Warnings: rape (male x male) its sort of graphic but not really, If you don't like don't read

Disclaimer: check someone else's fic, I'm sure it will be the same

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Chapter 1: encounter

The cell was unlike anything I had ever been in before. Not only was it dark and damp, but its lengths were 5x5x5. At the ripe old age of 17 my almost 6 feet made it impossible for me to stand or stretch. For a week I was locked in there with no contact other than a hand which gave me a cup of water and 3 slices of bread each day. Time drifted by slowly in there, I worried about the guys. I hope they were OK and hadn't gotten caught like me. It was a routine mission, infiltrate an Oz base, collect data on their new weapons and blow it up. However Oz had been waiting for us. There were 4 times as many troops as we had organically been expecting, however we had not realized this until we were already in the base, trying to get out. It's all a blur now. All I know is I was running as fast as I could to get out of there with about 20 Ozies chasing me. The next thing I know is there are even more Ozies running towards me! I was trapped. I had already emptied my magazine and I was to close to use any grenades. It was useless, I didn't even put up a fight. Maybe I should have. Now I don't know what is going to happen. I really hope the others are safe, and I hope they don't come looking for me. I believe I'm still in the Oz base we infiltrated, but I don't think the troops have lessened. It must have been a set up. That's the only thing that makes any sense. But how did we not detect it?

Lost in my thoughts I hadn't realized the door had opened and a rather large man was bending down trying to look in and see my huddled form in the corner. The flashlight is what brought me back to life. After being in darkness for so long, the flashlights bright light made me flinch away trying to cover my eyes. I could hear the soldiers behind him laughing.

"Cuff him and bring him with me," the large man ordered.

Two soldiers ducked into the cell, walked over to my stooped form and roughly yanked my hands behind my back before cuffing them. Then they pulled me up and brought me into the hallway. I was having trouble standing from the lack of use of my legs. I felt helpless as I was half pulled, half dragged to wherever I was being taken.

We ended up in a plain white room with mirrors all along the walls. The only thing in it was a table with straps on it.

"Take his shirt off," the large man commanded. The soldier on my right took a chunk of my shirt in his hand before forcefully ripping it off of me. As the large man looked me up and down, with a look of lust in his eyes, I could help but shudder under his gaze. I looked away from him and caught my reflection. I looked even thinner than I usually did. There were dark circles under my eyes, and my ribs seemed to be popping out more. My face also looked more bony and pronounced. There were dirt smudges all over me. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking that this was supposed to happen, that I deserved this. That whatever this Oz general was going to do to me was somehow justified by all the lives I have taken. I looked to the floor. I couldn't take it anymore. I was worthless, nothing better than the common mosquito, except I was worse. I didn't suck a little blood from people to support my young, I drained the blood of the young. Of the men and women who had families. I had killed millions of people and I wasn't even old enough to legally drink yet! What type of monster am I? I can't complain about anything that happens to me because no one cares for me. No one will be weeping over my corpse like I have left many families to do for their own. No, instead of weeping they will rejoice. This is how I will replay them. I will endure anything I am put through, I will not surrender or cry. I will suffer through it. I will not take the easy road out. I can't. not now.

"Strap him to the table"

The order brought me out of my thoughts. I had been doing that a lot lately, getting lost in my thoughts. That's probably how I got caught. I stayed a little to long in one place thinking about something. I was getting soft.

My two escorts brought me to the table, where one of them effortlessly lifted my thin body onto the table. Straps went around both my wrists and ankles, and finally one went around my waist. I was unable to move. The only thing I could move was my head, so I turned it away from the large man.

"Leave us" as the soldiers left the room and shut the door, the large man walked over to me.

"Such a beautiful child. I wish you were mine… Oh, but wait! You are!" the large man started laughing deeply, sucking in large quantities of air. I hoped he would choke on it, but before he had the chance to he calmed down enough to look me over again. He placed his large hand on my face and moved it so we were staring eye to eye. I shut my eyes so I would have to see his big face. He had large brown eyes, a very wide nose, and yellow teeth. His hair was turning gray and he had a matching whisky beard to go along with it.

He ran a finger over my lips, brushing them lightly. I tried turning my head away, but he caught it before I could.

"Oh no you don't, little one. I'm going to have some fun" He smiled evilly before leaning down to press his lips to mine. His tongue ran along my lower lip and then darted inside my mouth. I was so startled by his moves I brought my teeth down hard on his tongue. He screamed and moved away from me.

"Why you sneaky Son-of-a-Bitch!" before I knew what was happening he moved one of the mirrors to display a case of objects. He pulled what looked to be a whip out and walked slowly over to me, blood lining his lips.

"You want to play ruff huh?" He laughed once before bringing the whip down over my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, I was determined to not make a sound. He repeated this four more times. I didn't make a sound. He looked disappointed but then decided I was more uncomfortable with physical touching than with pain so he walked back over to me. He lowered his head to my chest and started blowing on the fresh wounds, the hot air coming from his mouth did nothing to stop the stinging, it only aided in allowing the blood to move around my chest more. Then ever so slightly he lowered his head and started licking the blood. I thought I was going to be sick. He did it slowly, running his tongue over the slashes, and lapping up the blood. After a while he must have gotten bored because he started to nip my skin with his teeth, before actually biting it. Finally he stopped. I was breathing a little harder than usual, but other than that I wasn't doing anything unusual…until I felt his hand move down my chest to rest at the band of my boxers. He ran his finger along the edge, before slipping one finger under them. This is where my hole plan no not showing anything failed. I gasped. I tried to pull away, but all I managed to do was rub my skin raw where it was strapped down and bring up a laugh from my captor. I was going insane! I was scared that this man was going to rape me! I didn't know what to do, but I knew I couldn't let him do that. There had to be some way to make him stop.

"Like that boy?"

"….No"

"No? Well, isn't that to bad."

Before I knew what was happening he pulled by boxers right off. He just stood there looking at me, and his eyes, I will never forget his eyes, they were so full of emotions: lust, love, possession, greed, need. I was more scared than I had started off being. This day was just getting worse and worse. I could see a bulge growing in his pants, and I swallowed hard. He reached out a hand and placed it on my knee. Then slowly moved it up my leg, in between my thighs, until he reached my 'package'. He started stroking it and playing with my balls, and the scary thing was that I was reacting to him. I could feel myself getting hard, no matter how much I mentally yelled at myself and was disgusted with myself, it didn't stop.

"Oh, so you do like that, boy." The large ugly repulsive man said. Now I was really frantic. I wanted to cry but I couldn't remember how to. I wanted to yell for someone to come and save me, but who would I yell for, other than the other pilots there was no one, and I didn't want to give the others names. We were still referred to by our Gundam numbers, I wasn't going to be the one to change that. I wanted to scream, but that shows weakness and would only worsen the situation. So instead of doing something I did nothing. I let it happen like I told myself I was going to do in the beginning. I closed my eyes and tried to shut everything out. Before long I felt something at my opening but I still didn't stir. Suddenly a sharp, painful pain ran through my body, then pulled out and plunged back in. I eventually blacked out from the sever amount of pain. When I woke up my bum hurt like hell, and I found myself back in my cell with nothing but my boxers on. They ripped my shirt and didn't even give me a new one. I was so cold. Cold and in pain. Cold, in pain, and lonely.