Gavin's voice cracked in a pitiful whine as he daydreamed about Nines behind his tired eyes. He'd given up on genuinely falling asleep ages ago. He'd give an exact time, but the constant brightness of the cold tiled room didn't even give him a clue of how many days had passed. His so-called feeding schedule wasn't anything to go by, either. It was random. Sporadic and nowhere near regular. He never knew when the Jack android would come back, so he'd taken to eating and drinking as little as possible so he at least had something to put in his stomach besides his own shit and piss. It had happened once already. He didn't recommend it.
In the beginning, he'd remained defiant. He'd fought the Jack android as it stripped him; punched, kicked, bitten, and scratched at any opportunity. The problem was that the Jack android was just that. An android. It had more than two times his strength and had easily wrestled him into submission and pried away each item. Once he was naked, he'd thought the thing would mount him, but he'd dragged him closer to the tiled wall and cuffed his wrists with the heavy shackles instead. The chains didn't hold him flush to the walls. He had room to lie down and move around the small space, but he couldn't reach the door. The chains reached about a metre away.
The android placed a metal bowl of water just within reach, along with a plate of bread. Then he left. Gavin yelled and screamed himself hoarse at first. He ate the bread straight away, thinking it best to get it down and keep his energy levels up. That was a mistake. The android didn't come back for over a day. He was lucky that he'd kept enough water, but he was hungry. The android didn't feed him the next time. He tried to speak to him, but Gavin cussed him out and yelled until he left. He didn't even top up his water. When he needed the bathroom, Gavin yelled, but no one came. There was a drain in the floor, so he peed down that at first. Big mistake. He ran out of water the next day, and the Jack android didn't return.
How long it had been when he eventually came back remained a mystery, but it was enough time that Gavin had peed into his water bowl and drunk it. He'd also had to defecate. With no toilet, he'd done it near the corner of the room and tried to ignore the smell and the warm feeling around his ass. He glared at the Jack android upon his return, daring him to say something. It was humiliating. He was naked, half starved, dehydrated, and covered in crusted shit. The Jack android regarded him for a few moments before refiling half his water bowl. Gavin glared harder at that. Really? Half? That would barely help him recover at all, and he was starving!
The Jack android left, and Gavin sipped a little of the water. His stomach growled and ached in protest. With nothing else to do, he fell sideways and tried to escape into a daydream, but it was hard in the bright light of the room. Time passed, at least another couple of days. His bowl was empty again, and he was so hungry he thought his stomach would eat itself. At that point, he finally dragged himself over to his own dried out shit and choked it down. The taste almost made him vomit, but he knew he had to keep it down. It was lucky, he supposed, that time had dried out the crusted lumps, so the earthy taste probably wasn't as bad as it should have been. He'd openly sobbed at how humiliating it was; what he'd had to do to survive. That was another mistake. A waste of moisture that made his eyes sting.
The process continued that way for…however long it had been. He'd lost track. There was no way to count the days. Without a phone or watch, there was no way to mark the time, and the lights never went out. He cried for Nines over and over and tried to disassociate as much as possible, chasing whatever daydream he could grasp. His water had been refilled maybe ten times, but he hadn't counted. He'd been too tired. His food had been replenished less, and it was never more than a slice of bread and maybe a piece of dry, salted meat. Just enough to keep his body running for another day.
He was in the middle of a daydream. A nice daydream. He was in the penthouse, huddled under the covers. Nines was with him. Holding him. Fingers running through his hair. Lips trailed up and down his neck. A comforting voice told him he'd be alright. He promised he'd come for him. Gavin was beginning to think that was a lie. It had been so long. He was cold and alone, shivering naked on the tiles. Shaking off such thoughts, he tried to regain his comforting headspace. It was hard with the constant bright light and the shackles rubbing raw against his thin wrists. Nines would probably throw a fit if he saw him. He'd thought he was thin before. That was nothing compared to now. He was pretty sure he'd snap in half if he tried to stand. He was literally starving to death. It felt like days since the Jack android had last entered to re-fill his water bowl and drop some dry meat and bread on his plate.
