<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Niegel would have preferred it if Chrys kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to hear him speak. Doing so broke his focus. If the young man was gagged, he couldn't kiss him. He couldn't pretend so much that he wasn't preparing to fuck a kid he'd just kidnapped. The kid of the man he'd once loved more than anything.<br/>
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“I didn't know you then. Didn't see you the first time until just recently. I'd given thought to blackmailing your father for a good while, but then I saw you, and knew how I could make it that much more personal. Fucking you won't be enough, but I've so much more planned for you than just sex,” Niegel told him, at first his voice even, but then Chrys kept going. He kept talking and it was more of the sort of thing he didn't want to hear. His body tensed as he thought about the monster rutting over that young blond soldier. Would Chrys scream like he did? He certainly hoped not. Chrys drew more comparisons to him and the men who had captured him, and he nearly recoiled in disgust.<br/>
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“Shut up, Chrys,” he warned. The young man's voice kept raising, and he was talking about death, and then him being hard. There was something wrong with him because of it, and he was no better than the men who'd raped one of his brothers. This was different though. Ron deserved to hurt, and he had no other way to reach him. To make any sort of impact other than this, and somewhere inside Niegel, he wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to hurt them badly, but at the same token, he didn't want to hear them when he did so. Before Chrys could say anything more Niegel leaned back to rain fists down into his rib cage. Hopefully that would be enough to shut him up, but it if wasn't, he reached up to cover his mouth with his hand. With the other, he open his pants to release his cock, stroking. He could now feel Chrys, his skin hot where his semi-erect dick touched.<br/>
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Niegel closed his eyes, feeling the body shift and attempt to breath after the pain. He didn't cover his nose, but tried to prevent him from speaking. He was losing the battle with his cock though, filled with disgust for himself and memories of his past. It was softening, and he was getting frustrated. He needed to get this out of the way.<br/>
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“You're attractive like your father. I imagine he looked a lot like you when you were his age,” Niegel told him in an effort to bring his mind somewhere else. In a way, he had a hard time dividing the two; father and son. He'd like to pretend that they were the same, but Chrys was making it difficult, acting too much his own person.<br/>
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“Please, just shut up,” Niegel told him, licking down the line of his throat. His hand wasn't doing it for him, so he removed it and pressed his hips into Chrys, where his pants were still open. Their genitals were warm up against one another, but it wasn't getting him anywhere. Chrys' thoughts had alarmed him too much, and his body was switching over into a fight response. Blood was better utilized elsewhere. Eventually, he made a noise of frustration, and removed himself from Chrys to lay on his back beside him instead, staring up at the ceiling. He blamed Chrys, in a way.<br/>
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“You should have let me do it the easy way,” he told him softly.</span></span>