Regret was what Chrys felt. He had been too afraid of Niegel touching him, and because of it, he bit the bullet and kicked him. It was the first time he had even deliberately kicked someone in the balls – Chrys knew the nauseating pain well, and he wouldn't wish it on anyone, except maybe Niegel. The soldier was now recovering, clutching onto the countertop and his balls. Given a bit more time the man would be up and running again, this time incensed to hurt him. He could almost feel the hands wrapped around his throat, choking the life out of his body. An expression of concern passed over his face, and Chrys sought to defuse the situation. “I'm... sorry,” Chrys blurted out.<br/><br/><i>Sorry, </i>Chrys thought.<i>What is saying sorry going to do? It'd be easier to dislocate my arms than to convince him to not hurt me. </i>He finally stopped rocking around, from his initial kick, firmly planting his toes against the floor.<i>Fuck, that hurt more than should be allowed for anything. </i>Mentally, it would be harder for him to retaliate again, now that he knew how much it would hurt and how next time Niegel would be prepared for it. It wouldn't be worth it to attempt another kick, not when it would be paid back.<i>I have to take a different approach.</i><br/><br/>Niegel walked a short distance to the kitchen. It made him stare cautiously, wondering what sort of nefarious thing he might be searching for.<i>A knife</i>? It was the only thing he could think of. A cup was procured, and the soldier began to fill it up; then he downed the water. Chrys was only mildly relieved for a moment, and then the man began to search through drawers and cabinets for something.<i>What is he looking for? Whatever it is, it can't be good for me.</i><br/><br/>“Mr. Reyes... I really am sorry. I know how much being kicked 'there' can hurt. But whatever you have planned next, don't do it. You know that it'll only be painful, and I know who it'll be painful for. You said it yourself... you don't want to hurt me, right? We've already made the situation much, more worse than it has to be. Let's scale back, why don't we?” Chrys reasoned, using a soothing tone. With just the hint of desperation. “Whatever you plan to do isn't going to help anyone. Not me or you.” The man finally finished his search, procuring a jar.<br/><br/>The jar's walls were transparent, allowing Chrys to see what was inside it – something white and opaque.<i>What the hell is that? </i>It took a moment for it to click in his head.<i>Coconut oil. What the hell is he planning to do with... </i>The realization struck him in the stomach.<i>It's supposed to be lube. </i>He couldn't keep the dismay off his face as Niegel approached, inching closer and closer by the second.<i>He's going to rape me now.</i><br/><br/>But instead of touching him again, Niegel walked pass him, over to where the rope was secured. Chrys had braced himself at the last second, as he was lifted off the floor. Exasperatedly, he groaned quietly. It really felt like his shoulders were about to pop until he was lowered again, leaving him a panting mess, quivering from the torture to his muscle. He was twisted so that he was facing away from Niegel, the twist bringing more agony as it raised his toes from the ground by just a few centimeters. The soldier's supporting arm was only a minor comfort, one that he would've much forgone.<br/><br/>“<i>You don't want to be touched?” </i>Chrys shook his head. “No. Please don't touch me.” But he did. The man squeezed his oiled hand through his legs, until it rested over his cock. Chrys was fully flaccid – which was to be had, considering there was nothing arousing about the situation. More goosebumps were raised across his flesh, and a chill was running up and down his spine. Niegel rested a part of himself against his back, pulling his hand back and laying a finger against his clenched hole. A virgin hole, touched not even by the girlfriends Chrys had over the years.<br/><br/>The situation was difficult enough without Niegel giving him choices. If he told Niegel to fuck off, not only was it likely that the man would hurt him for it, he would be raped. But if he chose to go along with what the soldier said, he would also be raped. Neither was a choice he wanted to make, both being horns. Chrys lowered his head in shame, biting his lip. “Mr. Reyes... I'm a virgin, you know?” Chrys admitted, cheeks tinting pink. “I've never done anything like this with a guy. Please... I'm a human being. Won't you lower me, and untie me? Please.” He was reduced to grovelling for a bit of mercy.