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Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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I have managed to type out another chapter by working out that I can type with my left hand and my right index finger :) This chapter was written in record time but I won't promise that the following chapters will happen that quickly, so please bear with me :)

As Tom happily explored the apartment, Dennis ordered the pizza. In the back of his mind was the thought that he should phone Penhall to tell him that they had arrived home safely but he knew he could not face it at that moment. He would have to come clean about the extent of Tom’s disability but it was not a conversation that he was looking forward to having. He could only hope that Doug would understand his reasons for lying about Hanson’s condition.
After placing an order for a large pepperoni pizza, Dennis put down the phone and watched Tom as he tried to figure out how to turn on the television. Smiling sadly, he walked over and stood between Tom and the TV. “I guess some things you never forget,” he stated quietly, marveling at the fact that Hanson remembered television but not the English language. When Tom tried to push him away, Booker stood firm. “Nuh uh,” he said, looking at the blood stains on Tom’s t-shirt. “First things first. You need a shower and some clean clothes.
“Quiero!” Tom demanded in a loud voice as he forcefully shoved Dennis out of his way.
Tiredness made Dennis snap. “And I said NO!” he shouted crossly.
Tom’s eyes filled with fear and he immediately dropped to the ground and covered his head with his arms. Sighing in frustration, Booker knelt down beside the trembling figure. “I’m sorry Tommy, of course you can watch TV. You can get cleaned up later.”
Showing no signs that he had heard Dennis’ apology, Tom continued to cower on the floor. Standing up, Dennis switched on the television and walked into the kitchen. When he returned several moments later carrying a bottle of Coca Cola and two glasses, he found Tom curled up on the couch, happily watching a hockey game. After pouring the drinks, Booker sat down in the armchair and observed Hanson enjoying the game. It was such a small thing but it brought tears to his eyes and he quickly blinked them away. Now that they were home, he felt a huge black cloud of depression enveloping him. Whilst they were in El Salvador, it had been easier to cope with Tom’s childlike mental state but looking at him now, staring at the TV in rapturous delight, made Dennis see Tom’s disability through new eyes. He began to wonder if the beatings and torture Tom had endured at the hands of his captors had left him with some kind of brain injury. A solitary tear slid down his cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. There was no point in surmising, he would have to wait to see what the doctors told him after they had examined Tom.
The intercom buzzed and Tom spun around, puzzled at where the sound had come from. Booker managed a small laugh. “It’s okay Tom, it’s the pizza delivery guy.”
“Pizza?” Tom repeated, his eyes shining brightly. “Tengo hambre.” I’m hungry.
Standing up, Booker walked over to the door and buzzed in the deliveryman. “In English Tom, remember?”
Hanson thought about it for a moment before replying hesitantly, “Tom hung-gry?”
“Excellent!” Booker congratulated, his good mood slowly returning when he saw the pride on Tom’s face. A knock on the door signaled the arrival of the pizza. After paying the teenager, Dennis closed the door and set the pizza box on the coffee table. Tom immediately tried to grab a slice but Booker stopped him, deciding that now was as good a time as any to try to re-teach Hanson some manners. “Wait,” he instructed, holding his hand up in the “stop” position.
Tom licked his lips in anticipation but obediently waited until Dennis returned with two plates and two paper napkins. Handing one of each to Tom, he paused to see if Hanson recognized them. After faltering for a moment, Tom placed the napkin on his lap and put one slice of pizza onto his plate. Looking up, he searched Booker’s face for validation. Seeing Dennis smile, Tom grinned back. “Comer?” he asked. Eat?
Booker nodded. “Yes Tommy, you can start. But slowly, understand? Don’t cram it all into your mouth.”
Dennis could see that Tom was trying desperately to process the English words. “Comer lentamente,” Hanson muttered, his expression serious as he nibbled at his piece of pizza. Eat slowly.
This time Booker burst out laughing. He immediately stopped when he saw Tom’s hurt expression. Reaching over, he ruffled Tom’s hair good-naturedly. “Sorry Tommy, that was rude. You are doing really well and I’m so proud of you.”
Tom’s eyes shone with delight. “Den-nis hap-py? he asked in an excited tone.
Booker stared back in shock. He could not remember explaining the word happy to Tom, which meant Hanson was slowly starting to remember English words on his own. “Oh God Tom,” he whispered, as he pulled his friend into a hug. “You’re starting to remember.”
Unaware of what all the fuss was about, Tom gently pulled free of Dennis’ embrace and continued to eat his pizza. Dennis gazed at him with love. For the first time since finding him, Booker felt a glimmer of hope as to what the future would hold for Tom.
