Chapter 22: Breaking point
"Promised ya, we'd find you, little one," Masaki leered, tightening his hold on Uryu's arm.
Uryu took a shuddering breath. After everything that had already happened this silent night, this was without far the last thing Uryu had been expecting nor was up to right now… His heart was racing from the sheer stress of finding these creeps at his shelter, panic already spreading from his chest.
What had he done to be dealt so much bad luck?
Tetsuya, the ugly one, stepped forward. "My, aren't you looking all dressed up tonight," he grinned. "Had any special plans for Christmas Eve?"
"Had a date with your boyfriend, pretty boy?" Hiroki smiled, coming closer. "Oh! Kazuma will be furious when he finds out you've been cheating on him."
Uryu swallowed and tried to take a step back, but was unable to because of the tall guy's crushing grip on his wrist.
"N-no… I…" Having these three in front of him was bad enough, but the thought they would bring Kazuma in was even worse. "T-there was a party at s-school…"
"Oh, a party, eh?" Masaki came closer. "Isn't that nice?"
The streetlight flickered a few times, a soft buzzing adding to the sound of the river, while making the atmosphere even more ominous. Uryu knew he needed to get away from these creeps, but his weakened body was not up to anything like this. He was starving and exhausted, both mentally and physically, standing on trembling legs and shivering from the cold.
"L-let me go," Uryu stammered. "I-I need to get home, or my f-father will come looking for me."
"Oww, come on now," Masaki grinned, caressing Uryu's cheek and making him gasp in the process. "We know you've got nowhere to go from Kazuma. And we know you've been camping out here under this bridge for a while now."
The others snickered. Uryu flinched when he felt fingers caress his face once more, and he tried to step back, grunting in frustration when he met with resistance again.
"H-how did you find me?" Uryu managed, the question heavy on his mind.
Masaki laughed, and the other two followed his lead. "Well now, little rabbit, you didn't really think you outran us the other night, did you? You see, we let you think you got away from us, but all we did was tail you."
"Still can't believe you'd fall for such an old trick," the fat one grinned, tousling the Quincy's hair. "You're much too naïve, boy."
"Yeah," Tetsuya added. "We watched you for a few days, making sure that you were all alone, and… turns out, you are."
Uryu swallowed, feeling his broken heart sink at that revelation. He had learned the hard way that he shouldn't be too trusting of others, and still… still he'd fallen for yet another of Kazuma and his goons' tricks. How could he have been so stupid? He had been in so much panic that night at the Loteria that he'd really believed they'd given up on chasing him.
"W-what do you want from me?" Uryu asked, cringing as he heard his own voice break… for he knew all too well what they wanted.
Hiroki came closer and whispered: "Why don't you come with us, boy?"
"Yeah, you'll be better off with us, little one," Hiroki added. "At least you'll have a roof over your head again, and we'll feed ya."
Masaki closed the gap between him and Uryu completely, immediately making the Quincy tense up at the unwanted contact. "Yeah, we'll be really… kind… to you," he laughed.
The streetlight flickered again, but it didn't affect the grins on the men's faces. Panic was spreading from Uryu's chest as his wrist was still restrained, while the tall guy pressed up against him. Heart pounding, he knew he had to act fast before it was too late and he was completely overtaken by panic.
They wanted to take him back to Kazuma to settle their unfinished business with the Quincy. That thought sent a shockwave through Uryu, mingling terror with adrenaline.
"N-no! L-leave me alone!" he yelled, bringing one of his trembling knees up to firmly kick Masaki in the groin. The man doubled over, grabbing his aching parts and releasing him in the process.
"G-god f-fucking d-dammit, kid…" Masaki muttered.
Uryu didn't waste any time listening to the other two's remarks at that, and quickly dashed away, praying his body would be strong enough to escape.
"Get him!" He heard Masaki scream.
"Playing hard to get, little one? I love it!" one of the other two shouted.
"Yeah, you run, boy! We love a good ol' chase!" the other one added.
Uryu looked over his shoulder as he ran down the path next to the river. They were fast. Faster than he would have given them credit for. But he'd already learned that that night they met at the Loteria snack bar. With a pounding heart and erratic breathing, he closed his eyes for a second to muster up his last bit of strength and speed up a little more. He had to get away. He had to! The alternative was too horrifying to even think about.
The Quincy jumped over a small, frozen puddle, praying with all his heart he would not slip and fall on the ice-cold ground. He needed to get to safety, but… where could he go? If he could just make it to the closest shopping street and hopefully run into a restaurant or something that was still open.
"Oooh! We're gettin' some tonight!" one of them jeered, the other one laughing in response.
No!
Uryu pushed his body over its limits, gulping for air in the process. The hollow sounds on the dirt path of the running aggressors behind him fueled him on. What was he to do if he managed to get away? His shelter, which had been his home and only safe place for months, had been compromised. He could no longer stay there. But he didn't have any time or the clearness of mind to think about any of that right now. Escaping was all that mattered.
Glancing backwards again and seeing that the fat guy and the ugly guy were close behind him, he made a distressed sound and quickly took a flight of stairs up towards the nearest street.
"You ain't getting away, little one!"
Uryu's heart would explode if he had to keep up this pace, his lungs burning from working overtime. He bolted up the stairs, taking more than one step at a time. His footing was messy and unstable, his ragged breaths forming clouds in the freezing wind.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit him, a protest of his body and mind against the heavy strain he was putting them through. "Crap," he cursed. His vision became blurry, and he felt his legs weaken, crashing down on one knee. "N-no…" he muttered, shaking his head. He was absolutely exhausted: lungs burning, legs trembling and vision spinning. But he didn't have a choice. It was bend or break. He needed to get away, he didn't have any time to lose. On sheer willpower, he pushed his aching and deprived body into action, managing to stand back up. He was just going to try to make a run for it again when suddenly…
"Come to daddy, boy," a voice laughed, and Uryu felt a hand close around his upper arm, pulling it backwards.
"No!" he shouted. And without looking back which one of them had caught him, he kicked back, hoping to hit the man right where it hurt the most.
"Fuck! Why you little-"
"Playing feisty tonight, eh, little one?" Tetsuya, the ugly one, cut him off, roughly grabbing the Quincy by his foot and pulling him back.
