A/N IMPORTANT! READ THIS RIGHT THE HELL NOW!

This story takes a very dark and brutal turn. You are not going to like what the hell happens in this chapter, but you need to know its based off of actual incidents and cases that I have either studied or worked. This kind of stuff actually goes on. Hate and ignorance is a powerful weapon. I have finally managed to finish this story and in its entirety its about 34 chapters long. It does tie into "Up Against the Wall" and 'Strip Search" so if you are worried too much and like spoilers, check in with them. The poor boy really is my favorite character/actor/whatever out of all of them, but he reminds me very strongly of someone who wasn't fortunate enough to have the means to escape the ignorance around him in a safe manner and it ended up costing him his life. I miss him every day. This story is dedicated to him.

They were not on a regularly maintained road. Jasper could tell by the ride of the truck. The heat from the floorboard was starting to burn his groin and stomach, but he knew if he moved, he would make them aware that he was awake and he didn't want them to know that he was capable of hearing or understanding anything.

"Damn! They don't make faggots as strong as they used to, he's still out! I don't think we are going to get any fun out of this one at all." The men laughed as horror rolled through Jasper. He recognized that voice. Gunny. Emmett was right. Gunny had him and God only knew what he had in mind. He felt the toe of a boot roughly kick him in the butt cheek. "Ill just bet he's more awake than he's letting on. Pass me back that pig sticker and let me see if he squeals at all." Jasper began thrashing and trying to get up from the floorboard as the men burst into laughter. "See? I told you the lil bastard was playing us." He roughly grabbed Jaspers hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat, "You better be still and quit your fit throwing. I wouldn't want any of your Aids infested blood to get all over then inside of my truck." He released Jaspers hair and shoved him back down into the floor of the truck, a sharp kick from the heel of his boot rendering Jasper unconscious once again.

When he awoke again, he was no longer in the truck. He was still blindfolded, but he was now hanging from something by his wrists. The cuffs bit into the skin and with his toes barely scraping the ground he couldn't raise up enough to take any of the pressure off of them. The pressure in his head was tremendous, and he knew he had a concussion, and from the sharp pain he felt each time he tried to draw a breath, he knew he had multiple broken ribs. His back felt like it was on fire, but he had no idea why that was. Gingerly moving his head, he worked to dislodge the blindfold.

He managed to shift it enough that he was able to get a look around the in the dim light of the sweltering room. It appeared he was in a garage or some kind of storage building. The cuffs were hooked over a chain fall and he was in the center of the room, over a grated drain. He could see work benches along one wall, and on the bench he could see a wide variety of things he didn't even want to contemplate the use of, including vise grips, knives, torches, and all manner of hammer and blade. There were several 55 gallon drums along the other wall, with the lids leaned up against them, and Jasper wondered which one his body would be dumped into before it was dumped in the desert. He had gone out on a couple of those recoveries, and though they had investigated and tried every means possible to find out just who the people were that had ended up inside of them, due to the advanced decomposition and the missing teeth, they hadn't had any luck. He hoped that his tattoos would at least lead Edward to know who he was if he was ever recovered.

He hadn't given up, but with the injuries he already had, unless someone really fucked up, he didn't know how the hell he was getting loose. He tried to see if he could get the assembly swinging enough to allow him to work the cuffs off the chain falls hook, but the pressure of his full weight on his wrists was just impossible, and with his already broken ribs and concussion, it didn't take much before he was in so much pain that he passed out again. When he awoke to being slapped in the face, it was dark and the person doing the slapping was wearing a mask. "Well there boy, cant go sleeping what is left of your life away now can you? You think you are soo fucking smart. You shoulda stuck with just being pretty, because you would made some rich old faggot a nice lil bitch ill bet, but you had to go and try to play tough guy. Jasper spun slowly, as the man circled him with a PR 24 baton. He knew he was getting hit one way or the other, that he was going to die one way or the other, and he had never been a man to beg for mercy, so he decided to make it worth it and maybe they would just get so damn angry they would fuck up and kill him quickly.

"So you think I'm pretty? You wanna fuck me? Is that what you boys do out here? Get together and gang bang each other and some poor unfortunate kid you happen to catch? At least I am honest about what I am." The blow across his kidneys stopped him from being able to speak for a few moments, and in spite of himself tears of pain welled up in the corners of his eyes as the man dropped the baton and grabbed the hair on the side of Jaspers head and pulled his face up, "What were you saying? Was that, OUCH!" Jasper heard a blade flick open and he stilled in spite of his resolve to force their hand.

The pain was excruciating as the man walked up to Jasper and jammed it first into the side of one knee and then the other and then he casually wiped the blood off on Jaspers shoulder as he leaned forward and said, "And the answer to your question is No, not each other. But that's not to say we wont make use of what's available." The sound of a stun gun crackling was the last thing Jasper heard before his world erupted into even more pain.

This time when he awoke, he was no longer hanging from the hook in the middle of the room, but his situation was just as ominous and he knew that what he had been told by the man who stabbed him in the knees, was probably about to be visited upon him. He was handcuffed, face down, spread eagled on a work bench, with his feet just off the ground due to his height. It was going to be bad. Even though he and Edward had been together for several years, he had only been with Edward, and he had actually done most of the topping, surprisingly. It seemed that a man who spent most of his life in control of everybody and everything, just liked to let Jasper run the show in the bedroom, so it had been he had only bottomed a handful of times, and always with preparation and love, none of which was going to be present in this room. He pulled at the cuffs, trying to find any slack or weakness that would allow him a chance to slip loose, but there was none.

