Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Hiromu Arakawa does. I only own the OC characters.

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When Edward opened his eyes again, he was greeted with the same foreboding darkness. The memories of being used and violated were still fresh in his mind, and tears threatened to overwhelm him again. He breathed slowly, trying to reduce his rapidly beating heart. Panicking wasn't going to get him anywhere. If only he could see, he could gauge his surroundings, but there was no way to get the blindfold off. In fact, both the blindfold and the gag were tied so tightly that they almost hurt. This guy didn't take any chances when he decided to kidnap the young boy.

Speaking of which, that man wasn't in the room with him, but he could clearly hear his voice. His hearing was one of the only remaining senses he still had, so it was easier to pick out voices with his sight and speech cut off. There were other voices that he didn't recognize that accompanied the man's voice. They were coming from his left, where the man had entered yesterday.

Ed shuttered. Were these people those clients that the man spoke of right before he shoved himself inside the young prodigy? The thought of that made Ed start hyperventilating again. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, being assaulted and violated in the dark, not being able to see what was happening. The painful and humiliating experience from the first time was damaging enough for him.

Somebody! Anybody, please! Help me! I'm so scared.

Why would you think anyone would want to help you?

He didn't know where the voice came from. It didn't sound like anyone he knew. It must've been inside his head. Maybe he was finally going crazy.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to his left slid open again. Edward held his breath, for he knew what that entailed. He heard several footsteps enter the room. Before the door closed, he heard the man say, "Be sure to give him this before you begin."

"Sure thing," a woman's voice answered. With that, the door shut, and Ed was left in the dark with an unknown number of people whose only goal in mind was to get their fill from him. Fear and dread began to rise in his chest again, and before he knew it, he was struggling again, leaking out the same nervous whimpers from before.

"Aww, looks like the little puppy's scared," the same woman who had spoken before stated in a mockingly sympathetic tone. No doubt she said it with a huge smirk on her face.

"Don't know why," a man's voice said. "He said he had him broken in yesterday." The man's tone indicated he was indifferent to the boy's suffering.

"You can't really blame him. He's not here of his own free will." Another woman.

"Could you stop talking and give him the stuff already? I've been itching to do this all day." A different man, this one clearly impatient.

"Amen to that," a third man's voice sounded out. So, there were five of them, two women and three men. This realization did not comfort Ed in the slightest. It, instead, had the opposite effect.

A needle was plunged roughly into his neck, most likely containing the same drug as before. Ed let out a pained gasp as the contents were emptied. The same warm feeling from before washed over him again, the drug forcing an erection out of his body. Ed's fear was overwhelming him. He started begging and pleading them not to do this, to let him go. But of course, they couldn't tell what he was saying, due to the gag. So they blatantly ignored him.

"Ladies first," he heard one of the men say, followed by a body draping itself over his vulnerable form. He protested more loudly, hoping someone in the vicinity would hear him, since he obviously couldn't reason with them. But his voice was muffled so that no one outside could hear him no matter how loud he screamed. The feeling of helplessness weighed on him like a stone. The body on top of him, which he realized was one of the women, paid no heed to his protests, and slowly seated herself on top of his hardened length.

The feeling of this woman around him was alien to him. He let out whimpers of discomfort as she began bobbing up on down on his member, the muscles inside her tightening. "Oh fuck, he feels so good," she moaned. Ed himself was trying to keep in his own moans, since the waves of pleasure, heightened by the drug, coursed up and down his body. He soon found that every time she drew up, he was dragged along with her. She forced him into a steady rhythm, getting the most she could out of him. His body soon reached its peak, and he let out a surprised yelp when he felt himself come. The woman sighed as she felt the liquid enter into her. She then leaned over and traced kisses down his neck, further adding to his humiliation.

"Hey, move over. You're taking up all the fun," the second woman complained. The first woman complied, and one body was replaced by another. The cycle of torment began anew, the only difference being that this woman was more playful than the other. She giggled and moaned in delight when Ed's body acted out of his own free will. She squealed when he came again, stealing an important part of himself he would never get back, and enjoying it all the while. Edward could only manage to emit a small sound with each thrust from behind the gag.

"Alright, you had your fun. It's our turn now." Edward's stomach dropped in dread when he realized that the men hadn't had their fill yet. He was left emotionally exhausted from the women's treatment, but the pain was still yet to come. He struggled, hoping he could find some way to prevent this. But he was trapped, and there was no way out. He could do nothing as the first man straddled him.