Uryu cried out as the movement made him fall down onto the sharp edges of the stairs. Grunting as he was being turned over on his back. "L-leave me alone!" He lashed out with his fists towards the two men in front of him, grunting as his wrist was caught. However, his foot was released in the process.
Hiroki, the fat man, tightened the hold on Uryu's wrist before bending over him. "You're gonna come with us, boy. One way or another. So, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
Fear overrode every coherent thought Uryu still possessed, and his body reacted on its own, kicking Hiroki viciously in the groin. "Fuck you!"
The fat man screamed and let go of him to clasp his hands around his abused part. "G-get him… Tetsuya…"
Uryu turned over with the speed of light, pushing himself off with his hands to stand up straight again. Panic and adrenaline made his body reach beyond his physical strength and limits. However, he had only managed a few steps when the other man lunged forward and tackled him down onto the stairs again. Afraid, Uryu couldn't hold back a yelp at being caught.
Tetsuya turned him over, looking angry as he straddled the Quincy. "Stop kicking everyone in the groin, goddamit!"
"N-no!" Uryu screamed, panic spiraling from his chest at having the ugly man on top of him. He bucked in a desperate attempt to get the creep off of him, letting out a terrified sound. All of a sudden a fist crashed into his face, instantly stunning him. He felt his strength desert him as he grew quiet, his body unable to take much more.
"You really want to piss us off, huh, kid?" The ugly guy shouted, backhanding the Quincy for good measure.
"Hey, don't break the goods," the fat one said as he came to stand next to his accomplice. "You'll make Kazuma furious."
Uryu's body trembled as he lay on the sharp edges of the icy stairway, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Hiroki and Tetsuya loomed over him, their expressions a mix of anger and amusement. He needed to throw kicks and punches at them with everything he had, but… his body was at its limits and was deserting him.
"L-let me go…." Uryu tried. "I don't w-want this."
"That's not our problem, kid." Hiroki spat as he gathered Uryu's wrists above his head. They wasted no time and the Quincy cried out in fear when he found his hands tied together with a belt.
"D-don't!" He yelled, his panic going out of control, the voices in his head starting to haunt him. "Please!"
"Fuck hard! Whore!"
"You should be grateful to me for fucking trash like you!"
Tetsuya smacked him again. "Shut up, kid! I'm taking you to my boss."
"Yeah," Hiroki laughed. "He'll have some nice plans for you." With that, the fat guy hoisted him over his shoulder, much to the Quincy's chagrin.
"No!" Uryu shouted, but to no avail. His hands were bound, panic saturating his nerves, making the kicks he tried delivering to the creep beneath him pointless. His body was not cooperative, and even if it had been, his legwork didn't had a lot of impact due to the position he found himself in. He could only hope to mute the persistent voices inside his mind. "Release me!"
Pretending not to hear him, the men started walking back towards the bridge. Uryu kept kneeing the fat man everywhere he could for a while, but it proved utterly futile.
"Kick me all you want, kid," Hiroki snorted. "You're as weak as a baby."
Uryu felt his heart sink at that. Yes, he had become weak. He, a once proud Quincy, whom couldn't even stand up to a trio of humans. How his father would mock him. Renji would definitely call him a pathetic ex-Quincy again. As for Ichigo and Sado… he was nothing but a burden to them, a thorn in their side.
"H-help me! Somebody! Help!" Uryu shouted, bearing little hope someone would be out here on Christmas eve.
"You're my boyfriend now."
"You'd better save some of your strength," Tetsuya added. "I can't even imagine half the things Kazuma'll want to do to you tonight."
That simple thought immediately shut him up, sending an icy chill through his already freezing body. They wanted to take him to that insane owner of the capsule hotel. Tonight! Feeling miserable, Uryu just stilled for a moment, trying to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.
"You mate! Fuck hard!
"An ordinary whore can't even compare to you."
If only he'd had his Quincy powers, none of this would have happened. He would have sensed their presence from a mile away, disabling them to sneak up on him from behind. And even if it had come down to them chasing him, he could have used Hirenkyaku to move beyond their reach.
However, if they took him to Kazuma right now, they'd have to carry him halfway across town. That still gave him a chance to get away, as it was a long way from here. He'd made sure of that whenever he took refuge under the bridge in the first place. Taking him to the capsule hotel would buy him some time to recover, and he'd do everything in his power to try to escape or to make himself noticed.
But then, Uryu's thoughts were cut short as Tetsuya not too gently dumped him onto the concrete, forcing a groan out of him. The only positive thing about it was that it shut up the perpetrators inside his mind, dulling his rising panic.
"Good job," Masaki complimented his accomplices. He was leaning against one of the pillars of the bridge near the entrance of Uryu's shelter, smoking a cigarette. His eyes slid over Uryu like he was some kind of prey animal, filling the Quincy with dread.
"Did you expect anything less from us, then?" One of them joked.
"We did all the work while you just stood there smoking and clutching your balls," the other one huffed. "Little bitch kicked me in the groin, too, you know!"
"Don't worry, boys, " Masaki smiled. "I'll make it up to you."
The tall man crouched in front of the Quincy, taking another drag from his cigarette. Uryu, his hands still bound, used his legs to push himself back as far as he could. "D-don't touch me!"
"Still feisty, huh?" Masaki laughed, scooting forward to grab Uryu's chin. "I like that, kid. That's gotta be the reason why Kazuma doesn't want to share."
"F-fuck you!" Uryu retorted, jerking back so the tall guy released his face. He managed to push himself back a little further. Masaki just grinned in amusement, taking another puff of his cigarette before flicking it away.
The ugly guy then addressed Masaki: "We'd better get him over to Kazuma's, boss. He'll be thrilled."
"Yeah, he'll give us our share this time," Hiroki beamed.
A dark leer spread across Masaki's face, making Uryu's heart skip a beat. "Oww, c'mon, boys. Where's the fun in that?"
"Huh?" the other answered, clearly confused. "But that was the plan wasn't it? To get him back to the capsule hotel so-"
"That was Kazuma's plan," Masaki dryly stated. "Not my plan."
"But…" the fat guy interjected, "then what is your plan?"
"Ain't if obvious?" Masaki's evil grin broadened. "Kazuma doesn't want us to touch him, so we'll fuck him right here and now."