Nines…He didn't want to die. He wanted to see Nines again. It was hard to imagine Nines' face if he found him like this. Nines…Would Nines come for him? How would he even know where to look? Gavin didn't even know whether he was in Detroit anymore. He held his breath against the wave of tears that wanted to wash over him. If he cried, he'd lose moisture. His throat was already parched. He'd tried to hold off dehydration through sheer willpower. He'd imagined it a thousand times. Sitting at his desk at work draining a bottle of water that Nines had bought him. He finished the bottle and tossed it over his head. They both watched it fly. He shoots…He scores! He punched the air as it bounced off the rim and fell into the can.
There was a creaking sound as the door opened. Heavy footfalls sounded. Gavin kept his eyes shut. He wanted to stay with Nines. He didn't want to go back to the tiled room. A voice called his name. Familiar. Jack? No. Not Jack. Jack was dead. It was the android. The one who'd stolen Jack's face. A gasp shuddered from his lips as a hand touched his bare shoulder blade. He could have cried; it felt so good. It was the first touch he'd felt in days. Probably weeks. It was so warm. So gentle. No! He couldn't get sucked in like that. It wasn't real! It wasn't right! Nines! I want Nines!
"Shh…Hey, Gav…You look like shit." Whose fault was that? He certainly hadn't chained himself to the wall! A weak protest slipped out as he was moved. He was turned on his side and the metal water bowl was dragged over. Dirty green eyes blinked, barely bringing it into focus. His throat screamed as a cap was twisted and the blissful sound of pouring water filled the tiled space. Despite his mental urge not to comply, his body was desperate. He flopped on his front and dropped his face into the bowl. He would have drowned if the Jack android hadn't gripped his hair to lift his head. "Easy, Gav! You need to drink carefully," he chided as he held him above the water. Gavin whined pathetically as he stared down at the glittering surface. Please! Please! He was too far away to drink. His tongue reached desperately, but it was just a centimetre too high to touch the surface. He struggled weakly, but the hand remained firm.
"P-se…" His voice was less than a whisper. He fell into a choking fit as his throat caught. It was too dry. He couldn't get the word out.
"What was that?" He was pretty sure the Jack android was fucking with him at this point. It was pretty obvious what he was trying to say. What the hell else would he have to say at this point? Gavin whined in bliss, just managing to dip his dried out tongue in the water as he was lowered for an instant. It was enough to wet his mouth and get his saliva glands working painfully. He swallowed the tiny amount he'd managed to get before trying again.
"P-ple-ase…" It was a pathetic, cracked sound. He shuddered to hear it. He sounded broken, like an abused doll with a worn out, busted voice box. A rush of desire flooded his chest as a warm hand circled his back and shoulders, lavishing him with affection. He would have pressed into the touch if he'd had the strength to move.
"Good boy, Gav…You're my good boy…" His whole body shuddered at the praise. He hadn't heard a kind word in so long. He hadn't heard any words. Most of the previous visits had been silent, with minimal physical contact. The Jack android was taking his time today. "You like that, don't you?" The tone was soft and teasing. He was being so kind. Gavin did his best to nod his head against the hand in his hair, getting more praise for his honesty. He could have sobbed, he felt so happy. He'd been so alone before. "I'm going to help you drink, but next time, you need to do something for me…alright?" Gavin did his best to nod again. He'd do anything at this point if he could just drink.
The hand in his hair remained firm as he was lowered enough to finally lap the water. He was lying on his side, almost turned on his front. His body was too weak to hold himself up. The heavy shackles were weighing his wrists down, too painful to move. He gasped and licked the water, desperate to drink. Jack's voice praised him for his efforts the whole time. He didn't release him or move him away. He was kind and patient as he waited for him to drink his fill. Gavin couldn't help himself. He drank more than half the full bowl before he stopped. He didn't want to finish it. What if the Jack android left and forgot about him again?
"It's alright, Gav…If you're good for me, I'll take care of you." Gavin was wary. Should he trust the Jack android and take him at his word? He wasn't Jack, much as he pretended to be. He was also working for a sadistic serial killer. "It's alright…You can keep this for later…You must be hungry. I brought some food." There was a loud click as the cuffs were released, and a metallic clack as they were tossed aside. "That's better, right? I don't think we need those anymore, do we?" Gavin shook his head. He didn't want the shackles on. If they stayed off, he'd be good. It wasn't like he had the strength to put up a fight anyway.
