Chrys couldn't stop rambling and screaming. A switch had been flipped inside him to keep talking, as he was pushed closer towards the edge of his courage. A threat was actively being pressed against him, one that would make him bleed in a way he had never before. It was an understatement to say that he would rather jump off a cliff than have an insane man stuff his cock inside a tiny orifice of his that was never meant to take anything in reverse. He had thought about anal before, but not in this way. "I won't shut up, you monster! Stop deluding yourself... you don't want revenge at all, you just want to fuck and fucking hurt someon—"<br/><br/><i>Oof. </i>A fist cut off his speech, by ramming in<i>just </i>the right place. His screams had been rendered into squeaks, but Niegel still kept punching in that sweet spot just beyond his ribs. One moment he had breathing perfectly fine, the next he couldn't. Niegel had hit the button that told his diaphragm to stop working as it was intended, leaving him to crave in despair for sweet oxygen to fill his lungs.<i>I can't breathe, </i>he thought.<i>Why can't I breathe anymore?</i><br/><br/><i>Breathe, </i>he told himself. But his lungs refused like a disobedient dog. Despair cloaked his face, and his mouth was open, trying to suck in air. Then suddenly, he could. The paralysis had only lasted for fleeting seconds, but to him the time spent lingering in suffering and unable to breathe passed like counted minutes. Chrys managed one breath before Niegel had placed his hand over his lips, jostling his panic as he arched his back agonizingly. Finally, he remembered how to breathe using his nose. Even though he could breath, the dull throb and burn of being punched so many times persisted. All he could do was writhe in place under the superior man and recoil in disgust and terror, watch Niegel with teary eyes. A soft moan of pain vibrated against the soldier's palm.<br/><br/>A warm, unwelcome appendage made contact with his skin. Rustling and rubbing could be heard coming from where the appendage was. Niegel's hand pinned his head against the bed and partially blocked his view, but he wasn't so ignorant so as to not know what was happening. The soldier was jacking off over him. His only instinct was to grab Niegel's arm that he had pressed against his mouth, and use it to push him away. But bound, he could do little more than thrash a fraction of an inch. It was a futile effort but he thrashed his head back and forth, trying to dislodge the foreign limb from his body.<i>"Stop," </i>Chrys muttered into the hand, although it only came out muffled and garbled.<br/><br/>Niegel drew a comparison between him and his father. It was a good guess, and it was true. Chrys had seen the pictures of his father when he was younger, and he could see the resemblance strongly. The younger the pictures were, the more difficult it became to distinguish whether or not the photo was of him or his father. But that didn't matter at all, not one bit. It made the thing somehow more worse by reminding him of how his father played into the whole situation. Not only was Ronald Collins the one who had brought the insanity that was Niegel upon him, but he was also the same thing that was making Niegel hard for rape.<br/><i><br/>
"Mmm... Mmmm..." </i>A tear was running down his cheek.<i>It's going to happen. He's going to rape me. "Mmmm!" </i>His muffled screams became louder. Niegel made his skin prickle by licking his throat, raising goosebumps wherever his tongue ventured. It seemed that Niegel gave up on using his hand to bring himself to full hardness, so instead he pressed their cocks together. Chrys tensed up in fright, afraid; the feeling of a cock against his, pulsating, was terrifyingly unfamiliar.<i>"Aaa!" </i>But then, not for a moment longer, Niegel rolled off of him, landing on his back beside him.<br/><br/><i>“You should have let me do it the easy way.” </i>There was no easy way. "Say... say that yourself, what do you.. mean easy way?" Chrys breathed. "Every way is hard." Now able, he assumed fetal position, quietly sobbing. "Please don't do this to me. You don't want... to do this, I know you don't...." He shut out the world by closing his eyes, engulfing his sight in a veil of black. His breath became quivery, as he awaited Niegel's next actions - surely, the pause and hiccup in Niegel's plan would only last for a bit.