"W-what?" Uryu croaked, the floor dropping out from under him.
Silence fell over the group for a loaded moment, except for the sounds of the river and the occasional gust of bone chilling wind. That killer smile on Masaki's face told Uryu that he was deadly serious, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears. He'd thought Kazuma was mad, but it seemed his friends were just as dangerous.
"Seriously? Right here?" Tetsuya asked, scratching his head as he looked the Quincy over somewhat hesitantly. "But, Kazuma 'll-"
"You know what, Tetsuya," Masaki spat. "I'm tired of having Kazuma boss us around! We get to do all the dirty work while he always gets to bang the goods first!"
"But we can stay over at his hotel and he feeds us," Hiroki sheepishly countered.
"Well, that's not good enough, fatso!" the tall guy addressed his accomplices. "The deal is we set up his scam, and we get to fuck after! But we have been staking out in this cold winter shit for days, and he won't even let us screw his little angel here!"
"You don't know that," Tetsuya said, unconvincingly. "He said he'd think about it, said he'd pay us this time."
"Kazuma probably wants to fuck him first as usual, but after that-"
"Yeah? What do you two idiot's think that dick's gonna say? He still won't let us touch him and I wanna get laid anytime soon!"
"Yeah, but he'll be furious if he finds out." Hiroki protested, glancing between his two accomplices and the boy at their feet.
"Shut up, Hiroki!" Masaki snarled. "Kazuma doesn't have to know! We'll just tell him we couldn't find the kid. And we'll get our fun right here and now."
"So… we won't tell him anything?" Tetsuya tested.
"No, Kazuma'll never find out. If you two can shut your stupid traps, that is."
"N-no…" Uryu muttered, dread pooling inside his stomach as they were discussing him. Like he was their prize. This couldn't be real. It couldn't come down to this. He was supposed to be brought to the capsule hotel, which was a long walk from here. He needed that time to gather some of his strength and to try to get away.
"But it's so cold outside, Masaki. I don't know if-"
"Oh, don't be such a baby!" Masaki sneered, pulling out a flask. "This'll heat us up just like it has the nights before." He tossed the liquor toward Hiroki. "Besides, it'll make you two pussies relax so we can get on with this."
"Alright," Hiroki grumbled, taking a big gulp before wiping his mouth and throwing the bottle toward his accomplice.
"Ah, feels good," Tetsuya agreed, as he downed a few mouthfuls from the flask.
Masaki stood up, a sinister smile curling his lips as he looked down at the Quincy, while Uryu could only gape in horror. "Just look at him, trembling like a lil' virgin, he gets me so horny I could even do you, Hiroki."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
Uryu took a shuddering breath and tried to get his hands free yet another time. They couldn't do this to him. Not again. He couldn't let it happen. Closing his eyes, he silently prayed to his grandfather and mother for strength, trying to muster his last shred of Quincy pride to stave off the horror gnawing at his severely broken heart.
His eyes darted between the trio. When they started passing the liquor flask a second time, distracted, Uryu seized his chance.
"Hey! What the-" Masaki suddenly noticed how Uryu had managed to get back on his feet during all the commotion and was trying to make a run for it.
"Crap!" the Quincy cursed. He couldn't let this opportunity slip, but he'd hoped to get more of a head start before they'd perceived what he was doing. With bound hands and on unsteady legs, he'd managed to jolt towards the path next to the river again. "H-help me! Somebody! Help!" He shouted, his voice raw with desperation, hoping someone would hear.
It didn't take long before he was tackled to the ground. "So you like it rough, eh boy?" Masaki sneered, making Uryu yelp in shock and pain as his weakened body crashed onto the freezing grass. "That's fine, I love to play wild, too!"
"No! Get off me!" Uryu bucked, but the tall guy roughly turned him over before straddling him.
"I won't be so easy, kid! You'll do as I say, or-"
"Fuck you!" the Quincy spat, punching Masaki wherever he could in a desperate attempt to get away. Adrenaline momentarily staving off the panic attack that was bound to happen from having this creep on top of him. "I-I'm not your toy! I'm not-"
"Shut up!" Masaki howled, crashing his fist into Uryu's face, slapping his broken glasses right of his nose in the process.
"No!" The Quincy screamed, unyielding, knowing what was at stake. He trashed underneath the tall guy, trying to dislodge him. "You can't do this!"
Masaki hit him again, "Shut the fuck up, kid! I can and I will!"
Uryu moaned, the scent of his bloody nose making his heart pound and his head spin. "H-help! S-somebody!" he tried once more, less convincing than before and voice faltering. Terrified of what they would do to him, he struggled with every ounce of strength left in him. Unfortunately, his weakened and starving body was not up to another fight like this, making his temporary jolt of power - induced by the adrenaline - wane fast. In a final, desperate attempt, Uryu tried to push Masaki away from him, groaning in frustration at the restriction in movement brought on by his bound wrists.
"God fucking dammit, you little slut!" Masaki spat, backhanding Uryu's face three more times. "Shut the fuck up, before I kill you!"
Hiroki and Tetsuya came up from behind. "Whoa! Masaki, don't overdo it, man!"
"Yeah, you still want to fuck him, right, not beat him to death!"
"H-help…" Uryu tried again, before Masaki slapped him once more.
As he took a shuddering breath, Uryu watched how Tetsuya quickly grabbed Masaki's fist, keeping it in place. "Stop," he ordered. "Nothing against roughing him up a little, but this'll be more fun for all of us when he's conscious and undamaged."
Masaki made a startled gasp, before turning his attention back towards Uryu. Then, the tall man grabbed his bound wrists and pinned his hands above his head with one of his big palms, looking like a predator going for the kill. "It's over, kid. We're going to fuck you right here. One way or another."
Uryu's body started trembling, the panic attack that had been looming finally crashing over him at that perverted promise. "N-no… p-please… don't…" he begged, the fire in his voice extinguishing as his exhausted body had to surrender.
Masaki's look softened somewhat. The knowledge he had finally cornered his prey probably stroking his ego. "That's more like it. Although, I gotta hand it to you, you've some balls, kid."
