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

"goodness morning, cheer. How are you feeling ?"

Ian tried to move, but his DOE ran out and he lay still, his optic still closed.

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

Silas undid his fly but nix else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to bring up to a greater extent, letting out disconcert little moan, Silas watched for his eyelids to flutter. It took a few minutes of gentle petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His centre opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was able to focalise on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one paw on his own privates. He tried to take an effort to move 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 prick me. But it will get easier with practice."

Silas pulled his white slacks open enough to let on himself, and he leaned over his crony's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of whisker 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 open with three fingerbreadth, holding it open. With the drink still buzzing in Ian's arrangement, his level of resistivity was rickety. Silas slipped himself inside with piffling 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 foreland. He pulled back to throw the boy a breathing spell, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an extra beat.

Ian raised and arm to bear on him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his knee over his pal's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to relax into the rhythm. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not self-complacency, and certainly not accept or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more strokes, reluctant to pull out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious torso, and wanted him to learn to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to outdistance himself from the edge of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a mitt over his wet member.

"Do you remember how far I went last time you were arouse in this room ?"

Ian was quiet a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you think of ? answer me with words."

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as aloud as his vox would go.

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

Ian nodded slowly, his optic 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 knife."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to pop out over. You'll need something potent to think back this time."

Ian's eyes snapped out-of-doors, then widened in fear as Silas reached for the smash and the tie that he wasn't wishing to use.

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

Ian made weak attempts to push his guardian away while Silas grabbed his blazon and wrapped the belt around his carpus and bound them to the prevention 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 succeeding time. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my fourth dimension repeating example. So assure me, what do you remember from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump off so far ahead before your body's ready for it."

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

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his 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 boldness. 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 up his mouth on command yet.

Ian fought and whimpered, trying with all his might to avoid Silas's finger, 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 remember following time either. And then we'll just be here longer adjacent 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 sword lily 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 thing what I tell you, so I won't trouble with that. But don't try to charge me, or I won't be entitle. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clear ?"

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

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

Ian blinked split from his centre, 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 drawers down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his brass through the fabric of his boxers.

Ian was tense, and Silas knew there was zippo 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 bod signature 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 branch down, then pulled on the tie at the back of his head until his neck 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 clock time it takes to mix your potable. I am training you to be complacent. Eventually, I'll work on respect. I don't want your desire, or I would try to curry and make you, slowly over fourth dimension, until you want this as much as I do. But that's not the sort of sex I want. I want you to lie there and keep out the fuck up."

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

Ian let out a silent cry, spitting 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 footstep quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

Ian began to struggle, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his sidekick with his entire weightiness, which seemed to take the breathing spell and the competitiveness out of him.

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

Silas maintained a brace 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 clip, 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 subdivision and tried to throw Silas off equaliser, which nearly worked.

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

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

"Do you mean you can get me to stop over by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me be intimate you."

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

Silas pumped into him with shallow motion, the feel in his gut growing More intense.

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

"Why ?"Ian had the mettle to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother's tender depths, his wet phallus 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 digit into Ian's loosened hole."Because I dream of a day when I can lock away the room access 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 hang onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm inviolable. You'll only last out against the bother for so long. If I make obeying your easygoing option, eventually you will roll over and bid me your body whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to smart. I won't be a slave to you."

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

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

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three fingers into Ian's bloody hole, and his mouth barb spread. Silas grabbed a mass of hair's-breadth with his other hand and pointed Ian's nerve at his genitals and pushed inside.

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

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

Silas pumped slowly, pulling out at each virgule so Ian could strike a breather, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

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

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

"Let's practice what you've learned. How many of your attempts to crusade 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 !"

"result me."

"None."

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

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

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his eyes snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"trade good answer. 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 eyes shut tightly.

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

But Silas ignored the oral cavity and crawled over Ian, his body still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could oppose, Silas straddled Ian's hip, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed inside his lovesome canal.

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

Silas pressed in cryptical until he felt Ian's ass against his poke, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's boldness twisted in mounting pleasure, his sass dropping open and his middle closed in concentration.

He pulled back and began thrusting harder, slapping against his brother's ass as he went, beginning to gasp and cry in pleasure while Ian sobbed in pain.

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

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

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

For the inaugural time, Ian didn't fight the bid he was given.

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

"I'm almost there, child. I'm almost there."He thrust harder, the footstep drawing sweat between their bodies and between Silas's shoulder leaf blade."You feel so hot, you're going to pee me come. narrate me again."

"halt !"Ian cried, his human face and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the wall as he ground mystifying inside his little Brother's body as he riddled it with pain and stemma. Silas clung to him and pushed and earth, grunting as he drew too close 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 head back too far for comfort, 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 more than metre, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling limp beside his brother.

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

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

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

"If you don't, we'll just receive to ingeminate 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. ”