Another pained whimper fled Gavin's lip as the solid boot tip sank into his already bruised ribs. He'd lost count of how many, but breathing was painful, so he was pretty sure a few ribs had been cracked. He was curled up on his side, doing his best to protect his soft abdomen and crotch as he groaned and rasped. His chest and abs ached from the abuse. His jaw hurt where they'd knocked him around, and he'd blinked one eye shut. He didn't have to look to know it would be bruised and swollen. He could feel the constant throb of it. It pounded through his socket right to his temple. His breaths were shallow and wheezing. It fucking hurt! He groaned as a fist bunched in his hair and hauled him up. He hissed against the pain, scrambling to get his knees beneath him to ease the pressure. Phcking-His vision was almost swimming as he opened his hazy eyes, wincing as he looked up at his captors.

They were still in the warehouse he'd been brought to earlier. It was dark. Barely lit by the old lighting rigs. Some bulbs were flickering with disuse. It was one of the many abandoned places around the docks close to the old Jericho wreck. Most of them were ready for demolition. All rusted hulks with nothing but forgotten containers left inside. It was a great place for drug deals to go down. Other deals, too. Weapons. Slaves. Androids. Gavin shivered. It was getting a little cold as autumn set in, and the old hollow warehouse wasn't exactly built for warmth. With all the holes in the rusted roof, it was also damp. It had already soaked through his jeans, especially at the knees.

"You know, this will all end once you tell us what we want to know, Mr Reed…Is it really so much to ask? It's not as if you even liked androids in the first place!" The voice that spoke was somewhat clipped, but not American. He wasn't even sure if it was European. The guy could probably pass for European. Tall, white, snappy suit, leather gloves. He was almost the stereotypical mobster. Gavin half expected a set of knuckledusters to come out. The person speaking was standing about three feet in front of him. A much larger guy was holding him on his knees, forcing him to look up with that grip on his hair. Gavin spat blood. A little escaped to trickle down his chin.

"Phck off! He's my partner…I'm not selling him out like that! Not a phcking chance!" Gavin insisted in a strained voice. The smartly dressed man seemed a little disappointed as he looked at his watch. Oh, what? You got somewhere to be? Gavin's jaw tightened warily as the man looked around at his companions. There were about five others besides the apparent leader and the one restraining him. Two stood just a little behind their boss, clearly his protectors, while the other three surrounded Gavin. It was the four closest to him that had been beating the ever loving shit out of him all this time. Phck, this is the worst beat down I've taken in a long time…He'd roughed it up a few times lately, but this was bad. There were too many for him to take on by himself. It was the main reason he hadn't been tied up once they'd arrived. They enjoyed it when he fought back.

"Selling him out is a strong phrase…Consider it more putting his skills to their intended use. He was designed to be a war machine. Do you really think he gains any satisfaction from being a pet detective? His hard drives are probably rotting in his head…He'd be grateful." The middle-aged man scowled as Gavin scoffed and spat again. It didn't touch him, of course, but that didn't stop him from nodding to his cohorts. Gavin grunted as another boot sank into his gut, the hand in his hair keeping him upright this time. He whimpered, trying not to let any tears creep out. His weight sagged, which only hurt his scalp more where he was still being held up by his hair. "Give me his serial number and the emergency shutdown code."

"Phck you!" Gavin's face snapped to the side with a yelp as he was punched in the jaw. The hand in his hair released, letting him fall with the momentum. His body was limp as he was toed onto his back, head lolling to the side. His vision swam. Breathing was even more painful from this angle. It was like there was a constant pressure on his chest from the pain. He heard the steady click of expensive shoes as the suited man approached to stand over him. Gavin could tell he wasn't the type to get his own hands dirty. The white of his suit told him that much. He would have tried to spit blood on him again, only he was in too much pain to work up the energy.

"Mr Reed, I am a patient man, but you are beginning to try that patience…There are other methods I could use…Less than savoury ones…" Gavin whimpered as a shiny shoe rested against his crotch and pressed down. A silent suggestion. Gavin swallowed, his breaths quickening. "There are six men here, Mr Reed…Six men who have been quite…shall we say deprived since coming to this country, if you catch my meaning…" Gavin flinched as the foot drew back and a few snickers echoed through hollow space. Gavin would like to think that they were bluffing, but he'd worked around Detroit long enough to know they weren't. The suited man waited patiently, watching him tremble and close his eyes in resignation. He shuddered as he heard the clicking steps retreating. The man barked something in a language he didn't recognise, and a chorus of chuckles started.