Dazed, Uryu suddenly found himself inside his shelter, unable to recall how he had gotten there. Masaki dumped him onto his makeshift cot, making the Quincy groan. His head hurt and without his glasses, it was difficult to see anything in the little light the only street lantern provided.
Masaki was too tall to fit inside the niche while standing upright, so he had to bend over. "What a nice little house you made yourself, kid. Really charming. I'll do just fine. We don't want any spectators, you see."
The other two snickered.
"N-no…" Uryu groaned, trying to clear his head as his panic was slowly ebbing away. He wiped his bloody nose with the back of his bound hands, cringing at the coppery smell that brought out his most vile memories.
Suddenly, the box behind Uryu stirred and he could a hear soft mew before the sound morphed into a violent hiss.
"It's a cat, boss!" one of them yelled, from the entrance of the shelter.
"Yes, it's a cat, smartass," Masaki countered. "Get that blasted animal outta here!"
"Right on!"
The tall man's accomplices stepped inside the niche, but it was too cramped for 4 people, even if Uryu laid crumpled on the floor. They made a lot of commotion trying to grab Ichi, but the cat didn't yield. It tried clawing and biting the dirty hands that tried touching it. And although Uryu should be worried about himself, he couldn't help but plead for his little cat.
"D-don't hurt him… please…"
"Owww, the little rabbit has himself a little kitty cat. How cute," Masaki taunted. "When I get hold of that shitty beast of you, I'll- Hey, watch it, fatso!"
The three men started arguing again, loudly, cursing as they bumped their heads against the top of the niche. Uryu clapped his still bound hands as a final incentive to scare his on-guard, ginger friend off, then sighed in relief when Ichi jolted towards the entrance of the niche and into the cold night. At least, his friend wouldn't be harmed by these bastards.
"B-be safe, Ichi…" Uryu muttered.
Suddenly, he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and hauled upwards. He moaned, as the quick movement made his head spin and his legs refused cooperation, making him unable to get his feet onto the ground.
"Instead of thinking about a wretched animal, you'd start thinking about your own fate, boy," Masaki sneered as he looked down at him. "I've had it with all this shit. I wanna get off. Right now!"
"N-no…" Uryu responded. "I… I won't… cooperate."
The tall man scoffed. "You still act like you have some kind of choice, you little shit. Don't worry, I've done this before!" The dark grin he showed Uryu made him swallow.
"Hey, Masaki, maybe you should go easy on him, you know. You'll get what you want from him either way."
"Shove it and close that cosey windshield he made!" Masaki hollered, before directing his attention back towards Uryu. "On your knees boy!"
Groaning, Uryu had no other choice, as the tall man forced him into a sitting position on his makeshift bed.
The fat guy attempted, "We get it, boss, but… don't overdo it. The kid looks a mess."
"When the hell did you two become moral crusaders? He's just a piece of ass, Hiroki! Just like the others! And he's gonna suck me off for starters!"
Without any further warning, Masaki reached for his half-hard member and forcefully shoved it against Uryu's lips.
Uryu was shocked at having a dick shoved into his face and it instantly cleared the haziness from his mind. He had never done something like this before, and he certainly had no intention to fulfil that creep's wishes. Even Kazuma hadn't asked this of him. He turned his head away in protest. "N-no…"
Masaki slapped the Quincy across the cheek before hauling him closer. "Still got some defiance left in you, huh? That's hot, but you'll go down on me right now, or I promise I'll make this very painful for you!"
Uryu was horrified as the tall man pumped himself to a full erection right in front of him, then shoved his member back into his face.
"Better do as he says, kid," one of the others addressed him. "You don't want to make him furious."
"No…" Uryu said again. His stomach turned from the mere thought of servicing this guy, he couldn't even think about the act.
"Have it your way," Masaki sneered. He grabbed Uryu's chin and forced his mouth open. He didn't want to do this! In an attempt to object, he made the mistake to part his lips to say something, but Masaki took that opportunity to ruthlessly shove his erection inside Uryu's mouth. The Quincy gurgled in horror and disgust as he tasted the other man on his tongue. "Now, suck me, you little tramp!"
Uryu gagged, eyes going wide. Panic overrode everything else, and instinctively, he did the only thing his brain told him to do as the foreign thing was forced into his mouth and throat: he bit down.
"He bit me! That lil' slut bit me!" Masaki screamed and pulled out to tend to his wounded member, leaving Uryu coughing. "You filthy whore!"
The tall man reached inside his pocket before wildly smacking Uryu's head sideways with an object. A sharp pain shot through Uryu's right temple, and he moaned as his head lolled backward. The coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils as he crashed onto his makeshift bed. His vision blurred, and the edges of reality began to fade,causing Uryu to gasp for air as he lay at the furious man's feet, disorientated and nauseous, fear gripping his heart. Despite the pounding in his skull and the overwhelming dizziness, he managed to catch fragments of their argument.
"God fucking dammit, Masaki! Are you crazy!" Hiroki yelled.
"Did you have to hit him with your fucking flask? We told ya not to overdo it!" Tetsuya shouted.
"Shut up!" Masaki snarled. "This little ho's been getting on my nerves for way too long. At least, he's quiet now."
"Yeah, but-"
"Shove it, you two! How's this any different from drugging them as usual?" the tall man spat. "You two don't wanna fuck him then?"
"I do, but I don't wanna kill him, Masaki!"
"I wanted to have him on an actual bed, man, like usual. Doped and compliant. Unaware that we even touched him." The other one said, somewhat reluctantly.
"The fuck are you whining about? The kid is powerless and compliant! We can do whatever we want with him! I'm gonna fuck that little douchebag in his nice little nest here. You can either join me or piss off!"
"Look, if we just take him to the hotel now, we'll probably get to enjoy the kid for several nights. Instead of having us take him in this freezing cold in this cramped niche, man."
"He's right, Masaki, if we just-"
"I told you Kazuma won't let us touch him! I fucking told you! So buzz off, fucking cowards. I'll handle this myself!" Masaki shouted. "I've had it with you two! After all the trouble I went through to get you two ugly bastards laid regularly. So, if you don't start touching him anytime soon, this will be the last time I'll let you in on our deal! You fucking wimps!"
Uryu tried to grasp the conversation playing out before his dazed eyes, his moan filling the abrupt silence between the bickering accomplices.
