TW: for sexual assault but no rape.
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Fear rippled through Adam when he saw a syringe come into view but Jay saw it too and was able to knock it away, sending it skittering toward Voight.
A hard blow to Jay's cheek knocked him out cold and his arms flopped to the ground. The rise and fall of Jay's chest had Adam sucking in a breath and blowing it out in relief. Jay was alive.
"Jay's down…alive…they're both alive."
Jay hadn't moved and was only in sight for another moment while they hauled him up and onto the shoulders of one of the assholes. The other retrieved the syringe, and even though it was somewhat garbled, Adam felt chills in his spine when he heard their laughter and then the excited 'we did good Charlie' from one of them.
Adam's last view of Jay was blood running down his face and his arms dangling as he was carried away. Moments later he heard a loud thud, followed by the slam of a trunk…then nothing but fucking silence.
Frustrated, afraid and knowing that by the time they got there, Jay and his kidnappers would be in the wind, Adam slammed his fist into the side panel of the van and the screamed, "They're on the move."
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Kevin looked at the iPad as he drove. The blip of Jay's tracker disappeared right after he heard the thud, which didn't make sense. It should still be online.
"Lost Jay's tracker."
"What?! He was still wearing his belt…"
It would take more than being dropped in a trunk to put it out of commission…
"Fuck!"
…but an old car would be made of almost solid steel, not the mix of materials used in newer cars and would block the signal. It was a long shot but it was all they had.
"Spread out! Your'e looking for an older car 70's, 80's…not a newer model. Kim, you've got Voight take a couple of uni's. We got Jay."
"Copy that."
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Adam was right. It was an older car and it was a long twenty five minutes later that Jay was pulled out of the trunk and the signal came back online.
"Jay's signal's back on line! THE RAILS! GET TO THE RAILS! Southeast side. Go quiet a mile out."
It was disheartening. The Rails was a big place with a lot of abandoned warehouses. And though the 'southeast side' seemed like a specific location, there were still many secluded places for them to take Jay.
Even with lights and sirens they might not get there in time. The closest of them was 15 minutes away. That gave the assholes plenty of time to do whatever they were going to do.
X
As they scrambled to Jay, all thought the same thing. What they heard or didn't hear in the course of the attack and Jay's abduction left them confused…and even more afraid of what they might find.
"Guys…"
Hailey tried to steady her voice but wasn't able to quite pull it off, "…they didn't say anything, no homophobic slurs."
The MO, for whatever reason, had turned on a dime.
"…they left Voight alone…he was still conscious."
Kevin finished the thought, "This wasn't gay bashing, it was a straight up grab. They were after Jay."
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They would find out later why the MO was off. It was never about gay bashing, that was just a smoke screen. The assholes wanted, were waiting, for someone to fight back and Jay did with a vengeance. They chose him…
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Playing possum, he attacked as soon as they had him out of the trunk. He wasn't going to go down easy but it would be hard to stay up. His world was spinning and he was basically throwing wild punches hoping some of them would connect.
Even with only one hand in working order he landed a few hard blows that seemed to have a brief impact on the fight which spurred him on to just fight harder, to tap deeper into the reserves he hoped hadn't already been depleted…maybe he had a chance.
But then his chances went from slim to zero…there was a third asshole.
The interloper was older, mid 50's and built. A third perp hadn't even been a blip on their radar - but that didn't matter right now. The who, what and why could be figured out later. It was three against one and he was far from 100%.
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He needed to keep going and give the team time to find him, but the harder he fought the more they seemed to like it.
Pushing aside their laughter and cat calls, he landed a solid blow to one of them and it was answered by a punch that knocked him off his feet and onto his back in the rough gravel.
It was a hard blow but should've been harder. They were toying with him.
Rolling onto his side, he kicked out to keep them back while he tried to push himself up with his good hand, but doing so left his injured arm open and one of them took great glee in stepping on his dislocated wrist. He screamed and grabbed at the foot, desperate to dislodge it but the asshole increased the pressure adding broken bones on top of the dislocation.
The scream morphed into a groan through clenched teeth then a growl of desperation as even more pressure was added causing him to fall back then immediately roll again and try to free his wrist.
The perp laughed at Jay's pain and smiled at the bruises and blood splotching his face then turned to his friend, "Charlie…"
Charlie came closer and a blurred syringe moved toward him.
Spurred on by fear and the frustration at his weakness, he struggled to get away from the syringe, but the boot on his wrist held steady, anchoring Jay in place no matter how hard he fought.