"No! Get the phck off me! You phcking phck!" Gavin struggled weakly as one man grabbed his jacket. He let out a shrill yelp as his wrist was twisted painfully, unsure whether it had been sprained. It fucking hurt! It also didn't stop the man. His jacket was easily tugged off as he was hauled to his knees and tossed down on his front. He barely caught himself on his hands. The cement was rough against his palms, stinging his skin. He kicked and struggled as two men started wrestling him out of his jeans. They laughed as they almost lifted his legs. Gavin grunted and curled as a knee knocked his already badly bruised side, hitting his tender ribs. While he was weak and whimpering, his jeans and boxers were easily rucked down to his knees. It wasn't like they needed them any lower than that. "N-no! You phcking-" Gavin was cut off as a hand locked around his throat. He was hauled up onto his knees and bent back against a firm chest. He squirmed and struggled weakly, looking away as he saw two of the men holding their phones. Phck! Get the phck off!

He could barely struggle. The man behind was gripping his throat with one large hand and had his arms both locked at the elbows with the other. They spoke in that same foreign language. He knew it wasn't French or German, but besides that, it could have been anything. Another of the men laughed as he kicked Gavin's thighs a little wider and tugged his cheeks apart. Gavin renewed his desperate struggles. He knew what would come next. The hand on his throat tightened again, cutting the air off completely until he stilled. He whimpered as he felt the familiar sensation of fingers circling his entrance. No! Phcking-He gasped as one of them pushed in. The stretch was uncomfortable, making him wince as the finger pressed and felt around.

"S-stop! You phcking-" Gavin was cut off as he choked. The hand tightened again to still and silence him. The man removed his finger. Gavin almost gagged as he heard the guy spit on his hand. I guess they expect me to be grateful, sick fucks! He glared at the two men holding him as two wet fingers pressed in this time. The fact it didn't hurt as much made him hate it more as he squirmed. He wouldn't say it felt good. No fucking way. It was violating. The two men were having a quiet conversation and there was the sound of a zipper. It seemed the one restraining him would go first, and his friend was helping him to get ready. The man was large, more than strong enough to hold and fuck him at the same time. Gavin struggled as the fingers were removed. A thick cock pushed against his tight ring. His heart slammed into overdrive as he squirmed, but that only seemed to encourage it closer at this point. The man purred something in his ear, teeth nipping the soft shell as he cooed. No-no-no! Phck! It fucking hurt! He wasn't ready! It burned as the man forced his way in, though only a third had made it so far. It was almost like he paused. There were a few words and the sound of more spit. Gavin shuddered.

His ass was too tight. He choked and whined, tears spilling down his cheeks as he looked up at the two phones facing his way. A dry sob slipped out as the man rocked his hips, almost pulling out before slamming back in with a satisfied groan and holding him there. The man was talking to his friends, bending low over Gavin's back to nip his throat. The second man appeared in front of him, dark brown eyes glittering in amusement as he drew his sidearm and stroked the barrel along his jaw as a silent suggestion. He cocked it and rested it against his forehead as he unzipped his pants. Gavin swallowed. He got the message. Bite it and you're dead. The man made a few kissing sounds as he tapped his solid cock against his stubbled cheek. Gavin grimaced. It was humiliating. It was violating. The heavy cock slapped his cheek again. He hated himself as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

There were a couple of small cheers as Gavin took in the tip. The gun remained against his temple at first, but was soon exchanged for a hand lacing in his hair and a series of what he could only assume were curse words. The man was purring out either praise or dirty talk. There was no way for Gavin to know. All he knew was that the guy was pleased. He opened his eyes as one of his arms was released and another man took his hand. He didn't need to know what he'd said to understand the order as his hand was wrapped around a solid cock. Fuck, these guys were so fucking big. He wasn't sure he'd be able to take them all without wrecking himself. His wrist jerked in tentative strokes as he gripped the thick cock, twisting and pumping. He whined as the man behind bucked again. A searing sting shot through his passage. He was too big without proper prep and lubrication. He was pretty fucking sure he was going to tear. Gavin's teeth almost snapped on reflex, but the barrel against his forehead quickly returned to remind him why that was a bad idea. He almost gagged as he licked the underside in apology and sucked harder.

