Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Lying on his bed in the group house that was now his home, Tom stared silently at the peeling paintwork on the ceiling of his small bedroom. It had been two weeks since his release from Glenfield and he could feel the black dog of depression once again slowly pulling him into a state of hopelessness. Since leaving the facility, he had made the decision to stop taking his antidepressants and sleeping tablets, no longer wanting to be under the effects of synthetic drugs. He did not consult a doctor, preferring to take control of his own destiny rather than have others continue to manage his life. However, the side effects of coming off the medication cold turkey had been extreme. He now suffered from nausea, dizziness, insomnia and violent nightmares that had him waking throughout the night covered in sweat. As the symptoms persisted, his depression deepened and he once again found solace through sex.
Having read Tom’s case file, the group home director was well aware of Hanson’s history and he immediately took advantage of Tom’s fragile state of mind by visiting him during the night and propositioning him with sex. In a desperate attempt to feel loved, Tom readily accepted but the sex was anything but loving. Throughout his life, Grant Powell had managed to hide a cruel and sadistic personality and he took great delight in treating Tom in a manner similar to how the Salvadoran soldiers had treated him. It took only days to assert his dominance over Tom by making him wear a choker chain around his neck with a leather leash attached. Whilst he violently fucked Tom from behind, he would pull the chain until Hanson passed out and he gained his release. As the abuse continued night after night, Tom’s mental state suffered until he was as much a captive in Los Angeles as he had been in the jungles of El Salvador.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway and Tom’s eyes widened when he heard his bedroom door opening. Without waiting to be told, he stood up and slowly began to undress. Powell stepped forward and placed the chain around Hanson’s bruised neck. Pulling it tight, he traced his finger along Tom’s jaw line in a pseudo-loving gesture. “Are you horny tonight Tommy?” he asked, dropping his hand so he could massage Tom’s cock through the thin cotton of his boxers. When Hanson did not reply, Powell laughed loudly. “Of course you are. You’re always horny.”
Climbing onto the bed, Tom positioned himself on his hands and knees. Kneeling behind him, Powell pulled down Tom’s boxers and quickly lubricated his fingers. Without warning, he roughly inserted his index finger, causing Tom to gasp with pain as the digit pushed past the rings of muscle. As he continuously withdrew and reinserted his finger, Powell worked his fist over his own growing erection, slowly bringing his cock to life. When he was hard, he carefully rolled on a condom and positioned himself against Tom’s opening. With a loud grunt, he pushed himself inside, pausing for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being buried deep inside Tom’s tight ass. Picking up the leash, he wound it tightly around his hand and pulled until the chain was biting into the flesh of Tom’s throat. “Ready loverboy?” he asked cruelly.
Tom nodded, the cold links of the chain cutting deeper into his neck. As Powell thrust into his body, Tom lifted one hand off the bed and began to masturbate. He could feel the chain tightening around his throat and his cock hardened. His mind went back to El Salvador and he started to moan. “Más rápido,” he panted. Faster. “Dios, se siente tan bien!” Oh God, it feels so good!
Excitement welled within Powell and he pumped his cock harder into Tom’s body. “God I love it when you speak Spanish,” he groaned, his fingernails digging painfully into Tom’s hip. “But I love it more when you’re quiet.” Tightening his grasp on the leash, he pulled the choker chain around Hanson’s neck.
Tom’s eyes fluttered and he started to gasp. As asphyxiation slowly deprived his brain of oxygen, Tom’s orgasm hit hard and he ejaculated violently over the bed sheet beneath him. A moment before he lost consciousness, Hanson heard Powell’s cry of pleasure and then his vision blurred and his mind went blank.
**
When his bedroom door closed, Tom rolled onto his back and returned his gaze to the ceiling. He knew if he stayed at the group home and allowed the abuse to continue, he would be no better off than he had been in El Salvador. Silent tears slid down his cheeks as he remembered the only man who had shown him any love and understanding. He missed the kindness Dennis had shown him but he doubted the ex-police officer would forgive him for the way he had spoken to him.
Turning onto his side, he sobbed into his pillow. He hated the confusion that continuously clouded his mind and made him feel as though he was on an emotional roller coaster, one minute climbing to giddy, heart-pounding highs before plummeting to stomach churning lows. He constantly alternated between tranquil acceptance and violent rages. It was an exhausting way to live and Tom wondered if he was slowly losing his mind.
Closing his eyes, he envisioned Dennis’ calm, handsome face smiling at him and he knew that he was only person who could help him to excise his demons.
**
Heavy droplets of rain splattered the windscreen and when the downpour intensified, Booker turned on the car’s wipers so he could see where he was going. As he drove through the busy nighttime traffic, his mind mulled over his latest case. Since Tom’s release three weeks prior, Dennis had thrown himself back into work in an effort to take his mind off losing his friend. Tom’s bitter tirade at the hospital still pained him but he knew that he now needed to move on and try to forget about Tom Hanson. He had never expected Tom to feel indebted to him but he had been surprised at the level of his hostility. On the day of the court hearing, Dennis had considered turning up so he could find out the details of Hanson’s new living arrangements. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was a bad idea. Tom had made it abundantly clear that he did not want Booker in his life and as difficult as it was, Dennis knew he needed to respect Hanson’s wishes and not interfere with his life. In an effort to give Tom some level of support, Dennis had phoned Doug and begged him to make contact with Hanson. But Penhall’s response had been noncommittal and Dennis had his doubts as to whether Doug even cared about Hanson’s welfare anymore. It was heartbreaking for Dennis to imagine Tom completely on his own, with no parents or friends by his side to help him transition back into the world, but there was nothing else he could do. Tom had made it clear that he no longer wanted him in his life and therefore, Booker needed to walk away and leave him alone.
