It was gnawing at him how close his rape was looming. One minute or five, it would happen. Dread was growing at the bottom of his gut, crawling around like worms. Chrys still felt strain in his shoulders, but not the intense pain of before – but he would rather trade the relief for pain once more, the relief an evil in itself when it was coming from his soon-to-be rapist.<i>I would rather dislocate my arm than make these choices... but that's not an option, </i>Chrys thought. Nude and hung from the floor like a bull carcass, there was only one route for him to feasibly follow – compliance.<br/><br/>His right leg twitched involuntarily as Niegel teased his sphincter, stroking the edge of his ring of muscle gently. A response to kick the man away, to defend himself. But he narrowly stopped himself from driving his leg backwards into the flesh of his captor, instead bracing his leg against Niegel's body. It was cruel that he was being made to choose the rhythm of his rape – whether or not he wanted the ordeal to last long but hurt less, or last short but hurt more. “I... Slow and slick, please,” Chrys answered, scowling.<i>Monster. </i>The word 'please' on his tongue felt strangely wrong; it was wrong that he was being polite to someone who was about to harm him.<i>You swore to protect your countrymen. How can you do this to someone you swore to protect?</i><br/><br/>Chrys had never been against the idea of anal. He would never admit it, but like every other man in the world he watched porn and masturbated. Chrys was curious about giving it – and he almost had, with an ex-girlfriend of his. Receiving it was a whole other territory. The first time the idea entered his mind was when he was sixteen, and he stumbled upon a video of a threesome late at night. But he didn't know that the video had the two male stars as the focus. Chrys recalled watching the two men intertwined with each other, one thrusting into another – and realized that, oddly enough, he wasn't grossed out. In fact, he had been aroused by the idea of having someone inside him.<br/><br/>Now, however, the prospect of anal was starting to look terrifying. Niegel talked about how he had fucked virgins before, and how they had liked it too. Chrys had his doubts, that the anal would be 'delicious' if the man decided that it would be. It would hurt regardless of whether or not the man was gentle. “How can you say...” Chrys said, before quieting down.<i>Don't make it harder than it needs to be. </i>Chrys wanted to ask how the man talked about it all so casually, like they had just cracked open a cold beer and were talking about normal, sane things. Niegel spoke as if raping were a regular, everyday activity.<br/><br/>A lone hand traveled down down his legs, trailing a line from ass to thigh to calf, and Niegel began to undo the rope around his ankles. It took some time, but soon his pants and the rope dropped to the ground with a soft thud and he could independently move each leg. But he almost wished that the binds were still there, keeping his legs together and protecting his private areas from the soldier's touch. “I know,” replied Chrys, to the man's warning.<i>You wouldn't just drop me, would you? </i>He was smart enough to let the madman do as he wished.<br/><br/>Chrys tensed up, bracing himself for pain when Niegel began to fondle the most sensitive part of his body. No sort of arousal could be felt as the man pawed at his balls, rubbing them. It was difficult to discern why the soldier did it.<i>Is he trying to make me hard? </i>Maybe it was a form of humiliation, to make him aroused while he was being raped.<i>You can't rub them together like two sticks and hope for a spark. </i>The unwanted fondling was akin to being given a handjob by a skeleton; chilling and disturbing. He doubted that he could even form a half-boner for Niegel.<br/><br/>Teeth grazed against the sensitive nerves of his neck, raising hairs. Niegel made a sound that was almost like a human purr. Then he spoke.<i>“Tell me to fuck you slow and I'll let you down.” </i>The demand was simple, but oh so difficult. It repulsed Chrys to no end, that he was igniting the lust of his captor. His tongue was sluggish, and he was holding back his words. Then he managed to form words, and slowly say them. “Fuck...”<i>You. </i>“... me slowly, please.” He spoke in a rather soft tone, shutting his eyes closed and trying to drown out his inner panic.<i>It's the only choice that I could've made... right? I can't do anything else.</i>