Removing his shirt completely, he used the fabric to tie his wrists together once more. It wasn’t as strong as rope, but it would slow Jackson’s efforts down if he did manage to break free. “No, but it’s much more entertaining if you are.” Onin shrugged. The point was to break this man, and how could he if Jackson had even a shred of his dignity left?<br/><br/>Giving his actions some thought, Onin decided that he’d turn around and straddle the others chest while removing his pants. It wasn’t the best option, but it would prevent Jackson from being able to shove or buck him off. “Tell me, have you had sex before? Honesty will make this more pleasant, because if you’re a virgin and don’t tell me, I won’t be able to properly stretch you out first.” He explained. To Onin, giving a warning was considered being kind to the man. He could just dive in and hurt the other, but he wouldn’t go that far. That could do serious damage; especially for someone as small as Jackson.<br/><br/>Finding success in unzipping his pants, he shimmied them down until they were at his ankles. “You really don’t have any scars...” he trailed off. Onin hadn’t believed his friend at first, but realizing that Jackson really wasn’t marked was impressive. He was jealous. Onin remembered when he didn’t have any scars, but that changed when the earth went to shit.