Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 15:11:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mighty Aphrodite <nsaphrodite@yahoo.com>
Subject: Small Sacrifices VII

Small Sacrifices

Disclaimer:
Completely fictitious.

Rating:
NC-17 for content including violence.

Website:

Like to know when I update this story as well as my other stories, visit
http://www.friendsnlovers.cjb.net to subscribe to the site's mailing list.

Author's Notes:

This story contains violence, hence the NC-17 rating. Please be aware
that my writings are graphic and I make no aplogies for that.  Also, join
my list,
NSAngst, at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NSAngst/.
Feedback: nsaphrodite@yahoo.com- please.



Small Sacrifices VII



Lance, Joey, and Chris arrived at JC's hotel room across town. Suspicions
ran high as they realized that the door was unlocked. It was opened ajar at
their arrival. JC was quite a vigilant person. He was always cautious about
everything, especially with Justin. He would never leave his door
unlocked. That was just not characteristic of JC. He would never put
himself or Justin in danger by such carelessness. That was just how he
worked.

They merely tapped on the door and the door flung open, revealing a room in
seemingly normal condition. As they entered the room, Lance noticed the
peculiarity surrounding them. The door was unlocked. The door was opened
ajar.  But there was no sign of forced entry. Furthermore, the room was
spotless as if no one had ever disturbed it. Something did not add up. He
found himself walking briskly into the bedroom while Joey and Chris
remained in the living quarter of the hotel suite.

Lance slowly turned the knob. He just as slowly pushed the door open. He
gasped as his eyes scrutinized the room in disarray within. Paper scattered
the floor.  Clothes tossed wildly all around. Pieces of furniture were
flipped upside down.  Someone had been here. He could almost smell the
intruders' filthy odor still emitting off the floor. Everything was turned
upside down. Everything was out of place. But nothing more than the broken
framed picture of JC and Justin in each other's arms and the opened phone
book with a page a missing.

"Guys, over here!" Lance hollered from inside the bedroom.

Joey and Chris, fearful of what they might encounter, still dashed toward
the bedroom. Chris stormed past Lance to view the mess as Joey placed his
protective arms around his young boyfriend.

"What happened here?" Chris asked as if he was blind to the destruction
before his eyes.

"Someone's been in here." Joey spoke lowly. "You think they abducted
Justin?"

"No." Lance answered, dislodging himself from Joey's grip. He walked toward
the bed and bent over, picking up the broken picture frame. "They were
looking for something." Lance began, piecing together the puzzle before
him. "They were in this bedroom."

"I can see that." Chris said.

"They were in this bedroom. They were looking for something when they found
the picture. JC always keeps this picture in his drawer wherever he
goes. He never takes the picture out for any reason. They were looking for
something, but instead they found the picture."

"Do you know what happened to Justin, baby?" Joey asked his boyfriend.

"They have him." Lance murmured, signaling to the opened phone book on the
bed. "They followed him to the restaurant's whose add is missing from the
phone book. That's where they abducted him."

"Who do you think took Justin?" Chris asked as he sunk onto the bed,
exasperated.

"Someone big. Someone big enough to buy off one of the most prestigious
hotels in the US." Lance murmured, joining Chris on the bed.

"Jesus!" Chris sighed deeply.

"Well, don't just sit there. Let's go find Justin and when we do, we'll
bound to find JC as well." Joey marched in front of them, taking Lance's
icy hands in his.

"Where are we going to find Justin and JC" Chris asked.

"Le Bristro." Lance whispered. His eyes fixated on the tiny piece of paper
lying on the floor beside the bed. He got off the bed and crouched down to
pick up the piece of paper with Justin's handwriting on it. "Le Bristo,
that's where they abducted him."

"Where's Le Bristro?" Joey asked.

"I don't know and chances are they didn't know either and that's why they
tore the page from the phone book." Lance rationalized. "Give me the
phone."

"Why?" Joey asked, handing his boyfriend the phone off the nightstand.