"Fuck! I need another drink!" one of them grumbled as he kicked some of Uryu's belongings on the floor.
"Me too, man! Gimme that flask."
"What a bunch a pussies you two've become," Masaki mocked. "You can't even handle one trembling, harmless kid."
Uryu's head spun as he tried to move, but his body refused to obey. The sharp headache left him feeling confused and sleepy. He had difficulties to think, let alone act. With his trembling bound hands, he touched his temple to verify that it was indeed bleeding, moaning as the scent of his own blood stirred the most vile memories inside his heart.
"All better now? I, at least, am man enough to handle him. I'll show you how it's done, you sniveling babies."
Uryu gasped as he suddenly remembered what they wanted from him, the thought momentarily piercing his hazy mind and dulling out the conversation that followed. "N-no…" he muttered, doubling his efforts to move, only to be left breathless, wailing in protest.
Suddenly, a figure loomed over him. The Quincy struggled to make out which of the three it was. His vison was blurry, making it very hard to his focus, even more so without his glasses. Besides that, there was very little light inside the dark niche, the two closed windshields blocking most of it.
"You're really gonna regret putting your teeth in my cock, boy! I promised I'd make this rough on you, and I always keep my promises."
Masaki didn't wait for an answer; Uryu could only manage a slurred sound of protest, feeling dazed and drowsy.
As he tried to focus on the man's predatory gaze as he crouched down onto his knees, Uryu felt a jolt of relief flood through him when he realized the tall guy was occupied releasing his bound hands. However, his small happiness was short lived by what came next. Masaki swiftly undid the zipper of Uryu's coat, then grabbed the collar of his black shirt and yanked it open with brutal force.
"Let's see what you've been hiding under those clothes, boy," Masaki growled, his voice thick with lust.
Uryu gasped in shock as the freezing night air bit into his exposed skin. His eyes widened as the cold jolted him back to his senses, and he took a shuddering breath, his gaze locking with Masaki's as the man flicked his tongue over his lips. "N-no…" Uryu stuttered, his voice trembling.
But Masaki didn't stop. He pulled out a pocket knife, eagerly slicing through Uryu's clothes. In his rush, the blade nicked Uryu's skin in several places, leaving stinging cuts as he tore the fabric away with forceful, careless hands. Each rip left the Quincy more vulnerable and he couldn't stop his body from trembling.
How low he had sunk. Shivering before the enemy. A mere human. How his ex-father would mock him now…
"Come here, ya pansies!" Masaki shouted at his accomplices. "I'll fuck him so hard he won't know what hit him. And you two are gonna watch me do it or you can go cry to Kazuma!"
At that, the other two creeps stepped closer, hunching over them as Masaki tore away the last of Uryu's clothing, including his undergarments. He even tossed his shoes aside for good measure, leaving the Quincy completely exposed.
Uryu's wide, terrified eyes flicked between the trio looming over him, their gazes fixed on his trembling body. "H-help me…" he whispered to one of Masaki's sidekicks, his voice shaking as panic rose in his chest. The shame of being naked in front of Kazuma's accomplices made his heart race in terror, the weight of their eyes suffocating.
"Sure, I'll help you," Masaki laughed. "I'll help you take my cock, kid! You've been playing hard to get for far too long!"
Uryu couldn't think straight. He knew he had to fight, had to get out of here, had to get himself to safety, but his body had grown so weak that he couldn't even move. The excruciating headache made everything even worse. The augmenting smell of his own blood, trickling from new, yet shallow cuts from over his body where Masaki had grazed him with his knife, only made it worse.
Previous trauma's adding to the pooling dread in his stomach, the voice of Ichigo during the Black Velvet commands suddenly rang through his mind.
"You like this, don'tcha. You want to get fucked by me, I've heard you say it before. Want to feel me inside of you, you gay freak!"
"K-Kurosaki…" Uryu whispered, his eyes darting around in the obscure light. He felt himself slip away, his mind crumbling under the stress, wanting nothing more than to sleep and find out it had all been a vile nightmare all along.
"Aww. Kurosaki? That your boyfriends name? How sweet." The others snickered again.
Suddenly, Masaki forcefully spread Uryu's legs, gripping his left leg and lifting it into the air to twist his hips sideways. Uryu's breath hitched, a wave of humiliation washing over him as the trio's heated gazes bore down on him, their eyes fixed on his most private parts now fully exposed to their view.
"This is what Kazuma's been bragging about?" the tall man taunted. "Kid looks like a walking corpse to me."
The others reacted in kind, adding their own jeers, but Uryu couldn't hear them anymore. Panic surged through his veins, electrifying his body and shutting down any semblance of rational thought. All he could do was scream—a raw, primal sound ripped from deep within him.
"Fuck hard! Whore!"
It was going to happen again! He was going to get raped again!
"You're my boyfriend now."
Overwhelmed by panic, his thoughts clouded and he called out to the one person that he held closest to his heart, imploring his aid. "I-Ichigo! Ichigo, help me! Please! Ichigo!"
"What the fuck is wrong with him?" a voice screamed.
"I don't care, but make him shut the hell up. He'll attract attention!"
"I hate you! You scrawny abomination! I hate you!"
Suddenly, someone straddled his hips and Uryu jolted up, body convulsing from terror. "I-Ichigo!"
Rough hands grabbed his pounding head before something was wrapped over his mouth, gagging him. Uryu wailed as he was pushed back down again, the panic so strong he could barely breathe. Then, another smack to his head was delivered and everything went blurry.
As the world spun and his ears rang, Uryu vaguely heard the trio arguing. His body went completely still, facing sideways on his makeshift bed. The unbearable headache spanning together with his starving and exhausted body made him surrender once again. Even the voices inside his mind were muted this time, the shock and pain overriding everything.
As Uryu lay heaving, struggling to regain his breath, he could not prevent his legs from being parted again. Vision still spinning, he closed his eyes abruptly on a groan as a slick finger was ruthlessly pushed inside of him.
Another crack formed in his severely broken heart as it hit him hard: there was nothing he could do. This was going to happen and he was completely at these men's mercy.
Yet again.
His exhausted and chronically malnourished body had no more resources for him to use to his advantage. He couldn't do anything... It was like Renji had told him weeks ago. He was nothing but a pathetic, helpless ex-Quincy. A stray dog wished dead.
