Hux knew he was in trouble the moment he had been caught, but what was about to happen to him was driven home by the words, "Well, isn't he a pretty one."

He could not have replied if he had wanted to. A ball-gag wedged between his teeth made sure of that. The man who must have been the owner of this place teasingly trailed a finger over his forcibly parted lips, which were stretched lewdly around the ball, as if sensing Hux's thoughts. He struggled against the straps that bound him to the examination table as strange men looked him over hungrily. The man drew a hand through Hux's hair, almost lovingly, "Redheads are rare, we'll get a good price for him no matter what condition he's in. Even if we can't fix that attitude some collector will snatch him up for sure."

Hux could move his head a little, just enough to try to pull away. The man laughed lightly, stroking Hux's hair all the more, "Still struggling, pretty boy? I'm sure we can find a client who likes them stubborn. Now, lets get a good look at you."

One of the assistants came forward with a set of sheering scissors and passed them to their boss. The man clicked them opened and closed in front of Hux's face twice, tauntingly, before slipping one of the blades under his collar. Hux tried to flinch away from the cold metal before hearing the sickening sound of his tactical gear being sliced open. The man hummed to himself as he cut up the cloth and straps around Hux's neck and shoulders, plucking them away before he called, "Let's see if pretty here boy has nice tits."

Hux let out a shout of indignation that was muffled by the gag. He froze as he heard not one voice laughing, but many. He had thought there were fewer people in the room. It sounded like there were at least six. He watched as two men approache, one human, the other something else. A Zabrak? They pinched the clothing over his chest before cutting the cloth just enough to show off his nipples. Hux flushed in shame as he heard wolf whistling.

"Look at you," said the man with a laugh, "Most girls we get don't have tits that nice. Send word to to floor staff and caretakers not to have this one's nipples pierced. Just use ice to get them hard when he's on display."

"Should we get him some ice now?" someone asked.

"What do you know pretty boy, you've already got people wanting to play with your tits," said the man, grinning down at Hux before he turned back to whoever had spoken, "Get ice, maybe clamps…why not just bring all the toys. This one was a handful. Better teach him his place."

Hux heard a couple of men walk away as more of his clothing was cut away. His sleeves and gloves were cut off and he heard someone say, "He'll need a shave. Should we get those spots removed?"

"They could be fun. Make him seem younger too. We could probably say he's in his twenties," said the man, "Get rid of that hair on and under his arms."

The Zabrak approached again with a bottle of something and a razor. Hux flinched as some sort of cream was applied to his skin and the creature started to shave him. Hux wanted to squirm but checked himself. The last thing he needed was to get cut multiple times and have nothing to show for it.

The man cut down his chest to his nipples before circling them with the sheers. Hux glared up at him as he pressed the flat of the cold blade to one of the soft tips, "Ice the other one."

Hux gasped as he felt a piece of ice swirl around his nipple. The man laughed as Hux gasped and tried to pull back, "Oh, pretty and sensitive. I think we better let him have it then. Give him a thorough test before he goes up for auction."

The sheers were pulled away from his nipple and he gasped again as he felt someone pinch the hardened tip and roll it between his fingers. Hux tried to keep his voice quiet, but with the gag keeping his mouth open his muffled grunts and stiffled moans were soon filling the room.

He resisted a scream when someone palmed between his legs and exclaimed, "He's getting hard just from his tits!"

There was a round of laughter and Hux's cheeks burned with shame. The ringleader called out, "Cut his pants off. I want to see his cock and hole."

Hux clenched his eyes clossed as his pants and underwear were cut from his body. There was more whistling and Hux let out a series of horrified cries when someone lightly brushed the tip of his exposed member. Hux jerked away as much as he could when someone took the shaft in their hand, stroking it appreciatively. He whimpered as something was drizzled then slicked over it as he was stroked to hardness. Something hard was pressed against it as someone hummed, "Hm…seven inches, he's a big boy. Not so girthy though."