"Wont do you any good, boy. No one has ever gotten loose, but you can try all you want. Kinda prefer you do, its more fun when they fight." In his position, Jasper hadn't been able to see the men seated on the tailgate of a truck parked in the space behind him. He still couldn't see how many of them there were, but he could hear them moving around as they set their beers down and discussed amongst themselves who was going to get first crack at him. Apparently it was going to be Gunny because he had the biggest ax to grind against Jasper. One of the men reached into the truck and turned on the radio as the Gunny walked over and set his beer down on the table next to Jaspers head. He grabbed Jaspers hair and pulled his head back, leaning down to whisper in his ear, 'Don't pretend that you don't like this , bitch. We all know that you do." He smashed Jaspers face into the table as the other men hooted and laughed.

Choking on the blood flowing from his nose and reeling from a sudden fist to the side of his head that left his ear ringing, Jasper didn't hear the buckle on the belt being undone, but he felt the condom wrapped dick being roughly shoved into him, and he gasped in pain. " Oh fuck, Yeah! You are a tight one. Don't tell me, YOU were fucking Cullen? Holy shit!" The other men burst out laughing as Gunny slammed into Jaspers small form, doing his level best to inflict as much pain and suffering as he could. He relentlessly pounded into Jasper for the few moments he was able to last, and then when he came, he reached down and cruelly grabbed and twisted Jaspers testicles, laughing as Jasper screamed in pain. "He's all tightened back up for you" He picked up his beer and stepped off, tapping his beer against that of the man who was going to be the second. This one was even worse than Gunny, being not only bigger, but obviously younger with more endurance and worse, he didn't even bother with a condom. If Jasper wasn't already convinced he was going to die, the implications of that would have left him gut-sick with horror. This man also enjoyed putting Jasper in an armbar and choking up almost to the point of being unconscious where he could have escaped the horror, but then letting off so that he was coughing and gasping for air, only to have the process repeat as the man pounded into him relentlessly, tearing him and mixing blood with the fluids that he soon left running down the backs of Jaspers legs.

The brutality continued long into the night, with bottles and batons taking the place of pricks when the booze finally robbed the men of their ability to inflict themselves on him anymore. Jasper had long since mercifully, lost consciousness, laying slack in the cuffs as the men carved things into his back. They took turns beating him like a piñata after they rehung him from the chain fall, gleefully relishing the sound of each cracking bone in his face or how his face swelled up after each blow was struck, rending him unrecognizable. The only dissent came from when Gunny went to castrate him, one of the men objected saying that it would leave too much DNA evidence and would also be a clear sign that they had ,"Messed with a guys junk" and he didn't want that to ever come out if he ever got caught, it didn't stop Gunny from taking the knife to him in other ways that did almost as much damage though.

Not expecting him to be alive in the morning, they staggered into the ratty trailer on the edge of the property and passed out. Jasper had been barely conscious for that part. He wanted to die by then, and he didn't know why they didn't just kill him, but he figured they would when they sobered up in the morning if he made it through what was left the night.

Two days. He had been missing for two fucking days. Emmett and I had been taking turns watching Gunnys place, but nothing appeared to be out of place, but then again how the fuck could you tell with all the shit stacked up around that disaster of a place. The tracking device I had managed to get stuck on his truck hadn't moved since he had left work the evening Jasper had vanished. That rotten bastard had supposedly been at a sub-station checking on some reports he had forgotten to turn in when Jasper went missing, and a couple of his cronies backed up his story, but I suspected they were in on it. We needed to find a good reason to be able to search his damn place, but the tests on the DNA found at the scene was going to take time to come back that Jasper didn't have. Emmett and I were ready to go in on our own and start checking every place that was big enough to stash a person, live or dead.

"Edward, look. We are just going to have to decide what is more important, finding Jasper or our careers? I know my choice. I have already talked it over with Rose and she was pissed that we hadn't already gone in. You know he took him. I know he took him. I say we go have an up close and personal chitty chat with him and find out where the hell he has him or what he has done with him. I know how to make him talk."

We were sitting on a ridge that overlooked Gunnys place, hidden from view and waiting for some sign of life. It wasn't too long after dark that we heard a truck start and we both tensed, watching the monitoring device to see if Gunnys truck was the one moving, but it wasn't and whatever it was left all blacked out, moving fast. "I'm calling it in to our guy down on the main road and he will do a discreet tail and then stop in town where there is backup." I just grunted assent at him. I knew Jasper wasn't going to be in whatever had left. All too soon we got the "All clear" call and the grim waiting game continued until just before sunrise when my cell phone went off.

"Sir, we need you to come to your property. Dispatch got reports of a suspicious fire out by your front gate about an hour ago and when fire responded to the scene , well. It would just be best if you got here as soon as you we able." What is it? 'Sir, I would rather not go into details with you by phone, but if you could come to your property and if you have a way to contact Deputy McCarty, I think it would be helpful." My hands went numb and I dropped the phone. I heard Emmett talking to them, but I only caught bits and pieces of it. He was dead. He was dead and they had burned him at my front gate. That was what I had gotten from the conversation. A body in flames had been found at my front gate.