"I'm calling information for the number to Le Bristro". Lance answered Joey
before speaking into the phone to retain the much needed information.

After retrieving the number, Lance called the restaurant and just as easily
obtained the address. Now knowing exactly where Justin might had been
taken, the three former 'Nsync members set on a task to find Justin, hoping
they were not too late to save JC as well.


The people of Le Bristro were kind individuals, all of whom were willing to
help after Joey had tipped each employee $20 a piece with any information
regarding the actor's appearance at the restaurant. According to the waiter
who had been working since seven this evening, Justin had arrived at the
restaurant alone. He sat at the table in the far right hand corner away
from everyone. Shortly after his arrival, he left and did not call for a
cab because the valet attendant remembered seeing Justin leaving the
restaurant just as he drove a customer's car to the nearby parking
garage. He said that he had seen Justin walking down the street all by
himself.

"Thanks." Joey tipped the valet attendant an additional $20 before joining
Chris and Lance outside the restaurant.

"What did he say, Joe?" Chris asked.

"He said that he saw Justin leaving the restaurant shortly after eight and
he didn't call for a cab." Joey answered, leading both Chris and Lance down
the street.

By this time, the vast majority of the stores along the downtown street
were closed since it was Sunday. The remaining stores still opened were
coffee shop or mini- bars. As they came across each opened store along the
street, they would enter the store with their inquiries about their
friend. Each time, they would receive the news that he was not seen
there. And they would continue their search down the street until someone
had mentioned that they had seen him walk into the store across the
street. Chris, Joey, and Lance all gazed at the petite jewelry shop across
the street. Despite it being Sunday night, the lights in the small shop
still glowed eerily. They ran across the street and pushed the door open
just as the shopkeeper emerged from the back room of the shop.

"We're closed now." The man told them.

"We're not here to buy anything." Lance explained. "We're here to ask
questions."

"I have no answers for you." The man replied.

"How do you know you don't have any answers for us?" Chris asked, plopping
down on the stool at the counter. His eyes focused on the stack of credit
card receipts. "What time did you close?"

"Just right now." The shop keeper answered.

"The sign on the door said six every Sunday. Why the change tonight? Do you
normally close at an odd time like 10:25?" Chris bombarded the frightful
man.

The man fell silent as he scrambled for the door when Joey slammed the door
shut.

"Look, we just want to know if you've seen Justin Timberlake at your
store." Joey asked, anger evident in his voice.

"I don't know who Justin Timberlake is." The man mumbled, completing
forgetting the magazine in his hands.

"I don't believe you." Joey remarked. "You have a magazine with his face on
the cover of it."

The man quickly dropped the magazine. A written check for five grand
slipped out of the magazine and flew to the floor. He fell to the ground to
pick up the magazine when Joey kicked the magazine from his hands. Joey,
frustrated with this man, started to yell obscenities at the frightful
man. He continued for several more minutes until Lance finally stopped him,
pulling him aside as Chris tended the man.

"Look. We don't want to cause any trouble." Chris reasoned with the
shopkeeper.  "Our friend is missing and we need to know where he is. Have
you seen the boy on the cover of this magazine?" Chris asked, handing the
shopkeeper the magazine and his check.

Slowly, but surely, the man nodded his head.

"Yes." He answered.


His eyes were weary. His droopy eyelids weighed heavily over his eyes. He
could have slept a lot longer had it not been for the disturbing moans
nearby. His eyes shot open and quickly rage filled his eyes. One of the
bastards had taken Justin's hand and slipped his hand inside his pants. He
was jerking off using Justin's hand, while he remained unconscious.

"Let go of him." JC spoke firmly, pulling Justin into his arms.

The man smiled and retrieved Justin's hand from inside his pants. Justin's
hand was drenched in cum. Disgusting cum. JC wanted nothing more than to
tackle this man and rip his balls off of him, but opted to remain
silent. Instead, he simply took Justin's hand and wiped him cleaned using
his jacket.