The Jack android continued to praise him as he turned him on his back and cradled him in the crook of his arm like a baby. Gavin shivered and trembled at the bodily contact. He was being held! Actually held! It felt familiar. He was pretty sure Nines had held him like this before. It was nice. It made him feel safe. He closed his eyes in contentment and nuzzled into the touch. A gentle chuckle filled his ear. Familiar, but not Nines. Jack…He opened his eyes and watched as Jack spooned some warm beef stew onto a spoon and brought it to his lips. He accepted it greedily. He was lucky it was just a thick broth, because he certainly didn't chew.
"You're so eager! Slow down, Gav…You don't want to be sick…" That was a good point. He'd eaten nothing in what felt like days. There was no telling how his body would react. His stomach growled in protest. He needed to eat. Jack chuckled again as he gave him a second spoon. Gavin took his time, savouring the rich taste on his tongue. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted. He would have blown his load over it if he had the energy to get it up. It was almost like Jack understood as he stroked a gentle hand over his pecs and traced a thumb around his nipple. Gavin shuddered, though his lower body didn't stir. "That's it, Gav…Eat up and regain your strength." He wasn't about to argue with that. A small piece of bread was pressed against his lips. Jack was feeding him by hand.
Gavin whined softly as the finger and thumb pressed the morsel between his teeth. He closed his lips around the fingertips greedily. Jack was patient, allowing him to lap them clean. Gavin was surprised he had the strength to chew and swallow. Jack waited for him to finish before giving him more stew and another morsel of bread. His fingers lingered longer this time. The index finger pushed in a little deeper before withdrawing. Gavin sucked until the tip was pulled from his mouth, pleasing Jack to no end. He was wearing an affectionate smile as he looked down at him, lacing his fingers in his greasy hair to tease and soothe his scalp.
"Good boy, Gav." Another spoon. More bread. The index finger returned to press deeper, teasing his tongue. It drew back before pushing back in. It was familiar. Gavin closed his eyes and suckled the digit until it was removed with a small pop. "Good boy, Gav." He was doing it! Jack was pleased! He got two spoons and another lingering stroke this time, right around the shell of his ear. Another piece of bread. The finger returned. In…out…in…out…in…Gavin bobbed his head a little as he greedily sucked. "You're being so good for me…" He could have cried he was so happy. There was water in his bowl. He was being fed. Gentle hands were touching him. Someone was being kind. He'd been alone for so long.
Gavin continued to greedily hunt for praise, and Jack continued to spoon stew into his willing mouth. He fed him a whole piece of fluffy white bread. All he wanted in return was for Gavin to be good and suckle his finger. Gavin leaned in and pressed a small kiss to the fingertip as it withdrew. That seemed to make Jack even happier. He smiled warmly before returning with more bread and offering him two fingers this time. Gavin opened his mouth wider, licking and stroking as he sucked and bobbed. Jack lingered longer, pressing the fingers deeper. Gavin swallowed around them, trying not to let them press his gag reflex too much.
"You've done so well, Gav…As a reward, you can keep the cuffs off." He could have cried. The shackles wouldn't return to rub and cut his already raw wrists. He shivered as Jack leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his temple. "I'll see you again soon." When was soon? Gavin looked up desperately. How long would he be alone this time? A few hours? A day? Longer? He only had about a quarter of a bowl of water left! "Be good, and I'll return sooner." How could he be good? What did he have to do? Jack didn't say as he gently returned him to the cold tiles and got to his feet. He took the empty stew bowl with him, but left a piece of bread behind. "Gavin, don't eat this bread." Don't eat it? Is that how he could be good? What if he didn't come back? What if he was hungry? Could he eat it then? He didn't have the strength to ask. With a loud clack, the door swung shut. Gavin trembled and held his breath. He wouldn't cry. Crying would waste moisture. He couldn't afford that. Not when he didn't know when Jack would come back.
Time started to drag again. He felt sleepy, but he wasn't sure if he slept or not. He tried to go back to his happy place. To the penthouse. To Nines. Nines…He really was the perfect guy. Maybe he was too perfect. Had he really ever had a life like that? His heart thudded with a dull ache. His luck had never been that good. What if it had never really happened at all? Was that possible? Was it possible he'd dreamed up the whole year and a half or however long it had been? Had he created the perfect partner to fall in love with? All in the past few…How long have I been here? Fear gripped his chest. He didn't know how long he'd been there! It could have been a whole fucking year for all he knew. Nines…Nines! Please be real! You can't just be in my head! His chest and throat ached as he held back tears. He couldn't afford to cry.