"You gave the ladies a nice show," the man said over Ed's fear-filled whimpers. "Let's see if you give the same courtesy to us." And with that, the man shoved himself into the panicked teen. The pain was exactly the same as last time, but this man wasn't as big as the man who had kidnapped him. He still screamed at the feeling, however, as the man began to thrust in and out of him. Ed screamed and pleaded for him to stop, but even if he wasn't gagged, the man still wouldn't listen to him anyway. He just had to take it, since he was in a helpless position that didn't allow him to fight back. He screamed at the waves of pain, which were sometimes accentuated by loud, surprised whimpers every time the man hit his sensitive prostate.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally came inside the young boy. The teen in question was left shaking and whimpering, a bloody and broken mess. The man still had his member buried deep inside Ed as he tried to catch his breath from the exertion. After a few seconds, he spoke. "I have an idea," he said. "I think little Eddy here wants a taste of me. How about you two have your way with him while I do that?"

Ed heard the other two men chuckle. "Sounds like a plan," he heard one say. His overwhelming fear drowned out the irritation he felt for the short comment. He was on the verge of hyperventilating when he heard the first man address him. "Whaddya say, Eddy? You wanna find out what I taste like?"

Ed let out a mournful whimper. "Oh, c'mon, it won't be that bad," the man said. He slipped himself out of Ed and moved up the length of his body. Ed heard more pants being unzipped and felt the presence of the other two men positioning themselves at his entrance. His heartbeat was racing so fast that he couldn't calm it. The first man hooked his fingers around the edge of the gag. "Now don't scream when I take this out," he said.

The young teen had the intention of doing the opposite, but when the gag was taken out of his mouth to rest below his chin, he barely had enough time to draw in breath before the man's throbbing member was shoved down his throat. "Now be a good boy and suck," the man told him. Ed had no choice but to obey. He was then shocked at the feeling of two different intrusions forcing their way into his already ravaged entrance. He dimly realized that the other two men had both of their members inside of him at the same time, both of them generating their own rhythm of thrusts. The pain intensified as his hole was stretched to accommodate both of them. He couldn't scream since the first man still had his cock in the teen's mouth, thrusting hard enough into it to bruise. He felt warm blood and semen leak out of his entrance as the two men came.

All of a sudden, the first man came inside the boy's mouth. Ed choked and spluttered as the salty liquid poured down his throat. "Swallow it," the man said. Ed complied, trying not to suffocate. "Good boy," the man said as he finally withdrew his length. He replaced the gag before Ed could cry out, making sure the knot was still tight. Once he knew that it was, he stood up and pulled up his pants. At the same time, the two men finished, dragging themselves out of the trembling teen. They, too, made sure they looked presentable.

"That was a good show you put on," one of the women said. "It makes me want to fuck him again."

"Yeah, well, we only get a certain amount of time with him with how much we paid. His rules, you know," the first man stated.

The woman sighed. "I know, but it's not fair that he gets him all to himself. I at least want to get my daily dose out of him."

"Nothing we can do about it," the man said. His tone indicated that he shared the woman's feelings. The five of them composed themselves and headed for the door. When it slid open, Ed heard the man say, "We're done here."

"Excellent." The man who had kidnapped him sounded pleased. The door was slid shut again, and Ed was left in the darkness once more. There was nothing to keep him company besides his own sobbing.

After what seemed like hours, the door slid open again. Ed tensed, knowing that whatever came through that door promised him pain and humiliation. "Hello, again, my little sunflower," the man said.

Edward groaned miserably. He knew exactly what this man had come for, and he wasn't ready. "You did wonderfully on your first day," the man said as he unbuckled his pants again. "Now, at the end of a long day's work, we finally have time to ourselves."

The man who had kidnapped him didn't fuck him like his clients did. While the others only did it to get their pleasure, this man did it with lust-filled love. He thrust slowly instead of vigorously, relishing every moment of it. He caressed the boy's cheek with his hand as he violated him, whispering sweet nothings to the small form underneath him. It made Ed's skin crawl in disgust and shame.

When the man was done with him, he left the room and came back a short while later. He propped the young prodigy on his knee, and removed the gag. Bread and water was shoved into Ed's mouth before he could make a sound. When he was done chewing and swallowing, the gag was replaced, the knot made tight once more. Then, he was finally left alone in the darkness, his thoughts and emotions swirling inside his mind. There was no end to the torrent of tears.

Edward tried to scrounge up any hope of being found before he would break.

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Author's Note: I'm back from my vacation! Yay, finally! It's been a week and I'm finally back! I've been seeing everyone's comments. I've gotten a bit of constructive criticism from a few people too, which is awesome.

This chapter was pretty brutal. This guy is pretty much a pedophile. For everyone else, it doesn't really matter to them who they have sex with, as long as they get it. Again, I apologize for this. But if you're still enjoying this, good for you. ;)

Praise is appreciated and constructive criticism is encouraged.

-The_Mayflower