JC lay Justin's head in his lap while his fingers played with his golden
curls. He held onto his boyfriend's hand tightly. So long as they were
together, nothing else seemed to matter. Their world was theirs and no one
could penetrate it.

Suddenly, the phone rang again and Jake, the obvious ring leader, climbed
into the front seat to answer the phone call. JC breathed in a sigh of
relief as Jake left for the front seat. His eyes followed the passing lamp
posts. He had no idea where they were taking them. The road ahead was just
as dark if not more than the road behind them. From the unfamiliar
settings, JC figured they must be leaving the city by now. Where to? He had
no idea.

Through the tinted windows, JC could see worn down shops as they drove by.
There were shops for everyone's tastes it appeared. Peculiar shops for
witch craft, incense and other aromas, puzzles, and many more. He peered
past the bulging shoulders in the front seat and could see Jake still on
the phone. He had been on the phone for more than 10 minutes. Apparently,
who ever was on the other line must be very important. His eyes transfixed
on Jake the entire time as he continued to finger Justin's silky curls. A
moan escaped past Justin's lips and his attention was diverted from Jake to
the boy lying in his lap. JC pulled Justin closer to his body and held him
tighter when he felt the pressure of his cell phone against his chest. He
still had his cell phone. His eyes wonder about the surrounding, noticing
that some of the men had already drifted to sleep. His eyes peered past the
tinted windows and mentally noted the many peculiar shops and the railroad
crossing signs that never seemed to go away. He pulled Justin closer to his
chest as he slipped his hand between his body and Justin's. Using Justin's
body as a shield, he reached inside his jacket and turned on his cellular
phone when one of the men abruptly hollered at him.

"What was that?" The man inquired at the peculiar noise.

"Nothing." JC quickly answered.

"Yeah. Give the kid a break. It's probably nothing more than them jerking
off."  Another said.

JC's eyes widened with fear. He feared that the man had heard his phone
when he pressed the button. After receiving a response from JC, the man
returned to his post against the van and rested his head against the side
of the van. Eyes still wide opened as were some of his accomplices. They
were watching him now, carefully watching him now. He managed a weak smile
and returned to Justin. He gazed down at his boyfriend lovingly. There was
no way he'd let anything happen to him.  He had to find a way to save
Justin. He pulled his boyfriend closer to him. Resting Justin's body over
his, JC reached for his phone again. He meticulously pressed the numbers to
his hotel room simultaneously as he groped Justin. Justin's moans would
drown the sound emitting from the phone, which at the same time satisfied
all the hungry men in the van. They shook their heads and laughed. Some
winked at JC understandingly as he laid Justin back down onto the hard
floor of the van.  A straining erection bulged inside Justin's pants and
all JC could do was adjust his pants as he remained unconscious. The
laughter subsided as always and silence took over.

"Hey!" JC barked, breaking the deadening silence. "Hey!"

"What is it?" One of the men quickly responded to JC with a menacing glare.
"What do you want, boy?"

"I was wondering..." JC paused, effectively stalling as he was aware the
railroad crossing was inevitable. "I was wondering..." JC began, again, as
the van drove over the railroad tracks, sending the van into a slight
turbulence, "Can we stop by that Ice Coffee shop. I'm getting tired
already. You know me. I love to sleep. If I'm asleep, you'll never get what
you want from me."

The man got up from his seat in the corner and another man joined him as
they both hovered over JC. He reached down and grabbed JC by the collar and
spat in his face.

"Who the hell do you think I am? You're fuckin' slave." The man cursed at
him.

"I'm sorry." JC quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry. I just wanted to get
something. I haven't eaten all day. I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me." JC
pleaded.

"Don't hurt him." The other man intervened. "We're not supposed to hurt
them, remember."

"Watch your mouth, boy." The man threatened, finally releasing JC before
his face turned cyanotic. "Watch it."



copyright Aphrodite for Friends & Lovers Site
nsaphrodite@yahoo.com