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Having fallen into a light sleep, Booker awoke to see two dark eyes staring at him. He gave Hanson a warm smile and stroked his hair. “Are you okay Tommy?” he asked gently.
Without answering, Tom crawled out from under the bed. Booker quickly followed, not wanting to let him out of his sight after his previous scare. Picking up Tom’s discarded clothes, he handed them to Hanson. “You need to get dressed.”
Hanson pouted heavily but did not resist when Dennis helped him into his clothes. He struggled slightly against wearing the belt but he eventually gave in. Once dressed, he walked over to the window and stared down at the busy street below, his expression transfixed. Smiling at the wonder in Tom’s eyes, Booker checked the clock and realized it was late afternoon. Watching Tom, he did not think he was emotionally stable enough to eat out in public so Dennis decided to get the food delivered.
Walking over to window, he tapped Tom on the arm. When Hanson ignored him, he did it again, this time calling his name. When he still did not get a response, he placed both hands on Tom’s shoulders and physically turned him around. “Hey,” he said forcefully. “I’m talking to you.”
Hanson’s eyes flickered with fear at the tone of Booker’s voice and he immediately grabbed at his crotch, seeking comfort from the stimulation. Sighing in frustration, Dennis pulled Tom’s hand away. “No,” he admonished in a firm voice.
Tom’s lower lip protruded and he dropped his eyes to the floor. The sight tore at Booker’s heart but he remained resolute. Taking Tom by the hand, he led him over to the bed and motioned for him to sit down. He then knelt on the floor in front of him and placing his hands on Tom’s thighs, he gazed deep into the troubled brown eyes. “I need you to start communicating with me Tommy so I know what you need. We’ll start slow. Nod if you understand me.”
Giving no sign that he understood, Tom continued to stare back at Booker. Dennis thought for a moment before lifting Tom’s hand and placing it against his chest. “Dennis,” he said quietly, gazing deep into Tom’s eyes. “Den-nis.”
Tom’s lips silently sounded out the name. “That’s right,” Booker encouraged. “Den-nis.”
“Den-nis,” Hanson murmured, a timid smile playing across his lips.
Tears glistened in Booker’s eyes and he pulled Tom into a hug. “Perfect,” he praised happily before pulling away and placing Tom’s hand against his own chest. “Tommy,” he said slowly.
“Tom-mee,” Hanson replied without hesitation, his eyes searching Dennis’ face, desperately seeking approval.
“Brilliant!” Booker laughed, gently ruffling Tom’s hair. Taking Hanson by the hand, he led him into the bathroom. He pointed to the toilet and after saying the word twice, Tom repeated it. Next, he pointed to the shower and smiling broadly, Tom echoed the word.
Miming eating something and rubbing his stomach, Booker said slowly, “Hungry?”
Nodding, Tom rubbed his own stomach. “Hung-gry,” he repeated. “Quiero la comida.” I want food.
“Quiero la comida?” Booker asked in confusion, not understanding what Hanson was saying. “I’m sorry Tommy but my Spanish sucks. Let’s try and use English okay?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Tom wandered back into the bedroom and resumed his observations at the window. Booker called his name and Tom turned around. Smiling, Dennis motioned to the door. “I’m going to get some food,” he said, pretending to spoon something into his mouth. “You stay here.”
“O-kay,” Tom muttered, returning his attention to the people on the street.
Smiling with pride at the baby steps Hanson had taken, Dennis left the room, making sure to lock the door behind him. When he arrived downstairs, he sought out the hotel manager and asked about getting food delivered to their room. Carlos immediately phoned through an order to a restaurant down the road and told Booker he would bring it to their room when it arrived. Handing over enough colónes to cover the food plus a tip, Dennis was walking back up the stairs when a thought occurred to him. “Hey Carlos,” he called to the hotel manager. “What does quiero la comida mean?”
“Want food,” the manager replied in broken English.