One of the men with the phones stepped closer, deciding to put Gavin's other hand to good use. Gavin whimpered at the sharp pain in his wrist. He did his best to ignore it. A hand closed over his, tightening his grip as he pumped. This wasn't the first time he'd been in a situation like this, but it was the first time it wasn't voluntary. This time it was raw and without real prep. He didn't know what they were saying, but he was suddenly hauled onto his feet and bent over so that he could be thoroughly fucked at both ends. The shift sent a sharp jolt through his chest. He almost felt winded by the pain in his ribs, which soon returned to a dull throb. He almost yelped as a fifth man dropped between his thighs and started sucking him off. That made it worse. No fucking way he wanted to get off on this shit! Unfortunately, the hand in his hair, the ones on his hips, and the two holding his arms didn't give him much room to squirm free. He gagged and choked as he was dragged forward. The new angle allowed the cock to push right down his throat, through his gag reflex. The cock ploughing his burning entrance could slam deeper, each thrust forcing pained whimpers for his throat and more tears from his eyes.

Gavin sobbed and gagged around the cock buried in his throat, shuddering as the man behind him spilled. He laughed as he pulled out and waved the sixth man over to get a closeup of the white smeared hole as his seed trickled out, tainted a little pink in places. They said a few words, probably praising him. Gavin winced as he was spanked and another cock slid right in. It ached and stung, but at least this time, there was a little more lubrication. The first man tucked himself away as he stepped off to take over filming. Gavin whimpered. The new guy was a spanker. He was tanning his hide with rough slaps, bouncing and grinding against his ass. He could feel the rounded flesh turning pink at the abuse, searing almost as much as his stuffed hole. It slipped his mind that the man in front might finish. He gagged as the salty release shot down his throat, automatically swallowing before spewing the rest, feeling it drip down his lips in sticky trails. One of his hands was suddenly freed as the next cock was forced between his abused lips. He rested that hand on the man's thigh to prop himself up. His throat and jaw ached with the pounding.

His own release was building. The head between his thighs was still bobbing enthusiastically, sucking and swallowing. Large hands occasionally caressed his sore cheeks and soothed his toned thighs. He hated that it actually fucking felt good on a physical level. His cock was solid, throbbing and twitching with each eager suck. A large hand caressed his balls, teasing and stimulating him. The man behind was still thrusting and spanking, controlling the pace for everyone else. His cock was thrusting into the mouth below. It was swallowed deep each time, right to the base. Gavin's legs began to tremble as his climax approached. It was humiliating. His hips were rocking into the motion. He couldn't stop himself as he moaned and came, feeling a hand caress his balls as the mouth milked him dry. He squeezed his eyes tighter. Stop! Phcking stop!

There was more laughter and talking as the man behind finally finished. More tainted semen trickled down his thighs as he pulled out. Gavin whimpered. His passage was tender and likely swollen. He was pretty fucking sure he'd been torn. The man behind patted his ass and called for the man beneath him to come out and take his turn. Gavin could only be grateful that this guy wasn't as big as the last two. He whimpered pathetically as he was filled. He was so fucking tender. It was almost worse despite his smaller size. He flinched as the man beside him came, warm sticky streams splattering his side and abdomen. Now that both hands were free, he gripped the thighs of the man in front. All he could do was hold on and try not to collapse as he was fucked. He was passed back and forth like a swing. Push-pull-push-pull. Each pound sent a jolt through his body, making the fresh bruises throb. The man in front finished and pulled out. Both phones were filming as the man behind hefted him upright again to show off his face and body. There was semen trickling down his chin, neck, and chest, as well as the pink rivers on his thighs. They had quite a view as he sobbed and whimpered through each painful thrust until the man finally came.

They let him fall to the ground after that, panting and heaving as he lay limp and half-dressed on the concrete. Voices and camera snaps buzzed around him as his cheeks were pulled apart to put his loosened, bleeding hole on display. He shuddered as he felt the warmth seeping out and trickling over his balls and limp dick. Pathetic sniffles slipped out. He couldn't work himself up to moving. It hurt! Everything had intensified. The burning sting of his ring, the ache in his jaw, the rawness of his throat, the sore bruises, the throb of his ribs, and his tender wrist. The men continued to talk amongst themselves, mostly ignoring him besides the odd nudge to make sure he was still awake. Gavin trembled. He wasn't sure whether he was cold or in shock at this point. Tears slipped from his wide green eyes, leaving them stinging and tired. Phck…help…someone help…Nines…