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Finnick’s only had one drink when he feels the haze taking hold of him.

He’s been at this party for all of thirty minutes when he realises this is one where he’s going to be the big party favour.

He’s used to it by now, but it still stings. He’s sure Mags must’ve known about it because she hadn’t come tonight. She’d told him she was sick but Finnick hadn’t seen her cough or even look paler, like she normally did any of the other times when Finnick has actually seen her look sick.

Finnick was known by his clients to be sober. He didn’t drink. That was his thing. That’s what people loved so much about him. Haymitch was the drunk old fool. Gloss was the one you could get drunk. And Finnick was the pretty boy who kept his wits about him, who was clever which meant you didn’t need him to drink for him to be good.

Or, that’s what Finnick used to be.

Finnick can only guess that now he’s been forced to become drunk for this party, that’s going to be a theme for him from this point onwards.

He supposed it’s for his own good. He’s been ruder to clients recently and refused to see one client again after she tried to force him to ‘rape’ her. And being out of it will be better for him. It should mean he won’t remember what’s done to him in as much detail. It does mean he won’t get the secrets he used to, but he can live without them if it means he gets to not remember anything instead.

Finnick is pushed in the vague direction of some old man. He prepares his smile and doesn’t flinch when the man immediately starts trying to get him hard. He’s been forced to have public sex in parties like this two times before. He’s confident this third time will be the easiest. Thanks to the drink that’s poisoned him.

“You’re so pretty,” the man says into his ear, Finnick smiled at him, the older man ruts against him as Finnick gets on his knees.

Finnick doesn’t want to look at the dick that he pulls out. When he can’t just rub it with his hands, he has to look at it, to suck it.

He wraps his lips around the head and smirks around the length when he hears the breathy moan from the man above him.

It doesn’t take long before the man is cumming down his throat. Finnick hadn’t thought he’d last long at all. The man clearly tried to look young but you could tell his youth was fake. Plus, even younger people came quickly when he was the one servicing them.

By the time Finnick is taken to another person, his vision is blurring. He only knows it’s a woman when she starts telling him he “knows just how to serve a woman.” She says it like it’s an accomplishment or something he should be proud of. All that does is make him feel more like a slut.

He can feel himself floating away when the woman pushes him into a wall and her hands make their way down to his pants. She unzips them and pulls out his cock. She moves her own underwear out of the way before lining him up and falling down onto him.

Finnick shuts his eyes until she’s digging her nails into his side and breathing stinky puffs of air into his face. He didn’t feel her clench up and cum but he knows that’s what she’s done when she pulls off. She walks away without tucking him back in and he knows that’s a sign to stay where he is. With his cock sticking out of his pants.

He tries to look around but he can’t make out what he’s supposed to be seeing. All he can see is the liquid on his cock and the blood from where he nails went in too deep and ripped some parts of his skin.

“Finnick,” a hand is waved in front of his face.

His head snaps up and he puts on a smile. Or, he hopes he does. He doesn’t know if that’s what he’s doing.

He thinks whatever they put in his drink was more than they should’ve. They must’ve thought he was like Gloss and was used to the drugs in drinks. Forgetting this was only his third time. Or, it could’ve just as easily been on purpose, he supposed.

A finger is put under his nose, he can see the white powder and knows to snort it. Maybe he’s not that out of it after all.

“Good boy,” a voice crones.

Finnick reels at the praise. He’s aware of his cock hanging out for another second before the new person is dragging him somewhere.

He must look like a sight.

His cock out. His hair a mess. His lips probably swollen. White powder likely under his nose.

People who’ve never seen him before would confuse him for Gloss so easily now.

He’s led over to a table. Once the people there see him, they all seem to happily stand up. They’re all just blobs of colour to Finnick but he knows what’s going to happen.

Most of them seem to be men which Finnick will find easier to deal with now. He won’t be able to feel the first initial stretch and he won’t complain about it which means he won’t annoy anyone by reminding them he’s still partially human. Even though once the initial stretch is gone, he becomes a gaping wreck.

Finnick’s bent over before he can try to count how many people are stood around him.

If this was happening on the street, people would be concerned for his safety, it would look terrible. But with it happening in here, it looked more normal than out of place. With him in the centre, it looked like the most normal occurrence that could be taking place.

Finnick feels the push as an unlubricated cock is pushed inside him. It doesn’t feel thick but from how deep it pushes into him, he knows it’s long. He opens his mouth to try to breathe better but ends up becoming a moaning mess. He can’t shut his jaw for the life of him. Before someone else is pushing into his other hole.

This one’s thick but his jaw is hanging open anyway so it doesn’t hurt him. He doesn’t gag on it as it hits the back of his throat. He hasn’t done anything like that for a long time.

He knows he’s hard when he feels the man fucking into him reach around and wrap a hand around him.

His hole is so fucked out already and he’s only had one dick inside him.

“He’s too loose,” he hears someone above him say. It’s the man that’s pushing into his mouth. Finnick tries to move his throat up and down but he can’t. They definitely gave him too much of the drug. He hates how he can’t do this one thing right. He wants his power back.

A new pair of hands are touching him, his jaw is being pushed up and he hears a small yelp as the man complains again, “now his teeth are digging into me.”

The hand is lightly drawn away and pushes only subtly on his jaw again. The man moans this time. The hands must’ve found just the right amount of pressure.

“His holes loose too,” the man behind him announces. His pulls out and cums over Finnick’s ass. Finnick can feel it as it lands. He feels as some of it slides off onto the floor. That’ll be his fault later, if it takes the Avoxs’ longer to get the cum off.

Finnick’s face is the next thing to have cum all over it. The other man doesn’t even attempt to not get cum in his eye. His spurt only just misses, luckily for Finnick because he knows he doesn’t have the strength to move his hand to wipe anything away. In fact, he only just doesn’t fall to the floor as someone else grips Finnick, his legs nearly giving in as he’s passed on to the next person.

This voice he recognises but his brains so disconnected he can’t really tell how he recognises it.

Or who it belongs to.

They fuck him harder than the person before and talk to him more.

“He’s gaping,” this man announces. “Take a look.”

“You should see yourself,” the man growls. His hips pumping forwards even more viciously.

Finnick sees someone approaching him.

His eyes click onto them.

He sees them so clearly.

He says their name.

“Hay…” his tongue lolls out of his mouth.

The man behind him, the loud man, the mouthy man, catches what he’s saying.

He sees what’s made Finnick speak up and laughs.

There are less people standing around now, probably they got bored or already came from the show and didn’t have the money to pay for a go. But the man’s words cut deeper than the eyes he knew were on him more earlier.

“Haymitch?” The man quizzes.

“Sloppy,” he says. Spits it.

Finnick knows he’s done something wrong.

The one he recognised has gone past him. Has ignored him.

Finnick doesn’t understand it.

“Slut,” the man says.

“Ugh!” He groans. “You slut!” The man cums deep inside him and doesn’t pull out. He keeps going.

Pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside him until Finnick feels like he’s made of cum.

Finnick is passed around until he’s completely gone.

He wakes up next to a person he recognises right away.

“Haymitch,” he grumbles. Pushing an elbow into the man’s gut. The older Victor shoots up, shoving Finnick off the bed.

Finnick laughs.

“Idiot,” Haymitch mutters, but there’s no hard feelings behind his words.

“No you.”