Uryu's eyes filled with tears that he could not hold back as he started sobbing desperately. Why did this keep happening to him? He'd always protected Karakura town with everything he had. He had sacrificed so much, while the only thing he wanted was to find a place where he could belong…
"I'll fuck you nice and hard, boy." Masaki grinned. "As for you two, are you gonna start joining in anytime soon?"
Hiroki and Tetsuya, emboldened by their liquid courage, joined their leader. The trio surrounded him, gripping his hips as they explored his skin, pushing their fingers inside him, scissoring and stretching him, whilst Uryu could only tremble and groan in return.
What was left of him? Beaten down and broken by life's cruel judgement, he couldn't do this any longer. Only a tiny shard of Quincy pride remained inside his battered and bruised body.
If Ichigo and the others saw him now, they'd never believe he was the same proud Quincy who had fought alongside them in Hueco Mundo.
There was no hope for trash like him…
Suddenly, Uryu's bleak thoughts were interrupted as his left foot was seized, his hips forcefully turned sideways. His eyes shot open when he felt his lower body being pulled back. Though his gaze swept over the shapes of the trio surrounding him, he couldn't make out enough details to tell which one was right behind him.
"I'll show you how a real man fucks this shivering princess here," Masaki taunted. "If you two want to keep our gig going, you can have my leftovers after I'm done."
"We get it, Masaki."
"Yeah, get off our backs already, man."
Uryu his heart pounded, the voices in his mind still present but muted. Fear gripped his throat as he gritted his teeth, trying to brace himself for what was coming. There was no mistaking their intentions. He turned his head to the side, letting the tears spilling from his eyes silently drip onto his makeshift cot.
The man behind him had to be Masaki—he'd been bragging about taking him all along.
Uryu shut his eyes when his left leg was roughly lifted into the air, taking a shuddering breath. Masaki was positioning himself as he straddled the Quincy's resting leg. Without any hesitation, the tall man thrust inside of him in one fast, brutal motion.
Uryu cried out as he was roughly impaled, his pain mostly muffled by the gag but still audible enough to make Masaki gloat. "Love my dick, kid? You'll be getting well acquainted with it tonight."
Uryu spluttered, trying to cope with the sharp pain as he'd been underprepared and entered much too roughly. The overwhelming sensation added to everything he was already feeling, piercing the daze he felt with a little alertness.
Masaki didn't start rocking slowly, but started slamming into him from the start, making the Quincy dig his fingers into the ground on a strangled sound. The man was clearly aiming to hurt him, as promised.
Masaki spouted profanities at him, while the other two cheered him on, like they were watching a game. Uryu's body was rocked back and forth as Masaki was very rough, a lot rougher than Kazuma had been.
He was nothing but a toy to them after all…
Uryu was completely paralyzed, his nerves saturated by panic. He couldn't do anything but cry. Unfortunately, the pain and the freezing cold kept him awake while he wished for nothing more than to go unconscious.
Jeers and taunts rang in his ears, but he tried to draw them out. Different pairs of hands were touching him, probing him, groping him wherever they wanted. At least, the voices in his head were dulled this time, his headache too severe.
"Fuck yeah!" Masaki howled, pounding into him even harder. "I'll make you remember this!"
Masaki's movements became erratic, the urgency of his hips warning Uryu that he was close. Bruising hands dug into his pale flesh while the Quincy just focused on breathing to make it through. The sound of flesh on flesh making him nauseous.
It only took Masaki another moment before he hoarsely cried out, making another few trusts before keeping completely still to ride out his orgasm.
Uryu could do nothing as he lay there, panting, trying to endure the disgusting ordeal. The pounding in his head worsened with every beat of his heart. Unlike Kazuma, Masaki didn't bother with caresses or kisses—it was purely carnal for him, which, in a twisted way, made it just a little easier to bear.
The Quincy groaned when Masaki pulled out of him, a small wave of relief washing over him.
"Man, I've had better," Masaki scoffed. "Kazuma's been lying all along. He's nothing but a quick fix."
Uryu couldn't hold back a sharp sob at that, his heart sinking.
'That's right. I'm worthless. Leave me alone now…'
Uryu just wanted them to go away. They had gotten what they came for. Right?
Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
"So?" Masaki asked. "When are you two pussies gonna fuck him? Lost your courage again?"
A moment of reprieve was all Uryu got while the other two men decided who'd go first. His eyes went wide, but before he could fully process what was going on, hands were on him again, roughly turning him onto his back.
Uryu tried to focus on the man behind him, but his vision spun, forcing him to close his eyes with a sharp intake of breath. It didn't matter who it was—it wouldn't change a thing to this horrible outcome. A finger probed his entrance before pushing inside, making Uryu moan around the fabric in his mouth. It was more from surprise than pain, as Masaki had clearly made him less tight.
"My turn, kid," Uryu heard one of them whisper. "But I'll go easy on you and make it quick."
The man pushed Uryu's knees towards his chest, his intent crystal clear. Uryu's attempt to plead came out as a distressed sound as the assailant crudely forced himself inside. Uryu's fingers scratched the cardboard surface below him as he tried to cope with the agony.
Someone was talking to him, murmuring things he didn't want to hear, as his hips were rocked in a slow but steady pace. He couldn't even make out the face of the one forcing himself upon him, his head pounded more with every thrust. The blood trickling down from his headwound making him nauseous.
Wandering, invasive hands sneaked over his body, touching him wherever they wanted. Different sets of fingers grazed across his skin, rubbing his chest, stroking him.
"That's it, boy. Can you get hard for me?" the man whispered as he rotated his hips to try and aim for Uryu's prostate.
But Uryu couldn't. His head was going to explode from the vicious pain, his body cold and unresponsive, panic still paralyzing him. There was no way he could get aroused, even if he'd wanted to. All he could think about was getting those hands off him, their touch searing into his skin. He didn't want to be a part of this, but the man's attempt to force him into it seemed to make him forget that Uryu had never agreed to this in the first place.
He couldn't do anything. He could just lay there, sobbing, hoping that it would be over soon. Reality was slipping away, his body giving up, his mind a turmoil of pain and chaos.
