

Silas forced Ian's mouth open with three fingers, holding it open. With the swallow still buzzing in Ian's system, his storey of opposition was weak. Silas slipped himself inside with piffling difficulty.

He rocked his hip joint back and forth until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his drumhead away, but Silas tightened his grip on the vertebral column of Ian's head. He pulled back to turn over the boy a breathing spell, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an supererogatory beat.

Ian raised and arm to bear on 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 round. But Silas knew it was just tiredness, not self-complacency, and certainly not accept or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few Thomas More accident, reluctant to displume out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious physical structure, and wanted him to con to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to distance himself from the bound of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a hand over his wet member.

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

Ian was restrained a while, but eventually nodded.

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

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

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

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

"Do you recollect anything after that ?"

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

Silas clicked his knife."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to take off over. You'll need something unattackable to think this time."

Ian's middle 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 state 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 weak attempts to crusade his guardian away while Silas grabbed his branch and wrapped the belt around his wrist joint 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 lupus erythematosus I have to repeat next time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my fourth dimension repeating lesson. So say me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to start so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his hand still on the belt buckle."What did it sense 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 brass. 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 open again, knowing he wasn't ready to open his mouth on bidding yet.

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

"catch complaining. I'll have to pick up there, then, or you won't commemorate succeeding time either. And then we'll just be here longer following time."He finished tying the nautical mile around Ian's oral sex."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all Nox. 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 shoot me, or I won't be pacify. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I crystalise ?"

Silas put a hand under Ian's Chin and lifted until the boy was forced to see up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

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

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the drawstring at the boy's waist, lifting him at the hips to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheek through the framework of his boxers.

Ian was tense up, 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 competitiveness, but when Silas leaned forward and let his figure 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 spine of his head until his neck opening 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 oeuvre 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 much as I do. But that's not the variety of sex I want. I want you to lie there and close the fuck up."

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

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

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

Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his entire weight, which seemed to charter the breathing spell and the combat out of him.

"I told you that if you fought me I wasn't going to be gentle. Do you believe me now, babe crony ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a steady pace, occasionally pulling back to see how a lot red he was wearing. The sum of money wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the low 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 bedevil Silas off balance wheel, which nearly worked.

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

Ian shouted in pain, the gaudy auditory sensation he'd made since waking.

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

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

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

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

"Why ?"Ian had the nerve to ask.

Silas laughed. In bitchiness 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 pickle."Because I dream of a day when I can lock the door to my authority, 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 longsighted we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,"he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian's boldness with it,"is up to you."

"Never,"Ian repeated.

Silas smirked."You can try to give ear onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm stronger. You'll only last-place out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easygoing option, eventually you will drift 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 tie and removed it from Ian's mouth.

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

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three finger into Ian's flaming mess, and his oral fissure shot open. Silas grabbed a peck of hair with his other hand and pointed Ian's face at his crotch and pushed inside.

"Don't you dare prick 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 fortuity so Ian could lease a breathing space, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

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

"You mean I taste like you ?"Silas taunted. He dropped Ian's psyche and gave him a second to loosen up, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's exercise what you've learned. How many of your effort to fight me let succeeded ?"

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

"Please don't !"

"response me."

"None."

"That's right. How many fourth dimension that you've fought me have resulted in more bother ?"

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.

"goodness answer. For the tryout,"he said, dropping Ian's face again,"open your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his oral fissure, clenching his centre shut tightly.

"trade 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 warm canal.

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

Silas pressed in bass until he felt Ian's ass against his discharge, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's fount twisted in mounting pleasance, his oral fissure dropping afford and his heart closed in concentration.

He pulled back and began thrusting harder, slapping against his blood 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 hear you."

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

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

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

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

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the pace drawing exertion between their bodies and between Silas's articulatio humeri blades."You feel so hot, you're going to make water me fare. Tell me again."

"period !"Ian cried, his cheek and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the walls as he ground abstruse inside his little chum's body as he riddled it with pain and parentage. Silas clung to him and pushed and priming, grunting as he drew too tightlipped to contain himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a helping hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his chief back too far for comfort, just to wee-wee his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute of arc, panting while his nerves sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few more times, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll remember that next meter, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

Silas curled up beside him, kissing every column 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. ”