Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Gravity Falls. They belong to Hiromu Arakawa and Alex Hirsch respectively. I only own the OC characters.

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It was the first time that they had entered and Edward didn't know what to expect. It all seemed the same: they all entered and stood there waiting for Léon's instructions. So it was a surprise to him when the earth alchemist ordered his men to release him from the pole, but to hold his arms away from each other. "We're just moving you," he explained to the teen.

Two of the more stronger men were on either side of him, guiding him out of the room by his arms. He stumbled a bit, not used to using his legs. He feared that his muscles had started to atrophy. They led him out into a long corridor, that was just about as barren as the room that was his prison cell. He tried asking them where they were taking him, but they only laughed and ignored him. Léon didn't even glance at him.

They came upon a different door farther down the corridor. This one looked heavy, with metal fastenings fixed to it. This looked more like a prison cell than the other room. Ed swallowed when they pushed open the door, emitting a loud groan as it swung on its hinges. They dragged him inside, and the prodigy's stomach dropped in dread at what he saw.

The entire room was gray: floor, ceiling, and walls. It was more filthy than the other room he was used to. Water dripped in the corners of the room. The walls themselves seemed to be crumbling. Pebbles littered the floor. But it was what was in the center of the room that made Ed's heart speed up. Hanging from the middle of the ceiling, a large hook dangled from a thick chain. Directly below this, a set of ankle cuffs were fixed into the ground, held in place by short metal fixtures.

The men holding him dragged the boy forward towards the center. Ed began struggling against them, but he was too weak from his wounds to even put up a fight. When they reached the hook, they spun him around, pulling out a length of chain. They wrapped and secured the chain around his wrists, and before he could bring his hands together, they lifted his arms up so that the hook went between his hands, his weight supported by the chain. Ed whimpered as he hung from the hook, his toes barely touching the floor. One of the men bent down and held his legs still while the other closed the cuffs around his ankles, keeping him from kicking out. The only struggling that he could do was to shift around in the chain around his wrists.

Edward's breathing sped up, starting to panic at what this new arrangement would mean for him. The ankle cuffs kept his legs still and at shoulder-length. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of Léon and his goons. "What're you gonna do?" the teen asked fearfully.

Léon gave a cruel smirk. "We wouldn't have had to do this if you had just agreed to work with us, Edward. All of this pain could have been avoided. But no, you just had to be a stubborn child." The earth alchemist gestured to one of the stronger looking men beside him. "Go ahead," he said. Ed's heartbeat quickened when the man walked around him, and stopped just behind where he hung from the hook. "I've been looking forward to this," the man said, a wicked grin plastered on his face. To Ed's horror and disgust, the man proceeded to unbutton his pants.

Ed's struggling began anew, more vigorous and desperate. He bucked wildly, trying in vain to distance himself from the man. "No, please!" he cried. "Don't do this! I don't want it, please!"

"If you want it to stop," Léon said, "you know what you have to do." Edward held himself still to stare at Léon, the man who was allowing this to happen. The boy's eyes pleaded with him, but Ed knew that there was no way he was escaping this without giving in to these bastards. And there was no way he was going to do that. He couldn't.

Ed felt the man lay a hand on his shoulder. He glanced behind him and noticed that he had completely undressed from the waist down. And since the young blond was naked, he was completely exposed to the pain this man was going to inflict on his body. "Now hold still. You'll enjoy it more if you don't move around so much."

Ed felt something stiff and pulsing poking at his entrance. He shook his head vigorously and pleaded with the man, begging him to stop. His response was to shove his engorged member deep inside the boy. Ed cried out in pain, tears gathering in his golden orbs. He arched away from the invading length, the muscles in his anus tightening up. The pain intensified when they constricted around the man's dick.

"Tight virgin ass," the man muttered. He began to thrust back and forth in a steady rhythm, trying to widen Ed's hole. Ed screamed, a sound that would make anyone's skin crawl, except for Léon and his goons. The other men laughed while the earth alchemist just watched it all unfold. As the man continued to thrust deeper into the boy, Edward could feel streams of blood running down his legs. Fresh tears poured down his cheeks. This pain was worse than anything he had felt before in his life.

All of a sudden, a burst of pleasure erupted in Ed's stomach. He yelped in surprise. "Must've hit the sweet spot," the man said, immediately spearing into the teen's prostate. There were more bursts of this pleasure between the waves of pain. Ed continued to scream, but whimpers would also leak out of him whenever the man hit his sensitive areas.

The man gripped Edward tighter as he reached his climax. He let out a deep sigh as he came, his hot seed filling up the small form he was inside. He pulled out of the trembling child, collecting his pants and undergarments. Some of the white liquid spilled out of the boy's anus, dripping down his legs alongside the blood. Ed panted heavily after the ordeal, doing his best to register and deal with this new pain that now lingered in between his legs.

The man collected himself and walked back over towards the group. Ed could only hang limply from the hook, staring at the drops of blood and semen on the dirty gray floor. Tears continued to flow from his eyes. If he thought he couldn't escape before, it was confirmed for him now.