When the man finally cried out his completion, Uryu took a shuddering breath, body trembling uncontrollably as the creep pulled out of him.
The Quincy tried to catch his breath, letting his tired eyes glide over his surroundings warily. Someone was talking to him again, but the voice was distant, Uryu's focus too fractured, his mind too dazed to comprehend.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long before someone loomed over him again, pushing him onto his side. With a distressed sound, Uryu's eyes darted around, trying to figure out which of the three it was this time.
As he was entered yet another time, Uryu threw his hands into his face and cried out, the sound mostly muffled. He tried to cope with the feeling of being invaded again, the gag making it difficult to breathe. His head was killing him, his body had surrendered completely, but the one pounding into him took no head of his sounds of agony.
Then, Uryu felt a pair of hands undo the cloth gagging him. He coughed a few times after it was removed, before turning his face to the side. With pleading eyes, he looked upwards towards the man sitting beside him, not sure which one it was. "P-please…" he whispered, voice raspy from the strain. "please… help me…"
Uryu recognized Masaki's voice as he joked: "Begging already? That's so hot. I'm gonna put your mouth to good use while Tetsuya fucks you."
Suddenly, an erection was shoved into Uryu's face again, and the Quincy instinctively turned away, but just like the previous time, his chin was grabbed and turned back, making him splutter.
"We'll give this another try, kid. You'll suck me off right now or I'll teach you the hard way to obey me. And if you try to bite me again, I'll kill you."
Masaki's warning was clear and Uryu's heart sank even further. He had difficulties to breathe with the panic that devastated his body and soul, and he had never done this before. He could barely move, it would be impossible…
But Masaki didn't wait and pumped himself a few times before pushing his erection against Uryu's lips. As fresh tears ran down his cheeks Uryu darted out his tongue tentatively to give it a few licks. Masaki guided his face into a somewhat bearable position sideways, putting Uryu's blanket underneath his throbbing, bleeding head.
"That's more like it," Masaki said. "Now, open your mouth."
Seeing no other way to get them to go away, Uryu complied.
Masaki didn't hesitate, but was less reckless this time, guiding himself in and out Uryu's mouth in a slow rhythm. Uryu felt sick to his core, but tried to do what the creep had ordered him. He didn't really know what he was doing, he just reacted on instinct, guided by the tall guy's motions.
With a defeated sob Uryu felt his last shred of Quincy pride die inside his severely broken heart, fracturing it even more.
He was no longer a Quincy. The time he had spent fighting to protect this town, the sacrifices he had made—it all seemed a lifetime away. All his dignity was stripped away, leaving him with nothing.
He had become a whore. A lowlife that served no other purpose than to be used like this.
The one still inside of him suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusts, making Uryu almost bite down again from the way his body was rocked. Fortunately, Masaki noticed in time and pulled away.
Angry, the tall man grabbed a handful of Uryu's hair, making sharp pain shoot through his already pounding head. "You almost did it again, you little slut! And I was patient with you this time." Then he addressed the one behind him. "Move, Hiroki! I'll teach him a lesson."
The other one slowed down. "But… I'm not done yet-"
"Move, fatso!" Masaki yelled. "We'll switch places. I'll fuck him another round, and he can blow you."
Hiroki grumbled something and Uryu felt him pull out of him, making him groan. Masaki released Uryu's hair and scooted over to sit behind him again, while the fat man moved over to his side.
"Hey! And what about me?" the third guy asked from behind them.
"You can fucking wait until we're done," Masaki yelled.
"Shut up, Tetsuya! I haven't even got to come yet!"
Masaki wasted no time and turned the archer's hips into his desired position. Terror gripped Uryu's heart. "N-no… please…" he begged, eyes wide and full of tears. The prospect of another round of Masaki's torture was unbearable.
"That's it, boy. You're gonna beg me a lot more," the tall man smiled.
With that, Masaki roughly shoved himself inside of him, making Uryu scream as he was engulfed by pain and panic. The man grabbed his hips with brute force, bruising his pale skin, hurting him. But Uryu didn't get time to try and cope with any of that, as the other man shoved his erection against his open mouth. The salty taste mixed with a hint of blood that had to be his own, made him sick, but he tried not to bite down to prevent even more suffering. Uryu struggled to focus on the task at hand as Masaki deliberately made it as painful as possible, violently impaling him with each brutal thrust.
As he lay there, servicing 2 men at once, his mind blanked and his body moved like a puppet. He responded to their demands without thinking, without really knowing what he was doing. He felt himself slip away further and further, retreating into a dark corner of his mind to shield himself from this unbearable and cruel reality. The sounds around him—the grunts, the taunts, the rustle of fabric—blurred into a distant hum. His senses dulled, as if his own body no longer belonged to him.
Uryu didn't know how long this horrible nightmare continued, he lost all sense of time. The three men continued their vicious assault, taking turns with him, two at a time. Uryu didn't know nor cared which ones were occupied with him right now, it didn't even matter. The only thing he knew was that Hiroki and Tetsuya became more and more aggressive, clearly coaxed by Masaki's taunts and threats.
The freezing cold bit into his skin, but he could barely feel it anymore. His mind welcomed any scrap of numbness it could find, blocking out the worst of the pain. Even though fragments of the horrible ordeal pierced through, making him cry out as they rammed into him, as they made him gag around their erections, as he felt their hands bruise his body.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't feel them. He couldn't feel much of anything any longer. He wasn't even Uryu anymore—he was just a body, existing in this nightmare until it ended. The proud warrior who had once fought to protect this town and its inhabitants for years was gone. He had completely disappeared. Leaving only worthless trash in its wake. A whore. A sex toy.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the assault slowed, and it seemed the trio had finally had their fill. The last violator pulled out of Uryu with a prolonged groan, leaving him lying motionless on his now filthy, makeshift cot. His breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as he weakly closed his trembling thighs, desperate for even a sliver of protection.
Heart pounding in his ears, his cold body still paralyzed with panic, Uryu struggled to focus his blurred vision. The men loomed over him, but he couldn't make out their faces as his eyes feverishly darted around, terrified of what might come next.
"Look at him tremble," one of them mocked. "No worries kid, we're all spent. For tonight."
