<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Niegel was a little surprised the young man didn't spit acid at him for presenting him with options; not very good ones. He couldn't even guarantee it wouldn't hurt. Chrys wasn't aroused at all at the idea, and he doubted that was going to change. Best he could hope was to relax, and to endure his humiliation. That was better than his other option, but he had to give up a part of himself to admit it. <br/>
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Niegel made it that much more difficult, making him ask for it and providing just a bit of incentive if he was to do so. He'd be let down, but only to submit to his own defilement. Niegel found his mental struggle fascinating, and at least he was giving Chrys choices. His torturers had never done any such thing, and true to his word, Niegel let him down. He untied the rope, and lowered him slowly on to his feet. He had hold of the rope binding Chrys' wrists, and he didn't intend of turning him loose. He didn't give him so much choice either before dragging him, and tossing him down on the bed. He thought asking him to walk and present himself might have been too much, and so Niegel made it easy and didn't offer him choices. <br/>
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Chrys landed on his back, on his bound bands, and Niegel climbed onto the bed with him. He could see his face now, and watch all of his expressions. Was is worth it, he wondered? Would he fight now, even though doing so would only make things that much more terrible for him? Niegel for now made his movements predictable, prepared to ease Chrys into it somewhat rather than just flipping him. Perhaps that made things worse, dragging it out and making him anticipate. He couldn't speak for him. <br/>
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“That was the smarter choice,” Niegel told him, whereas before he'd been quick to point out Chrys' stupidity. “It doesn't matter how you're fucked, just that you are. This will be enough.” Ron wouldn't hear past '<i>your son has been raped</i>'. No one would stop and ask if he'd been <i>taken care of</i> during it. Rape was still rape, and it, coupled with all Niegel had planned, would likely still ruin Chrys. <br/>
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He touched Chrys' knees and then wedged himself in between them, covering the young man, letting him get used to the feeling of his body while he was still clothed. He was half-hard, not fully there yet, but the more he touched Chrys the more it seemed to fill. Niegel was confident he'd be able to accomplish the task he'd set out to do.<br/>
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“You can pretend whatever you'd like if you think it would make it better for you,” Niegel suggested. “Most likely I won't be thinking about you at all. Don't take it personal.” He snorted, then leaned down to kiss Chrys again, and to grind himself down into the young man's hips which he'd forced apart. Chrys had an attractive body even if his dick was pitifully flaccid.</span></span>