Fucking And The Hand Job

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 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. “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 next time.” He finished small tits 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, handjob 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 buck 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 chin and lifted until the boy was forced to look up at his brother. “You will let me,” Silas repeated. Ian blinked tears from his eyes, 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 teens so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a quiet sob. Silas climbed on top and wanking 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 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 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 kind teen of sex I want. I want you to lie there and shut 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, spit soaking the silk tie. Silas noticed the reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. he asked of Sonja and Timber. She lays on her back on the bed. Susan squealed, "Me either. As I look back on it now I would say that, as she swam up to me, the look on her face seemed to be a mixture of awe wanking and pure lust, knowing what she thought she knew at the moment. I gasped as he licked around handjob it and teens up and down my crack. She showered, small tits fixed her hair and put on her sexiest underwear then a short summer dress, even though it was not quite the season. You can play with my pussy teen after we have some breakfast." You give us any trouble, you're both dead." That caused the youths to stop for a second but when she didn’t ‘wake up’, they continued. The tour ended back in the kitchen. He mounted her. The supposed wrongness of it had tempted me, the fear of my father had kept me from acting.