"Yeah, gotta hand it to Kazuma. He has a way of selecting the best. I never came so hard in my life," one of the others laughed.
Uryu didn't listen to their taunts, he could take it. But he wasn't prepared for the two strong hands that suddenly found his neck, fingers digging harshly into his flesh, choking him. Uryu's eyes went wide as his body spasmed, panic flaring through his numb body to make him alert to the imminent danger. But it was too late, his body and mind were utterly spent, he was way beyond fighting.
"It was fun while it lasted, kid, but I'm not done yet," Masaki smiled, his voice filled with a sickening satisfaction. His strong arms lifting Uryu's body from the floor, forcing him into a sitting position on his severely aching and bleeding rear. Uryu's hands instinctively tried clawing at the hands around his neck, but he had no strength left in him.
"What the fuck are you doing, Masaki!" One of the others shouted, alarmed.
"What's it look like, fatso? He knows too much!"
"You've had your fun, man! I'm not going to let you kill him!"
"Me neither!"
Uryu felt himself go dizzy, grunting, before Masaki's hands tightened while he screamed: "He's just a piece of ass! He'll go to the police! He'll tell Kazuma and then we're all screwed!"
"He's petrified of Kazuma, you dick! Besides, we know he's completely alone. He could have gone to the police before."
"Yeah, Masaki, he's just some poor tramp that lives under a bridge. If he had someone to turn to, he wouldn't be living here. Killing him will only get yer hands dirty, and… by the looks of it, I say he won't even see tomorrow."
Uryu sucked in a sharp breath as the hands around his neck hesitated, loosening their grip in some twisted act of mercy. "You're right," Masaki sneered. "This little bitch has no one. If he dies during the night, who's even gonna notice?"
With a booming laugh, Masaki let go, and Uryu collapsed onto the filthy cardboard, coughing violently as his body instinctively fought to fill his aching lungs.
Masaki's words had struck him harder than any of the physical pain he had already endured. Tears of misery welled up and spilled from his eyes as he stared up at his assailants, still gasping heavily, because… they were right.
If he died here tonight, would someone even notice?
His father wouldn't care…
Ichigo wouldn't care…
Sado and Renji certainly wouldn't care…
Nobody cared about trash like him…
Those bastards at school would be happy to know he was gone.
Maybe Orihime and Rukia would find out somewhere after Christmas, wondering why he wasn't coming to school anymore. Maybe they would go to his old apartment looking for him, but… that wouldn't matter anymore. It was too late.
"Hey kid," Masaki addressed him, piercing his bleak thoughts, "if you survive this bone chilling night, I'll come back for another round you hear. I promise."
Had he had the strength, Uryu would have cursed him, but all he could do was lay there, shivering from the ordeal and the freezing cold, looking up at the three of them while tears still ran down his cheeks. The sobs escaping his lips softly rocking his bruised and battered body.
"Just let him be, Masaki, I wanna get inside. My toes are freezing off."
"Yeah, let's just go, man. We need to get our story straight so Kazuma won't catch us lying."
"Later, kid. And remember, I always keep my promises," Masaki laughed and walked out of his makeshift home at last.
Suddenly, one of the other two draped Uryu's only blanket over him, and the quilt he'd made out of rags. "Here, kid. Hang in there," the man whispered.
Uryu's fractured sense of self couldn't comprehend why one of his tormentors would offer any semblance of kindness now. It didn't change anything. His severely broken heart hurt so much he just wished for it to stop beating. None of it mattered anymore.
"Fuck! It's snowing!" One of them yelled, and with that the trio vanished into the night, leaving the broken boy they'd claimed as their prize and had tormented for hours to die.
With the little strength he had left, Uryu curled into a fetal position, his trembling arms wrapping around his shivering frame in a futile attempt to find warmth. But it was hopeless. His naked body was ice cold, the chill seeping deep into his bones.
He was not going to survive this night.
His body was too broken, famine still ravaging him from the inside. The head wound had been the final blow, sealing his fate. His mind was screaming for this nightmare to end, for everything to end.
Tiny snowflakes drifted into the niche through the shattered windshield, and Uryu looked up weakly as a few gently kissed his face. The cold bites of snow felt distant, almost comforting, but he knew it was only a cruel illusion.
'Ah, snow…'
Desperate and utterly alone, he had struggled so hard to find his place in the world—a place where he could belong, someone he could belong to. But…
A flash of bittersweet relief crept through him, momentarily dulling some of the heartache, as the answer he had searched for so long became clear.
There was no place for him in this world…
After everything he'd done to protect Karakura town and its people, after all he had sacrificed for Ichigo and his friends, it weren't Hollows, Arrancars or Shinigami that would finish him off, but the most beautiful winter's chill.
He wasn't going to die a hero, protecting something precious, marveled for his bravery. Instead, he would face the lonely death of an unwanted stray dog.
Soft, pristine snowflakes tumbled down in a steady rhythm, covering everything in their wake. Uryu sighed, trying to focus on the beauty of the falling snow that was blown into his niche, knowing it would be the last thing he'd witness in his short, yet painful life.
'Orihime will be happy... she got her wish for a white Christmas after all.'
Uryu managed to pull the discarded cardboard box back over his trembling body. It wouldn't be enough to save him on this bitter, holy night, but it would shield him—if only a little—from the searing cold.
Thinking of Orihime, immediately made him think about the Substitute. Uryu took a shuddering breath from the hurt that welled up inside his severely broken heart as Ichigo's words came back to haunt him: "You're the reason my life is completely fucked up, Ishida! I wish you'd just go kill yourself somewhere! I wish you would just die!"
Tears stopped running down his cheeks as Uryu accepted his fate, feeling himself getting sleepy again.
'And it looks like…
Ichigo will have his wish granted, too…
Will that make him happy?'
Finally giving up the fight, the broken Quincy fluttered his eyes a few times before closing them, praying with his last strength never to open them again.
Note:
You have now reached the end of "Trash like me".
Thank you for making it here!
I know this will probably not be the end you had anticipated or hoped for, but this has been my intended ending from the beginning.
This chapter has been difficult to write as I needed to find the right balance.
Please let me know what you think, it will mean a lot to me.
The final and last installment of this series, "Survivors like us", will come next, but it is probably going to take me a while...
Thank you for your patience!