Hux whined at the humiliation as they measured him. His clothes were still being cut away and the Zabrak trailed a hand over his shaved arms, "Oh, he's soft."

"Get over here next. His legs need a shave. His pubes could use a trimming too," the boss ordered. He heard the man call out, "He likes having his tits played with. See what else pretty boy likes before we open that sweet little hole of his."

Hux squeezed his eyes shut as multiple hands slid over his body, stroking, rubbing and prodding, looking for sensitive spots. He heard voices call out around him as he gasped and moaned,

"Hair."

"Neck."

"Feet."

"Ribs."

"Belly."

"Thighs."

"Hips."

"Under arms."

"Knees."

"Damn, you're sensitive aren't you?" said the owner. He was somewhere near Hux's feet from to sounds of it. Hux could only twitch and mewl around the gag as his erogenous zones were discovered, outed and massaged. He gasped as something hard and metallic was swiped over his thighs. He opened his eyes and saw a Twi'lek male, grinning at him and hovering a cosmetic brush over his nipple. Someone else pressed a feather to his neck. Hux mewled and moaned at the sensations. He's been touched before, but not like this. He heard tape being pulled off a roll and something small, smooth and cool being placed over his pelvis. The owner continued, "A sexy thing like you should be tied to a bed, not flying around with soldiers in an assault craft."

The bullet-like objects were taped down and suddenly started vibrating. Hux screeched and thrashed as much as he was able as the men around him laughed and continued to touch him.

"Hold on, I'm still working on his legs. Do you want me to cut him?" asked the Zabrak.

The vibrating stopped and Hux lay back panting. The others continued to touch him and he moaned when he felt a second brush against his aching nipple. He tried to keep his hips still, but his hard, neglected cock was driving him insane. The boss moved around the examination table and hummed admiringly before he settled by Hux's head. He raked a hand through his hair, "I can see why there's always demand for redheads. It's like your body was made to be fucked…"

"How much hair do you want here?" asked the Zabrak. Hux gasped as he felt a finger jab into his pubes.

"Hm…" he hummed, carding through Hux's hair, "Leave that trail on his belly, and a little near his cock. The rest can go."

Hux cleched his eyes shut again. He did not like the idea of a razor down there. He groaned as cream was generously applied between his legs, on his balls, over his perinium and by his rim. The boss continued to coo at him, "Such a sexy little catch. I almost want to keep you for myself. If you weren't worth a small fortune I would."

Hux whimpered as he was shaved and groped. He was humiliatingly hard as the men relentlessly stimulated him. The pronged instruments glided over his belly and thighs while brushes and feathers tickled him. He groaned as someone massaged his foot just as the Zabrak announced, "He's done."

Hux moaned as fingers trailed over the smooth, freshly shaved skin. He was suddenly aware of the cool air on his hairless arms and legs. He let out a squeak of panic when someone kissed a cleared patch of skin on his abdomen.

"I think he's ready. Let's open that tight little hole," said the boss, "Use lots of lube. He's going up for sale soon."

"Should we switch the vibrators back on?" someone asked.

'No!' Hux thought, shaking his head and grunting as insistently as he could.

"Why not?" said the owner, thumbing a tear from Hux's eye, "Let's show him a good time."

The vibrators were switched back on and Hux shrieked as a slick finger pressed inside him. He tried to scream as it probed deep inside before circling, coating his insides liberally. The finger hooked up towards his belly and he screamed again in unwanted pleasure. The finger rubbed againt that pleasurable spot over and over, causing Hux to sob in shame and ecstasy.

"Boss can we…are we allowed to cum on him?" asked one of the men.

"He's getting bathed after this. Go ahead," said the owner, stroking Hux's hair, "Pretty boy needs to learn his place."

Hux heard multiple zippers come undone, at least four. He screamed again when a second finger opened him. The boss called, "Is he tight?"

