Every hour, Brian called everyone (Debbie, Vic, Emmett, Ted, Lindsay, Daphne, and Jennifer) to check if they had heard anything or seen him. They all told him no and each offered to come over to be with him. Each time he refused, insisting that they stay spread out because Justin could come to or call any of them, so he didn't want to risk the chance of missing him. The only company that he allowed himself was Michael who was trying to be supportive and optimistic.

Now Brian was going through Justin's sketch book. The last twenty pages were filled with sketches of Brian. Brian knew that Justin was in love with him. He hoped that Justin knew that Brian was in love with him. Brian almost smiled at the thought of being in love. He had always sworn that he would never fall in love. Now look at him. He was practically calling the federal reserves because the guy that he fucks didn't come home one night.

Closing the sketch book, Brian got up and walked to the bed, intending to lay down for some rest. On the bed was Justin's T shirt. Picking it up, he felt the cheap material in his fingers. Bringing it up to his face he breathed it in deeply, smelling Justin's scent.

Please God, he prayed. I know that I've never really believed in you and I don't deserve your help, but they say that you can help. I don't know if you can do anything, but if you can try, if you can bring my Justin back to me, I will be so grateful. I've never asked you for anything, but please do this for me.

Brian felt a hand on his shoulder. Knowing it was Michael, he reached and covered Michael's hand with his on his shoulder.

"Do you feel it?" Brian asked.

"Feel what?"

"His pain. His fear."

"I feel your pain," Michael said, sitting down next to Brian on the bed. "And I feel your fear."

"I should have gone with him. I shouldn't have gone to the car."

"This is not your fault."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do."

"I should have called the cops sooner. I thought that he was fucking someone. I was mad at him."

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The nice man left him alone, warning him that one of the others was coming soon. True to his words, the door opened and closed less than five minutes after the nice man left. Only, it wasn't one man, it was two men. Justin shivered in fear, lying on his back with his arms and legs tied spread eagle on the bed. He heard some mumbling and shuffling going on. He waited in fear, unable to see what was going on. He heard a match being lit, and although he wasn't sure what that meant, he knew that it wasn't good. Then he felt fingers at each nipple, rubbing them until they were erect. Then his nipples were being twisted in opposite directions.

"Ahhh!" He screamed. "Please don't hurt me." They laughed at him. Next he felt something, a droplet of something, dropped onto his stomach. It didn't register at first, then, "AHHH!!!" It happened again, an inch to the right. He screamed again. "What the fuck is that?!"

"Candle wax," a man said. As another drop of hot wax hit his nipple, he heard another match being lit. He feared that the other man was lighting another candle. Then he smelt something familiar. Cigarette smoke. God, Justin could use a cigarette, but he didn't dare ask. Another drop. Justin bit his lip and was breathing heavily through his nose, trying to breathe through the pain. Breathing supposedly helps women in labor. Justin tried to separate his mind from his body. He tried to picture Brian's face. He just managed to form Brian's face in him mind when he felt pain worse than the whipping on his back.

"AHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!!" He hollered and screamed and pulled against his restraints. The man just dropped hot wax on his cock. Justin gasped for breath. Another drop hit the tip of his cock. "AHHHHH!!! FUCK!!!" Tears flowed from his eyes and he felt his stomach turning. He felt a hand grabbing his cock and moving it to the side. The next drop of hot wax hit his left ball. He screamed at the top of his lungs. His toes curled, his head thrashed from side to side, he almost pulled his hand off by pulling against his restraint. Another drop hit his right ball. He was given a chance to recover.

"Please," he pleaded between gasping breaths. "Please, stop. No more, I can't take it. It hurts too much." He felt hot pain on his stomach. The other man just put out his cigarette on Justin's skin. "STOP!!! Please, stop. Fuck me, I don't care. Just stop burning me."

"You heard him," one of the men said. "He wants us to fuck him."

"We better give the boy what he wants," said the other.

He felt hands on his restraints. "If you try to run, I fill a bathtub up with hot wax and put you in it. Got it?"

Justin nodded. When his arms and legs were free, he just laid there, though he wanted to try to run away with every cell in his body. He let the hands move him so that he was on his hands and knees. He heard the familiar sound of condom wrappers. A set of hands on his hips and another on his head. A cock bumped his lips, which he opened to take it in his mouth. "Bite me and you're a dead man." The cock slipped into his mouth as another cock started to push against his anus. The cock head got through. The cock in his mouth touched the back of his throat, making him gag. While concentrating on not throwing up, the other cock thrust hard into his ass. It burned as it plowed into his dry ass with no lube. He was not going to be gentle. Justin choked on the cock that was pushing down his throat, making it hard to breathe. The cock in his ass pull almost all the way out before thrusting all the way into his ass. He had the entire cock in his ass. The man in his ass was without mercy and was fucking him like crazy, disregarding his pain. The man in his mouth managed to get all of his cock in his mouth and down his throat. Justin tried to breathe through his nose, but he couldn't get any air to his lungs. He tried to pull his head away, but a hand kept his head in place. As the man in his mouth fucked his face, he tried to catch a breath whenever the cock removed from his throat.