**
For the next few days, Booker kept Tom at home and slowly reintroduced him to everyday life in America. He taught him how to shave and to eat with a knife and fork. Once shown, it was as though a switch turned on in Hanson’s brain and he quickly adapted. The only habit Dennis was unable to change was Tom’s explicit sexual promiscuity. Hanson still attempted to engage Booker in sexual stimulation, usually when Dennis was waking up and experiencing an early morning erection. Booker had to muster all of his will power to resist Hanson’s advances and it left him feeling bitter and frustrated. He had carried a torch for Tom for so long and to sleep side by side with a man he was in love with and to wake up with Tom’s long fingers teasing his cock to life and not be able to act upon it, was agony. When he rejected Tom’s advances, Hanson would pleasure himself and it was just as difficult for Dennis to lie next to Tom whilst he masturbated. He knew he should get up and leave the room, but there was a small part of his brain that said it was okay for him to watch, that Tom wanted him to watch. He knew he was kidding himself and that if Hanson was of sound mind he would not be doing the things he did, but still he could not draw his eyes away. When Tom reached his orgasm, shooting semen over his fingers and stomach, Dennis felt sick with shame. He began to wonder if he was procrastinating about getting Tom help so he could continue to watch him, day after day, slowly and vocally, bringing himself to climax. As the days dragged on, Booker’s guilt deepened and he knew he needed to step up and do what was best for Tom.
Eventually, divine providence forced Dennis to act. The phone rang early one morning when Booker was making breakfast. Tom was still asleep, exhausted from the terrifying nightmares that had woken him throughout the night. Snatching up the receiver, Dennis was surprised to hear the voice of his general practitioner, Doctor Ewan Walker. “Dennis, it’s Doctor Walker. I just received some lab results for a Thomas James Hanson with your name as the contact number.”
“Jesus,” Booker murmured. “Sorry, but I’d completely forgotten about it. Um, is there any chance I can get an appointment and bring Tom to see you?”
“Sure Dennis,” Doctor Walker replied. “I can see you this morning at eleven-thirty but the results are all negative although one test is still pending but—“
“There’s more to it than that,” Booker interrupted quietly. “Tom’s in a bad way mentally but I’ll explain everything when I see you.”
Hanging up the phone, Booker opened up the bedroom door. Tom lay naked on the bed, his boxers around his ankles. He was grunting quietly as his fingers lightly tugged at his growing erection. Booker stood transfixed, staring at the erotic sight and a soft moan escaped his lips. Tom’s eyes opened and he gazed at Dennis as a tranquil smile played across his lips. “Den-nis quiere jugar con Tom?” Dennis want to play with Tom?
A lump formed in Dennis’ throat. “Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “Tommy stop, please stop.”
A soft pout formed on Tom’s lips and his hand worked faster over his cock. “No quiero parar,” he sulked. “Tommy le gusta.” I don’t want to stop. Tommy likes.
Turning on his heel, Booker walked out of the room and closed the door. He entered the bathroom and locked the door, before leaning heavily against it. Unbuttoning his jeans, he allowed them to fall to his ankles. Panting heavily, he reached into his boxers and pulled out his semi erect cock. With a groan, he began to tug, slowly bringing his cock to life. “Oh Tommy,” he moaned, his fist working faster as his pleasure grew. “Oh fuck… Aaah! Jesus… Oh Jesus!”
Booker’s orgasm hit hard and with a cry, he ejaculated forcefully over his fingers. A sob caught in his throat and he threw his arm over his face. As his breath hitched in his throat, he heard a soft knock at the door. “Den-nis o-kay?” Tom asked softly.
“Just a minute Tom,” Dennis replied, his voice sounding wobbly to his own ears. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Tucking himself away, he pulled up his jeans. Walking over to the hand basin, he washed his hands and splashed water onto his face. Gazing at his reflection in the mirror, he felt disgusted at himself and he knew that the time had come to send Tom away.
**
Sitting in Ewan Walker’s office, Dennis listened to the doctor speak whilst Tom sat happily flicking through a magazine. Before their appointment, Booker had taken Hanson shopping. Tom had gained immense pleasure from picking out new clothes and toiletries, but for Booker, the occasion was not a happy one because in essence, he was getting Tom organized for life in a psychiatric facility.
Doctor Walker cleared his throat. “From what you have described, Tom is suffering from a condition known as satyriasis, which in layman’s terms is hyper-sexuality in a man. The female equivalent is the more commonly known nymphomania. It can be associated as part of the Rape Trauma Syndrome, where a victim feels the need to take control over their sexual relations after being raped. As for Tom’s other symptoms; speaking only Spanish for example, it is my opinion that he needs extensive psychiatric treatment in a secure facility.”
Booker nodded. “That’s what I thought but I can’t afford to put him in a private facility and Tom’s mother didn’t leave much of an inheritance. How the hell am I supposed to do this?”
“He can be committed to a State run facility,” Walker replied. “But first things first. We need to have Tom assessed by a psychiatrist. If he is deemed mentally ill and unable to care for himself, an Involuntary Commitment Order will be issued, which a magistrate must sign. Once the form is signed, it will be sent to the local police department and they will send an officer to transport Tom to a hospital emergency room for a medical examination. This examination is known as the first mental health exam and the physician’s psychiatric diagnosis will then be sent with Tom to the psychiatric facility. Once Tom is admitted, the psychiatrist has twenty-four hours to conduct a mental status exam on him to determine if he meets the criteria to continue the commitment. This examination is what is referred to as the second exam and the doctor’s findings will be faxed to the magistrate. Approximately ten days after his admission, Tom will be brought before a judge for a hearing. During this hearing, the judge will listen to testimony and review all documentation presented by the psychiatrist and they will make a decision whether to extend Tom’s treatment. A follow up date for a court review will be made to ensure that the Tom is not detained any longer than need be.”