His strength was waning and he was on the verge of blacking out but he didn't give up even though the fight in him was laughable at best. The assholes agreed whole heartedly with his assessment, laughing at his efforts.
The big guy kept the pressure on his wrist and crouched down beside him. The movement had Jay throwing his head back and releasing an involuntary shriek as the pain traveled up his arm and straight to his concussed head.
At the pressure easing off his wrist, he renewed his pathetic struggles but received a hard blow that opened up a cut under his eye. He didn't lose consciousness, but the blow rendered his struggles a step above useless.
They were having fun, so poking him with the syringe was set aside for the moment. Together the three of them got Jay up and slammed his back onto the hood of the car causing his head to bounce at the impact and, to the enjoyment of his assaulters, his henley to ride up exposing his flat belly.
His feet slipped against the gravel trying to find purchase as two of the assholes each grabbed an arm and held them stretched out and above his head making it harder for him to catch his breath.
The third asshole smiled at the defiant look on Jay's face and pushed his shirt up exposing more of his bruised torso, then held him down with a hand to the base of his throat while his other ran across Jay's chest, down to his jeans and released his belt buckle.
Distracted by the heaving breaths of their target and the gasp when his belt was loosened, the perp holding Jay's good arm eased his grip just enough for him to get his hand free and take a swing at the guy in front of him. It was a solid blow, but the guy holding his left arm squeezed his broken wrist, putting a brutal stop to his side of the fight.
He couldn't hold back the scream but it was muted by the pain, he was barely holding onto consciousness. In a corner of his mind, he hoped someone had heard his screams and called the police but another part of his mind answered, reminding him how isolated they were in this maze of abandoned warehouses.
Darkness started to shutter his eyes but then a surge of adrenaline hit him like a bucket of cold water when a hand touched the skin just above his jeans. His back was still against the hood of the car but he renewed his struggle, fist flailing, body twisting and legs kicking out.
Again they laughed at him and his broken wrist was slammed onto the hood effectively shutting down the flow of adrenaline and his lifeline to consciousness.
He crumbled to the ground and the three of them stood over their barely conscious treasure. Grinning at his two friends then chuckling, the older man touched his split lip then pointed to his blackening eye, "He's a bit more fun than I thought he'd be. I guess if we don't wanna get our asses kicked, we're gunna need a little help with him."
It was a half truth, not even a half truth, there was no way the kid could kick their asses at this point…but he could fight, showed no sign of giving up and was still doing some damage…playtime was over.
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Jay groaned when the syringe made contact with his arm and his body almost immediately went lax, the hand that had been fisted in the perp's shirt when he came closer with the needle flopped to the ground. He wasn't out but his limbs felt so heavy he could barely move them.
But he still didn't give up. He fought, he fought with everything he had, but the desperate signals his brain sent to his body; to kick, to punch, to twist away from his attackers were stopped in their tracks by the drugs and became nothing more than fruitless, sporadic twitches.
They picked Jay up again and slammed him onto the hood of the car, this time on his stomach. He willed his arm to throw an elbow but it was barely a tug and laughable to his assaulters. His arms were once again spread out over the hood and his broken wrist was squeezed.
Groaning at the pain, his wet eyelashes blinked and a tear leaked from his eye at what was to come.
"I like the sound of that. Time to have some fun baby boy."
This time they held his arms securely and his shirt was pushed up again revealing most of his back. Holding him down with a hand between the shoulder blades, the older of the three slid his hand along Jay's waist, opened his fly and pressed his body against him, enjoying the tremble and the soft 'no' that leaked out when he copped a feel.
He hated how weak he sounded, hated that he gave the asshole something he wanted…hated himself for not being stronger.
His broken wrist was squeezed and the last thing he wanted to do was release a moan at the increase of pain, but it slipped out and hot breath brushed against his ear, "Do that again honey…"
When he got nothing but silence, the asshole grabbed Jay's hair and knocked his cheek onto the hood of the car causing him to grunt in pain. He had no control over anything, not even the sounds that escaped his lips.
He whimpered at the pain he was in, the pressure put on his injured ribs, his wrist, the increasing ache in his head, what was happening, what would happen…another whimper escaped with the surge of fear that came with the thought.
The asshole squeezed Jay's ass and the weight on his back increased, "There we go…"
Feeling the erection pressed against him, Jay started to shut down, dissociate. He would rather be in Afghanistan than bent over that car. He couldn't move his body, so Afghanistan was where he sent his mind.
