<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Niegel clearly hadn't been expecting the kick to the groin he received, and he'd left himself open to it while he pushed to see what the young man would tolerate. He supposed he'd learn, but torture was all about learning the person so one could exploit the areas they had the hardest time with. It was an intimate sort of thing, to learn a person like that from the inside out. Niegel would study him like a lover, but instead of using that to bring him pleasure, he would use it to bring him pain and misery instead. For now, he was recovering on the cool linoleum, clutching his aching balls and trying not to vomit. It wasn't a sensation he cared to relive, and Afghani soldiers liked to damage their masculinity in any way that they could. He wanted Chrys to pay for bringing pain upon him like that, but it was a while before he picked himself back off the floor.<br/>
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“That was stupid of you,” Niegel told him, going to the kitchen to get a drink of water. He was rummaging for something else in the cabinets as well. “If you begged, and asked nicely, I would have let you down. I might have even told you I was sorry for hurting you; for having to do it. If I really wanted to hurt you mindlessly, I would have tied you just a few inches higher.” He let him have some insight into his thought process, but it didn't matter now.<br/>
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Niegel came closer with something in his hand, one hand extended to deflect any flailing extremities. Once uncomfortably close, he hauled up on the rope, pulling Chrys higher to demonstrate his point. He held him there for a few long seconds before letting him go, letting Chrys' own weight catch him. He didn't think it would be enough to rip anything from the socket considering Chrys was capable enough to lash out and take his weight. Niegel screwed the lid off what he was holding and spun Chrys around. In twisting the rope, it raised the young man further, the same way swings rose when he'd twisted the chain around as a child. Niegel held some of his weight off Chrys' shoulders, choosing how much respite he gave the young man with a hand wrapped around his waist.<br/>
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“You don't want to be touched?” Niegel questioned, and he dipped his fingers into the jar of coconut oil he'd set within reach, currently in a more solid form since it was cool in the camper. It quickly started to turn to oil in his hand, and he reached around Chrys to rub it between his legs, fingers sliding from the cleft of his ass, up his balls, and over his flaccid cock. He wasn't sure what his plan was. Perhaps if he could negotiate with his own cock, he would fuck Chrys right there after all. It gave a pulse of interested as Niegel closed his eyes, rested his forehead against the young man's back, touching the Chyrs' clenched hole with an exploratory finger.<br/>
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“What if I promise to be gentle our first time?” Niegel reasoned, wondering if Chrys would take that option. Honestly, he wasn't sure that he'd hold himself to his promise even if Chrys did agree, but clearly Chrys had to know that he wasn't going to get out of this with his virtue intact.</span></span>