Small whines continued flowing as time continued to pass. He clung to the Nines in his head. Gentle hands caressed and soothed him. There were tangled sheets, entwining limbs, gentle kisses, heated touches, hard thrusts, wet licks. Nines had him in every way he could imagine. On his knees, on his back, bent over a hard surface, strapped in a machine. A hard cock filled his throat, along with the taste of thirium release. A hand in his hair, Nines' deep voice praising him. Soft lips brushed his neck, teeth nipping his lobe. A cool hand gripped the back of his neck. Nines…
Another pitiable whine slipped out. He needed the bathroom, and not in a good way. Shuffling away from his warm, lounging spot, he felt his bowels move. He pushed down, lying on his side and curling up to help. He shuddered at the sickening warmth as it squeezed out. It came out like solid pellets since he hadn't drunk much for the past few weeks. His body didn't have the moisture to waste on excrement. It was like rabbit droppings as it popped out piece by piece. He was panting by the time he was done and shuffled his way back to his warm spot, where he curled up shivering. The smell didn't really bother him this time. He was used to the smell of his own filth at this point.
He returned to his dazed state with Nines for a while. More nuzzling and cuddling. Playing with Pipsqueak. Lounging on the sofa. Curling up in bed. Fuzzball. Reading books. Working in the office. Watching Nines cook. Eating together. He was thirsty. Barely opening his eyes, he shuffled his way to the water bowl and took a few laps. How long had it been? How long did he have until Jack returned? He wouldn't leave him, right? He promised to come back. As long as he didn't eat the bread, he'd come back. He rolled over to face the door with a pathetic whine before closing his eyes again.
A wince pinched his brow as he opened his eyes again later to find he needed to pee this time. His jaw tightened as he shuffled to the water bowl and greedily finished the water within. He couldn't afford to waste any liquid, but he wasn't about to drink his own piss if he didn't have to. Once the bowl was empty, he lifted his hip enough to grip his limp dick and rest the tip over the edge of the bowl. He closed his eyes and relaxed, trying to ignore the tinkling sound in the metal bowl. Once he was done, he sighed and shuffled away.
He fell on his side and closed his eyes again. It was still so bright. How long had it been? Had he slept? He was hungry. Starving. He looked at the plate. There was a fluffy white piece of bread. He shuffled over to it and sniffed. It was still edible, though it had lost its fluff somewhat, and speckles of green had grown across the surface. Jack said not to touch it…But what if he didn't come back? What if he'd forgotten him? But he'd promised to come back soon if he did as he said. Gavin shuffled away from the bread, turned away, and curled up. Nines…He wanted him so badly. He wanted to be kissed and held. How long had he been alone? Had he even slept?
The next time he looked at the bread, it was covered in green fuzz. He sniffed. It certainly didn't smell good. Jack said not to eat it. Had Jack forgotten him? Another whine slipped out. He was hungry and thirsty. He shuddered as he heaved himself over to the water bowl. There was only one thing he could do, and it wasn't the first time at this point. He held his breath as he leaned down and lapped. It was vile. Disgusting. His breath stalled as he swallowed, trying hard not to retch. He couldn't waste the moisture. He needed everything he could get. I need everything I can get…
He looked at the bread again. It was just a little piece of bread, and he was so hungry. Jack would understand, wouldn't he? He told me not to eat it…There was only one other option. Gavin almost retched at the thought as he dragged himself over to the now dried out brown lumps, almost sobbing as he leaned down and took one between his teeth. He couldn't afford to cry. He couldn't waste the moisture. His whole body shuddered as he chewed. He should probably be relieved that the air had dried it out, so it didn't have much flavour, but it was still disgusting. He chewed and swallowed as quickly as he could before moving to the next one. Jack would be happy, right? He'd been good, right? He'd done as he said. The bread had been left untouched. I'm good…I'm good…Please…Jack, I'm good! Please! Jack! Jack! Jack!