"He's so tight we could put him down as a virgin," replied the man fingering Hux's ass.

"Shit…pretty little redhead, sentitive body, pleanty of erogenous zones, nice cock and a tight enough ass to pass as a virgin?" exclaimed the boss, "You were made for this pretty boy. You were made to be covered in cum and stuffed with cocks."

Hux whimpered at the words and tried to tell himself it wasn't true as fingers stretched him with scissoring motions and coated him with lube. He sobbed as a third finger, from a different hand from the feel of it, worked inside and spread more lube around.

He heard a groaned and cried out in disgust as something hot splattered over his belly. Hux whimpered and tossed his head, trying vainly to get away. The boss called out, "Get his chest next. First one of you who manages to hit either of his tits from over there'll get a bonus cut when we sell him."

Hux cried out in humiliation at the announcement and groaned as the fingers pulled out. He squirmed as he heard zippers coming undone and grunts and groans as his captors touched themselves around him. He sobbed in shame and fear as he heard someone say, "He's ready for you, boss. Nice and stretched."

Hux felt the man stroke his cheeks along the gag's strap and wiped away some tears. He whispered cruelly, "I'm gonna pretend you're a virgin, pretty boy. Like I'm the first cock you've ever had."

Hux sobbed. There was no need for him to pretend.

He felt someone else cum on him, hitting him in the side. Hands returned and smeared the cum around before the Twi'lek from before began tracing patterns with it close to his nipples, as if trying to make them better targets. He heard the boss laugh and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt something hot and girthy press between where his legs were spread open and strapped down. It traced small circles around his rim before pressing in, "Shit! He's really fucking tight…"

Hux screamed again as he was raped. The man's cock forcing its way inside and filling him up. He pressed in and thrust swallowly as someone else spilled over the center of Hux's chest.

"Yeah, cum all over his pretty pink tits. Put a pair of clamps on him…" instructed the boss as he thrusted into Hux and panted, "Someone get a paddle, I'm going to spank this little bitch until he cums."

Hux yelped around the gag as something hard experimentally slapped his ass. He felt pressure around his nipples as he gasped and sobbed. He couldn't take any more of this. He thrust his hips as much as he could, just wanting to cum and end it.

"Fuck he feels close…so good…someone touch him. Let's see how pretty he is when he cums."

Hux sobbed as the man thrust harder, pounding his prostate with each thrust as his cock was finally stroked. His nipples were squeezed and pulled and the vibrators buzzed against his pelvis. He felt heat in his belly and waves of pleasure coursing through his spine down to his feet. He screamed and came as more hot semen splashed over his nipple. The man jerking him off pumped him through it as his ass was pounded. Finally he felt cum shooting inside him and sobbed with relief. It was finally over.

"So sexy…which of you got his tit?"

"I did."

"Good, I'll make a note of it. Send for the caretakers to wash him…I think I'll stay behind and watch this time…what are his specs?"

"Male. Twenty-Five. Human. 6"1. About 160lbs. Notable features: Red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, pink nipples. Sensitivity:High. Erogenous zones: Nipples, thighs, under arms, feet, hair, neck, belly, ribs, knees, hips. Cock:Seven inches, slender. Virgin. Untamed. Most markets would appraise him at 150, 000 credits."

"Oh, you're plently tame now, aren't you," said the boss, stroking Hux's cheek. He unfastened the gag, allowing Hux to breathe freely. He continued, "Pretty boy…good little boy now. Lets call you Anemone. Such a sexy body…"

"Kill you…" panted Hux, "Fucking kill you…"

"Shh…if you talk like that the gag will go back in. Shh…there's a good boy. You felt so good on my cock. They're going to love you," cooed the boss.

"First Order…uses…trackers," panted Hux, willing himself to grin, staring down the man who raped him, "You have about three minutes."

The sound of a saber igniting was heard in the distance and Hux sighed with relief, "My mistake…less than one."