Jackson thought a fork stabbing through the flesh would hurt much worse, but it clearly did nothing but add a little discomfort to Onin's day. Though the slap he was given back for his acts made his ears ring, a nice print of the others hand bright on the side he had hit. His mouth was open and remained still only for a moment, thinking of what had just happened. It surprised him really, the next thing he knew he was staring up at the ceiling.<br/><br/>Feeling his soft fabric slowly being pulled up really made the boy panic. His skin turned a shade paler than it normally was as he began to squirm around. "Stop... Stop-- Fuck, you don't need me shirtless to rape me!" He didn't want to be naked in front of him, his skin was smooth and perfect and he didn't want the eyes of a disgusting man to see it. His little smart remarks and sass were gone, instead, he was showing the fear now.<br/><br/>Though he might plea his shirt moved up, slowly reaching his chest now. The pace the other was doing it was agonizing, he had to remember the panic was probably pleasurable to the bastard. His breathing was irregular, his lean stomach probably moving oddly as he let in jagged breaths in and spurts of air out. His mind going into overdrive, thinking of what could happen while trying to get out of the whole thing.