As he was being fucked from both ends, Justin started to feel himself fading from the lack of oxygen. He thought he was going to die. The man in his ass came first, and then the man in his mouth came. When the cock was pulled from his mouth, he collapsed face first into the bed, gasping for breath.

"Tell me," one man said. "Have you ever done fisting?"

"No. Please, don't do that," he begged. "Haven't you done enough?"

"Well, as much as I enjoyed your mouth, I want to fuck your ass. And I'm sure my pal here wants to feel your tight little throat spasm as you choke. But we're soft now, and it takes a while for us to get it up again."

"Please, you don't have to do this," Justin pleaded. "I'll jerk you off or fuck you or blow you 'til you're hard again, just don't fist me."

A hand grabbed him by his hair, lifting his head up. He felt a fist connect with his eye. "Shut up. We're the ones calling the shots."

He heard some shuffling and noises then, "What are you doing?" from one man.

"I'm gloving up, what does it look like I'm doing?" said the other.

"Like hell you are, I'm gonna fist him." There was a pause, then, "You got to whip him and wax him, I get to fist him."

There was a pause, then, "Fine." After they finished fighting over who was going to fist Justin, Justin felt hands tug his arms up. He pulled against the hands, but they were too strong and they overpowered him, successfully binding his hands to the headboard. Justin tried to control his breathing and calm down, but he was starting to hyperventilate. Brian, Brian, Brian, he thought to himself. I need you. Where are you? Why haven't you found me? If you cared about me at all, you'd find me and save me. I'm scared. I feel like I'm dying and the torture isn't even close to being over. I wish they would stop. I wish this was all just a really bad dream and I'll wake up next to you. Wake up, Justin, wake up.

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Brian's head rolled forward, jerking him awake. He rubbed his eyes and blinked his eyes open. Looking around, he saw Michael asleep on the couch beside him. It was dark outside. Brian looked over at the dining room table to find Officer West yawning and taking a sip of coffee. Getting up, careful not to disturb Michael, he went over and joined Officer West. Officer West looked up as Brian sat down. "Want some coffee?"

Brian nodded and Officer West got up and walked over to the coffee pot and poured a cup for Brian. "What time is it?" Brian asked.

The cop looked at his watch. "3:30 A.M." Knowing what Brian was going to ask, he said, "We haven't heard anything yet. Justin's picture has been given to all the cops nearby in case they see him." Brian looked down at his cup. "How long have you been together?"

Brian looked up, surprised by the question. He was trying to think. "Depends how you look at it. We first fucked three years ago, but we've been 'together' for about two years, I guess."

"I can tell you love him very much."

Brian smirked. "I never believed in love. I thought it was something straight people told themselves they were in and just made things messy. I believed in fucking." The cop didn't say anything. "We have these rules. We can fuck other guys, as long as there's no kissing, no names, no numbers, and never the same guy twice. And no matter what, we come home to each other by 3 A.M. I actually have been meaning to talk to him about getting rid of the rules and being committed to each other. Maybe if I had, I wouldn't have thought that he was fucking some guy when he didn't come back to the car. I would have called the cops then." Brian put his face in his hands, tired. "Anyways, it's past 3 in the morning, and that makes this the second night in a row that he broke the 3 A.M. rule." Brian slumped back in the chair.

Grabbing a pen off the table, he started to absentmindedly rolling it between his fingers and uncapping and recapping it as he tried to think of how to ask his next question. "Do you… Is there like… How many missing people are found alive?" He glanced up quickly at the officer but couldn't keep eye contact and went back to focusing on the pen.

"I don't know," the officer said. "If I gave you a percentage, I'd be guessing. The best thing that you can do is not to give up hope."

Brian glanced at the man again and nodded, not saying anything for a while. "Is there someone that you love? More than anything in the world?"

"I'm divorced," he said. Brian smirked, with an 'it figures' expression on his face. "But I do have a daughter," the officer offered. "And I love her more than anything in the world. And if she was missing, I don't know what I'd do with myself."

"I wish that it was me. I wish I could switch places with him. That they would hurt me instead of him. I'd do anything to take away his pain. I just feel so useless."

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"Pull his cheeks apart," one man ordered. Justin felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart by a set of hands. Next he felt a gloved finger with a cool liquid, lube, he assumed, push into his ass. It went in easy, and the finger went in and out of his ass, before being pulled out. Then two fingers with more lube went in. He was trying to lube up his ass. A third finger went in and Justin was starting to feel uncomfortable.

The man at least allowed Justin's anus to adjust and expand before adding the next finger. The pinkie joined the other three fingers. The pain was starting to kick in now. Justin groaned. The man spread his fingers out, pushing on the outer walls of his anal canal. He started to rotate his fingers. "Ahh!" Justin groaned and started to breathe faster.

"You've got to suck it up, pussy boy," the man said. "Because this is just the beginning."

Justin bit his lip and squeezed his eyes as the man pushed the four fingers in past the last knuckle. "AHHH!" His ass squeezed the hand tightly. Nothing this big has ever been up him, and it was going to get bigger. The hand pulled back a little, and then pushed back, this time with the thumb. "AHHH!!! FUCK! It hurts! Take it out! Take it out! I'll do anything you want, just take it out!" The hand pushed forward more.

