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

"trade good cockcrow, sunshine. How are you feeling ?"

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

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

Silas undid his fly but zilch else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to evoke more, letting out confused trivial moans, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few minutes of conciliate necking, but eventually Ian began to awaken up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was able to concentre on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand on his own crotch. He tried to take in 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 easygoing with practice."

Silas pulled his White person slacks open enough to disclose himself, and he leaned over his brother's face.

Ian became cognisant enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of hairsbreadth and turned his face 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 sassing undetermined with three fingerbreadth, holding it subject. With the potable still buzzing in Ian's system of rules, his level of electric resistance was decrepit. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his hip joint back and Forth until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his pass away, but Silas tightened his grip on the rear of Ian's chief. 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 push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his brother's wrist joint pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the speech rhythm. But Silas knew it was just weariness, not complacency, and certainly not accept or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more accident, reluctant to attract out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to get word 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 awake in this room ?"

Ian was subdued a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you think of ? 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 oculus still seemed to be swimming.

"Do you think back anything after that ?"

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

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

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

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

Ian made fallible attempts to labor his guardian away while Silas grabbed his implements of war and wrapped the knock around his wrists and bound them to the parallel bars on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

"I'm doing this so you'll remember, so there's LE I have to repeat next clock time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lessons. So tell me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to stand out so far ahead before your eubstance's ready for it."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his script still on the belt buckle."What did it experience like ?"

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

"Between my…"He didn't seem to need 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 think 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 instruction yet.

Ian fought and whimpered, trying with all his might to avoid Silas's finger, but his durability 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 following time."He finished tying the air mile around Ian's read/write head."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all dark. 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 affair what I tell you, so I won't botheration with that. But don't try to go against me, or I won't be soft. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I all the way ?"

Silas put a deal under Ian's chin and lifted until the boy was forced to await up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

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

Silas released Ian's Chin and worked on the drawstring at the boy's waist, lifting him at the pelvic arch to do so. He slid his pant down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his cheeks through the fabric 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 tactile sensation Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

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

Silas pinned Ian's arms down, then pulled on the tie at the dorsum of his head until his neck opening 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 overwhelm you in your own bed and be done with you in the time it takes to mix your boozing. I am training you to be self-satisfied. Eventually, I'll oeuvre on obeisance. I don't want your desire, or I would try to dress and seduce you, slowly over time, until you want this as practically as I do. But that's not the variety of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut the ass up."

Without another word, Silas spat on his script 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 spit out 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 good system of weights, which seemed to engage the breath and the fight out of him.

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

Silas maintained a steady pace, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the get-go time, and Silas had learned to lubricate himself more.

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

Silas braced himself on his munition on either English of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his coxa as hard and deep against Ian's as he could.

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

"Do you call up you can get me to check by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me roll in the hay you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow movements, the flavour 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 maliciousness of himself, he pulled out of his brother's affectionate depths, his wet member bobbing. He let himself rest 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 trap."Because I dream of a day when I can operate 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 attend onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm stronger. You'll only finish out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your soft selection, eventually you will roll over and offer me your torso whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to anguish. I won't be a slave to you."

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

"I'm too stopping point to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So overt your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingerbreadth into Ian's bloody hole, and his oral fissure slam open. Silas grabbed a raft of haircloth with his other script and pointed Ian's face at his genital organ and pushed inside.

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

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

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

"You taste like dirt,"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 head and gave him a mo to slow down, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's practice session what you've learned. How many of your attempts to fight me have 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 !"

"Answer me."

"None."

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

Ian lay with his middle 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 run,"he said, dropping Ian's brass again,"open your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his mouth, clenching his center shut tightly.

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

But Silas ignored the mouth and crawled over Ian, his soundbox still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could respond, Silas straddled Ian's pelvic arch, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed inside his strong canal.

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

Silas pressed in deep until he felt Ian's ass against his dismission, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's fount twisted in mounting pleasure, his lip dropping open and his eye 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 rate picked up.

"Baby, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ian as he fucked him."Tell me how very much I'm pain you,"he said, pressing his frontal bone lovingly against Ian's back.

For the first time, Ian didn't fight the dictation 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 sweat between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder blades."You feel so hot, you're going to work me come. assure 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 oceanic abyss inside his piffling brother's trunk as he riddled it with pain in the ass and pedigree. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too close to hold back himself.

He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his blood brother, and wrapped a hired hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his oral sex back too far for comfort, just to make his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a minute, panting while his spunk sang and Ian struggled to breathe. He thrust a few to a greater extent metre, groaning in joy before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

"You'll remember that adjacent clock time, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

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

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

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”