"Your turn," Léon said. Ed looked up, fear in his eyes. Another man in the group, this one less muscular, made his way over to the traumatized teen. Ed looked back at Léon. "What?" he asked in disbelief and shock. "But y-you-"

"Everyone gets a turn, Edward," Léon explained. "I've told you before. I'll do anything necessary to get what I need from you." The earth alchemist crossed his arms, waiting for the spectacle to unfold. Ed started sobbing, begging for Léon to stop this. But no one paid any heed. He could do nothing but let the next man shove himself inside the boy.

It was the same for every single one after the first. These men practically lined up for their turn to violate him. More blood and semen ran in little rivers down his legs with each man that forced their way into the young prodigy. He screamed and begged for them to stop, but they never listened. All seven of Léon's entourage had the chance to fill him with their throbbing lengths.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last one in the group finally ejaculated his seed inside of Edward. Pulling out, he let some of it splash onto the floor. While he was retrieving his pants, he asked Léon, "Hey, are you gonna give it a go?"

"Yeah," another one chimed in. "He's a better fuck than any other woman I've slept with."

Léon pondered the trembling and sobbing boy before him, blood and other foul fluids staining his legs. "Maybe another day," he answered. "We have to move him back."

Ed's ankle cuffs were unlocked, and he was helped down from the hook. The chain was undone, and two of the men held his arms apart again. He didn't have any strength left to struggle anyway. He just let them drag his limp form back to his white prison cell, securing him to the pole in the same way as before. There was no escaping. There would be no rescue. He would have to take whatever abuse Léon decided to dish out.

"We're not done with you yet, Edward," Léon said. The boy's head shot up just in time to see the first man that had violated him unbuttoning his pants again. Once the man's entire lower half was bare, Ed was forced to watch him approach with all his genitalia moving towards his face.

"No, no, no, please," Edward begged, voice shaking. "No more, please, I don't want any more." The man ignored his pleading, grabbing the teen's blonde hair, bunching it into his fist. Ed closed his mouth, holding it shut as the man pressed his pulsing length against his cheek. He tried not to think about how disgusting it was.

"Open your mouth," the man ordered. The boy shook his head, causing the man to pull on his hair. It made Ed grit his teeth.

"Do what he tells you, Edward," the teen heard Léon say. "Otherwise, everyone gets another round with you."

The young prodigy's heart sped up in terror. He didn't want to be raped again. Not ever. So, very slowly, Edward parted his teeth. As soon as he did, the man slid his entire cock into the boy's mouth, completely taking Ed by surprise. His mind recoiled at the fleshy appendage throbbing inside his orifice, whimpering and grunting in protest. It was hard to breathe. The man had shoved every part of his erection into Ed's face, his length so far inside his mouth that his testicles were pressed against the boy's chin. Ed was completely frozen in shock, letting the man easily thrust into his mouth over and over. Finally, the man burst, his seed sliding down the teen's throat. Ed choked, trying to spit it out past the dick stuffed in his mouth. "Swallow all of it," the man said threateningly. And so he did, fighting against the bile that rose up in his throat. When the man pulled out, he let go of the boy's hair and patted his head. "Such a good little whore," he cooed, a malicious smirk on his face. Ed shivered, a stream of semen-covered saliva dripping down his chin.

It was the same routine as when they raped him. Each man took a turn shoving their cocks into his mouth, reaching another climax for him to swallow. Ed continued to sob throughout the whole ordeal, still begging them to stop. But none of it did any good. At the end of it all, he felt dirty and disgusted with himself, an object to be used. The nausea was dangerously close to overwhelming him.

After the last man ejaculated and pulled out, Ed was a broken and trembling mess. Tears still flowed from his eyes as he sobbed in between deep breaths. He strained against his chains, no longer having his fighting spirit to keep him upright. He vaguely noticed Léon pulling his head up by his hair to force him to look into his intense blue eyes. Ed had come to learn to fear that gaze.

"Why would you want to keep putting yourself through this torment, Edward?" Léon asked. "With a simple word, all of this can end. I would think you would care about your brother enough to help him."

"I promised I wouldn't use it for that!" Ed cried, a gush of fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's not right. It wouldn't be fair."

"Not fair to whom?" Léon asked. This was the most he had gotten out of the boy. "To you? To your brother? Or to someone else?"

Ed didn't answer him. He continued to mutter to himself about how it wasn't their fault, they just wanted to see their mother's face again, that it would be cruel to use the Stone for something as selfish as that. Léon's face fell in disappointment. Something in the teen's mind had clearly given way. He let go of Ed's hair, letting his head fall. "Gag him," he ordered. "I can't stand listening to his ramblings."

Ed stared blankly ahead as the men tied the white cloth behind his head. He continued to mumble into the gag. After everyone left him alone again, he broke down, his sobs muffled by the cloth in his mouth. His tears dripped from his eyes onto the floor.

He was alone and broken, and nothing could save him from this hell.

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Author's Note: I don't know why, but this chapter seemed a little cringy to me. It was a little hard to describe Ed's new restraints in the gray room. But I hope you all enjoyed it anyway.

Band camp is over, but that means school starts soon. Marching season during the school year takes up most of my time. Seriously, it's like band is literally my life now.

Praise is appreciated and constructive criticism is encouraged.

-The_Mayflower