"Damn, he's tight!" the man said, referring to his ass. "You should feel this."

The hand pushed further. "ARGGG!!!" Justin exclaimed when he had the hand in his ass up to the wrist. "STOP! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE!" The hand rotated. Justin bit into the pillow under his face and screamed into it. It hurt just as bad as the wax on his cock did. Then the hand started to clench into a fist while still in his ass. As the fingers were bending, they pushed on the walls of his anus to go even wider. Fingernails scraped the walls of his ass. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he wailed and screamed. He tried to squirm, but that made the hand in his ass move, which hurt so much that he tried to stay still. He felt the he was being split in half, it hurt so much. He was biting his lip so hard he tasted blood.

The hand finally formed a fist. It was like having a baseball bat shoved up his ass. The hand pulled back an inch and thrust hard forward. It was like the man was punching him up his ass. The fist inched forward slowly. He kept on thinking that it couldn't possibly go any further when it kept on going further and further. It was like a train was going through him. It felt like it was going into his intestines. He couldn't stop screaming. He felt like he was dying. He wanted to die. He just wanted it to end. If he could kill himself right now he would, just to end the pain.

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At 4 A.M. Michael woke up. He shuffled over to the table where Brian and the cop were sitting in silence. Michael sat down and looked at Brian, waiting for Brian to look at him. Brian eventually looked up at Michael, feeling vulnerable. Michael reached over and tucked a strand of Brian's hair behind his ear. Brian closed his eyes as a tear escaped.

"You should sleep," Michael said. Brian shook his head. "Can I do anything for you?" Brian shook his head again.

Not wanting to break down, Brian got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. "Get me if he calls," he said as he stripped. He scrubbed himself quickly with the soap so that he wouldn't be away from the phone for too long. He dropped the soap. Bending down the pick it up, he dropped it again, and then a third time. His hands were trembling. He kneeled down on his knees on the shower floor. He hunched over, leaning his head into his elbows on the floor, he started to fall apart. The water was coming down in bullets onto his back. Sounds of his crying echoed.

He knew he shouldn't be falling apart. He knew Justin was the one who was scared, vulnerable, hurt, and possibly dead. Brian was safe in his loft, with people he could trust. Be a man, Brian, he told himself. Even as he told himself this, he still felt scared that he might lose Justin.

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Justin felt slaps on his face.

"Wake up boy," he heard. "We're not through with you."

Justin groaned and realized he must have passed out. He tried to move, but he realized something was still up his ass. It was the arm. And it was still pumping in and out of him. He wanted to pass out again. He was hurting so bad. After another two minutes of complete agony, the man complained of his hand cramping up, so he pulled out. They shared a laugh at his expense when they saw that his anus stayed open. The man went to wash his hands before returning.

"I don't know about you, but that gave me one hell of a hard on," one of them said. The other agreed. They slipped on fresh condoms and got ready to use him for their own pleasure, one at his mouth, one at his ass. It burned having a cock thrust in and out of his ass. He was sure that something down there had been torn during the fisting. But the cock was definitely better than having an entire arm inside him. He choked on the cock in his throat, depriving him of air. They didn't last very long and soon he was left alone.

He buried his face into the pillow and sobbed. He felt so dirty and ashamed and broken. He didn't feel like he had any life left in him. He didn't feel human. He didn't want to go back, didn't want to face the world. He didn't want anyone to know what happened to him. He didn't want Brian to see him like this. He just wanted to die. Despite all this, he would give anything to be held in Brian's arms. Justin cried himself to sleep.

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Brian wanted a beer, or a hit. But he wanted to be sober if and when Justin called. Instead he drank coffee, trying to stay alert, despite feeling exhausted. He refused to go to sleep. Images kept flashing though his head. He kept on picturing the worst. He pictured Justin lying in a pool of blood, lifeless. 5 A.M. became 6 A.M., which became 7 A.M. At 7 the door buzzer went off. Brian jogged over to the intercom. "Justin?" He asked with a heart full of hope.

There was a pause. "It's Debbie." He rested his head against the wall and pressed the button to let her up. He cracked the door open and seated himself back at the table, resting his head in his hands. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked at Debbie. He attempted a smile but failed. Debbie opened her mouth to say something.

"Don't say anything," he insisted. Debbie closed her mouth, hearing the hurt in his voice. She knew that he was trying to pull himself together. Debbie got up and started going through the fridge and started to cook. Brian didn't say anything as he accepted the plate of food in front of him. Michael and Officer West started eating while Brian pushed the food around on his plate. He managed to eat a piece of toast but felt like he would throw up when he tried to eat the eggs.

"It's okay," Debbie told him as she picked up his plate that he had been staring at for the last two minutes. "Can I do anything for you, Brian?" she asked. He shook his head. "Well, I need to get to the diner. I want to hear the second you hear from him, okay?" He nodded and let her leave.

At 7:30, Officer Troy came over and Officer West went home. Brian called the office and told them he couldn't come in. He stared at the phone, willing it to ring, for Justin to call.

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