As he drove past his apartment building and turned into the underground resident’s car park, Booker noticed a man sitting huddled in the doorway of the main entrance. There had been several complaints by tenants of vagrants sleeping on the wide concrete steps of the building and Dennis wondered if a homeless man was seeking shelter from the rain. After parking his car, Dennis walked back onto the street and hunching his shoulders against the rain, he approached the man, his intention being to offer him money for a hotel room. As he neared the doorway, the man looked up and Booker’s heart skipped a beat as he gazed down into Tom’s dark, tortured eyes. Emotion rendered him speechless and a large lump formed in his throat.
Standing up slowly, Tom gave Booker a sad smile. “Hey Dennis.”
Swallowing down the lump, Booker managed to return the smile. “Tommy,” he murmured softly. “It’s so good to see you. Is everything okay?”
Hanson shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “I guess,” he replied quietly but his expression belied his words. Wrapping his arms around his wet body, he nodded his head towards the door. “Can we talk?”
Still stunned by Tom’s arrival on his doorstep, Booker took a moment to process the words. Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind, he quickly gathered his thoughts. “Of course. C’mon, let’s get out of the rain.”
Entering the code on the security keypad, Dennis led the way into the building. He cast a furtive glance at Tom and was shocked when he registered Hanson’s disheveled appearance. Tom’s hair was tangled and dirty and his clothes were too big for his slim body. But what upset Booker the most was the dead expression in Tom’s eyes. He appeared switched off from the world, as though he was running on autopilot with no connection to those around him. For Booker, it was not a good sign. Tom had only been out of Glenfield for three weeks and already he looked like he needed help.
Exiting the elevator, the two men walked in silence down the corridor before stopping outside Booker’s apartment. Unlocking the door, Dennis stood back and motioned for Tom to enter. He watched as Hanson’s eyes traveled around the living area and he wondered how much Tom remembered about staying there. Closing the door, Dennis went into the bathroom and emerged a moment later carrying a large towel. “Here,” he said quietly. “You’re soaked through.”
Taking the towel, Tom managed a wan smile. “Thanks,” he muttered as he lightly toweled his dripping hair.
Realizing that a towel was not going to make much difference in making Tom comfortable, Booker let out an audible sigh. “This is ridiculous. C’mon, you can borrow some of my clothes.”
Turning away, he walked into the bedroom and was pleased when Tom followed. Pulling out a t-shirt and sweatpants, he handed them to Tom before exiting the room and closing the door. As he waited for Tom to change, he busied himself making coffee as he tried to calm his frantic thoughts. He knew he needed to be careful not to come on too strong and overwhelm Tom with questions but he was desperate to know why Hanson had been sitting on his doorstep. Judging by his appearance, Tom was not coping well integrating back into society. Dennis felt his temper rise and he wondered why Tom was not receiving follow up care. It was so typical of the revolving door medical system; diagnose them, treat them and send them on their way. It was the same sad story all over the country and it came as no surprise to Booker that the streets were fast becoming filled with people suffering from a mental illness.
Tom emerged wearing the clean, dry clothes. Pouring two cups of coffee, Dennis carried them into the living room. “Have a seat,” he offered, handing a cup of sweet black coffee to Tom. “Are you hungry?”
Shaking his head, Tom placed his cup on the coffee table and sat down. He gave Booker a weary look. “I guess you’re surprised to see me, especially after…” his voice trailed off and he dropped his gaze as his shoulders sagged.
Pain filled Dennis’ heart and he immediately forgot his pledge not to come on too strong. When Tom had changed into the t-shirt, Dennis had noticed the bruising around his neck and he knew something was terribly wrong. Sitting down, he wrapped his arms around Hanson and pulled him close. “Jesus Tommy,” he murmured. “What the hell is going on? Who’s been hurting you?”
A loud sob caught in Tom’s throat. “I never thought I’d feel so alone,” he cried, unrestrained tears streaming down his face.
Booker gently stroked Tom’s hair. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re not alone Tommy, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you but you need to tell me what’s going on.”
Tom calmed immediately under Dennis’ touch. Lifting his face, he gazed deep into Dennis’ dark eyes. “Why do you keep helping me?” he asked quietly. “When we worked together I didn’t even like you and yet you’re the only person who seems to give a fuck about me.”
Deciding to keep the level of his infatuation a secret, Booker gave a half smile. “I dunno. I guess I don’t hate you as much as you hate me.”
Tom’s eyes filled with sadness. “I don’t hate you Booker… I don’t really know you.”
The honesty of Tom’s words cut deep into Dennis’ heart but he kept his emotions in check. It was true, the Tom he knew was the scared, vulnerable shell of Tom Hanson and he wondered if he could love the Tom Hanson who sat before him now. But as he stared into Tom’s brown eyes he knew that this time, he could not walk away. Whatever happened, he would do everything in his power to help Tom find peace and happiness in his life.
- 11
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Over the Hills and Far Away