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He wasn't aware the assholes never got a chance to take it further, wasn't aware of the sirens or the flashing lights. He was deployed sitting around a bonfire with his unit listening to Mouse give Carter shit.
When he was pulled off the trunk, he was almost jerked away from the camaraderie of the unit - from Mouse and back to his current reality, a place he didn't want to be, but Mouse, like always, didn't let go.
He sat beside his best friend at the bonfire laughing with the rest of them as Carter came back at Mouse with a 'profanity' laced rebuttal to Mouse's shit slinging. Carter 'cussed' like a 12 year old choir boy, all 'Gosh darns', 'dangs', 'fudges', 'freakins' and 'poops' and made for some entertaining ball busting.
The two original perps had given up easily and were on their knees with their hands above their heads but the third hauled a barely conscious Jay in front of him as a shield.
The bruises on Jay's chest and abs were exposed by the guy as he held Jay tight against him with one hand snaked under his shirt and holding him on the side just under him armpit. The assholes other hand was clutching one side of the open fly on Jay's jeans.
With the area illuminated by the lights of the cars surrounding them, Adam got a good look at Jay. He was beat to hell; a black eye, split lip and bruised jaw were partially covered by all the blood trailing down his face from cuts on his cheek and above his eyebrow.
Where Jay's arms dangled at his sides, he could see the knuckles on his right hand were cut up and bruised and his left hand and wrist was swollen and at a wrong, just fucking wrong fucking angle.
"Let him go."
The asshole took a step toward the car, dragging Jay with him, "No! Let me go and I'll let him go."
Jay was barely able to keep his head up as his world shifted and spun around him. The warmth of the fire and the feel of the cold beer in his hand were gone. He no longer saw his guys or heard their laughter. He only saw smears of color across his field of vision, only heard sirens in the distance and angry yelling up close…he was back in a place he didn't want to be.
Jerked closer to the asshole, Jay's head whipped back against the guy's shoulder then fell forward. His knees buckled but the big guy easily hitched him up and took another step toward the car. He started to sag at the movement but the hand that had been holding his jeans moved to the skin of his lower abs and he was pulled tighter against the body behind him.
Everything disappeared for Jay except the hands on his body.
"No!"
Jay's desperate plea was only heard by Adam and Hailey, they were the closest, and it killed them that they hadn't gotten him out of this mess yet.
Knowing Jay had more than likely been drugged on top of being beaten, Adam wanted nothing more than to put a bullet through the guy's brain. Especially when he moved his hand from Jay's fly to his skin, causing an uptick in his friend's fear.
Hailey also wanted to shoot and take the asshole out but knew she couldn't, the guy wasn't armed, so she did what he could do, she shot out a tire.
"Let him go and put your hands up!"
The car now out of commission and too many cops to fight, he gave up but decided to inflict a little more pain in doing so.
He shoved Jay away from him and immediately put his hands up and dropped to his knees.
The push was hard and Jay stumbled forward, going down at the same time. His journey ended when his head caught the side of the hood and he went down in a heap against the tire.
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The scene was secured and they were waiting for the ambo to get through the perimeter. Jay was coming around but flinched back into the tire when he heard a voice close to him.
Hailey was crouched a few feet from Jay when he flinched. She shuffled back further to give him more space and felt the sting of tears…she thought she had given him enough space…she didn't mean scared him.
Adam and Kevin stood behind Hailey. The assholes had done a number on Jay, but the flinch made them realize there would be more than physical injuries to worry about.
Hating the realization that just dropped on his head like a ton of bricks and a second away from losing his shit, Adam rushed a way cursing a blue streak to find the fucking ambulance.
Hailey softened her voice to a near whisper, "Hey partner. It's us. Can you open your eyes?"
The request didn't register. Because of the drugs and the pain, Jay was floating between Afghanistan with Mouse and the nightmare of 'right now' and wouldn't be able to escape that hazy void until later when he was pulled home by a safe voice.
"Hey little brother."
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Okey dokey peeps! Chapter 2 is free! I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter will be out in a couple of days after I do some half assed proof reading a couple of times to get the equivalent of a full assed proof reading and hopefully catching most mistakes…and we all know that ain't gunna happen because Barbara leaves the proof reading to me.
Also, if you haven't read them, I recommend:
Imperfection by ArtieKarre - oh dear God! Angsty whump and whumpy whump galore.
and
Whumptober 2023 by Iburninsideatnight - which is a yummy smorgasbordy whumpfest of our dear boy!
Both induce hoards of whumperflies!
Stay safe peeps!