“Jesus,” Booker whispered as he ran his fingers nervously over his lips.
Doctor Walker smiled. “It sounds daunting but it is the best course of action for Tom in the long run. Let me make a few calls and get the ball rolling.”
Leaning back in his chair, Dennis gazed at his friend and the innocence of Tom’s expression tore at his heart. Hanson had no idea what was about to happen to him and it pained Booker that he was the one who had to make the heart wrenching decision to have Tom committed.
**
The psychiatric doctor was able to schedule an appointment for Tom that afternoon. Hanson's insecurities manifested as soon as Booker left the room and he found instant sexual gratification by fondling himself through his denims, all under the watchful eye of Doctor Dawn Webber. Booker waited in the reception area, nervously pacing the floor as the minutes ticked by. An hour later, the door opened and Tom emerged wearing a sulky expression. “Tom no le gusta,” he informed Dennis. “Quiero ir a casa.” Tom doesn’t like. I want to go home.
Booker felt tears welling in his eyes and he quickly blinked them away. “In a minute Tommy, I need to speak to the doctor first.”
“No! No! No!” Tom yelled. “Quiero ir a casa! Quiero ir a casa!”
“Shh, Tom,” Dennis soothed, placing an arm around Tom’s shaking shoulders. “We’ll go home as soon as I’ve spoken to the doctor.”
Doctor Webber stood silently observing Tom’s outburst. When Hanson eventually settled down, she spoke quickly and officiously. “I have issued an Involuntary Commitment Order and it will be sent immediately to the courthouse. Expect a visit from the police department within twenty-four hours.”
The speed at which things were now moving frightened Booker. “Can’t you wait a day or two? I need time to explain to Tom what—“
“Mister Booker,” Webber interrupted. “The sooner Tom is receiving treatment, the better. This is now out of your hands and if I were you, I would enjoy the time you have together as it is my opinion that he will be in treatment for a very long time.” And without another word, she walked into her office and closed the door.
“C’mon,” Dennis said quietly to Tom. “Let’s get you home.”
Tom grinned happily, blissfully unaware that it would be the last few hours he would spend with Booker for a very long time.
**
At Tom’s request, Booker ordered pizza for the second night in a row. As Tom ate, transfixed by the Disney movie on the television, Booker sat quietly, the piece of pizza on his plate turning cold. He ran various scenarios through his mind in an attempt to find the least stressful way of telling Tom that he would soon be going to live somewhere else. But try as he might, he could not find the right words. With a sigh, he stood up and began to clear away the remains of their meal when the intercom buzzed. Sweat broke out on Booker’s forehead and walking over to the door, he pushed the answer button. “Hello?”
“Mr. Dennis Booker?” a male voice sounded through the speaker. “This is Officer Brooks from the Los Angeles Police Department. I’m here with Officer Edwards to enforce an Involuntary Commitment Order.”
“Oh God!” Booker cried. “Not now! I haven’t prepared him. Please, just give me more time!”
“I’m sorry sir, there is no more time, the order has been issued,” Officer Brooks replied.
In a trance, Booker buzzed the officers into the building and opened the apartment door. Walking over to the television, he switched it off, ignoring Tom’s whine of protest. Sitting down, he pulled Tom into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry Tommy, I’m so fucking sorry. But hopefully one day you’ll understand that what I’m doing is for your own good.”
A soft knock signaled the officers’ arrival. Standing up, tears poured down Booker’s cheeks as he pulled Tom to his feet. “Tommy,” he choked. “I want you to go with these nice men and I’ll see you soon, okay?”
As the two officers approached, panic filled Tom’s eyes. Within seconds, they had him in their grasp, one on each side grabbing his arms in a secure hold.
“NO!” Tom screamed hysterically as the police officers forcefully dragged him backwards towards the door. “DEN-NIS! Por favor! Ayúdame! No dejes que me lleven! No dejes que me lleven!” DENNIS! Please! Help me! Don’t let them take me! Don’t let them take me!
A dark stain appeared on the front of Tom’s jeans as lost control of his bladder. Tears streamed down his face and his body thrashed wildly in a desperate attempt to break free. “DEN-NIS! DEN-NIS! No me abandones! No me abandones!” DENNIS! DENNIS! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!
“Oh God!” Booker cried. “I’m sorry Tommy! I’m sorry!” Rushing forward, he attempted the pull Hanson away from the officers but Brooks pushed him roughly away.
“Stand back sir,” the officer commanded. “There’s nothing more you can do.”
As the officers pulled Tom from the apartment, Booker could hear his tortured shrieks as they dragged him down the long hallway. Collapsing onto the floor, Dennis sobbed uncontrollably, the sound of Tom’s screams echoing in his ears.
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