The words played through Booker’s mind. “So does quiero mean want?”
“Sí señor,” Carlos replied.
Thinking back over the last twenty-four hours, Booker began to comprehend what Tom had been trying to tell him. “Does tócame mean touch?” he asked. When Carlos nodded Dennis thanked him and walked slowly back up the stairs. Unlocking the door, he found Tom exactly where he had left him, standing at the window gazing at the street below. The only difference was that Tom’s jeans were now around his ankles and his hand was down the front of his boxers. Armed with the tools he needed, Booker strode purposely over to the window and yanked Hanson’s hand away. “NO TÓCAME!” he commanded in a loud voice. “NO TOUCHING!”
Giving Booker a filthy look, Tom pulled his arm from Dennis’ grasp. “Quiero!” he snapped back, as his fingers played over his semi erect cock that was bulging through his boxers.
“NO!” Dennis yelled, slapping Tom’s hand away. “You can’t keep doing this Tom. It’s something you only do in private.”
A slow impish smile spread across Tom’s face and stepping forward, he gazed deep into Booker’s eyes. “Den-nis lo

quiere?” Dennis wants it? he asked in a soft voice, reaching out and lightly squeezing Booker’s cock. “Den-nis le gusta?” Dennis likes?
For a fraction of a second, Booker allowed himself to feel Tom’s long fingers intimately touching him in the way he had desired for so long. However, he knew if he allowed Tom to continue he would be taking advantage of a fragile damaged man who under normal circumstances, would be horrified at the act he was committing. Taking hold of Tom’s wrist, Booker gently moved his hand away. “No Tommy,” he replied quietly. “Dennis no quiere.”
Tilting his head on one side, Tom gave Booker a quizzical look as though he could not believe that Dennis did not want to be touched. Reaching down, Hanson pulled up his jeans and clumsily buckled the belt around his narrow waist. Booker smiled broadly to show that he was pleased with Tom and he received a wide smile in return.
A knock at the door signaled that their food had arrived. Booker tipped Carlos and after thanking the hotel manager, he closed the door and carried the food into the middle of the room. As there was no table in the room, Booker sat on the floor and motioned for Tom to do the same. Unpacking the Salvadoran cuisine, he looked at Tom. “Food,” he said, pointing to the wrapped packages.
“Food,” Tom replied, rubbing his stomach. “Quiero.”
Booker laughed. “I would like some food,” he enunciated slowly.
Chewing on his lower lip for a moment, Tom parroted back Dennis words. “Very good,” Booker praised, passing Tom his panes rellenos. Once again, Hanson made no effort to eat until Booker assured him that the food was his. Watching Tom hungrily devour his sandwich, Dennis tried to imagine what life had been like for the young police officer during his time in captivity. It was obvious that he had performed sexual acts in return for food and probably as a way of survival. The soldiers had kept Tom for over two years, which proved to Dennis that they felt having Tom around was a worthwhile risk. It made Booker nauseous to think of the men raping Tom day after day until it became nothing more than routine to the young American. Considering everything Tom had endured, it was somewhat of a miracle that he was functioning as well as he was. Booker was sure that in time, Tom’s language skills would return and once he was back in the States he would begin to adapt to a more normal way of life.
Finishing his sandwich, Tom rubbed at his eyes. “Tommy tiene sueño,” he murmured. Tommy sleepy.
“Are you tired?” Booker asked.
“Den-nis tiene sueño?” Hanson inquired, taking hold of Booker’s hand and leading him over to the bed.
“Not really,” Booker laughed. “But you lie down and have a sleep and I’ll read through some case notes I brought with me.”
Jutting out his lower lip, Tom tugged impatiently at Dennis’ arm. “Quiero Den-nis. Den-nis tócame,” he whined as he stroked at his own hair.
Understanding that Hanson wanted him to stroke his hair whilst he fell asleep, Booker smiled softly. “Okay, but let me get my notes.”
When Tom started to strip off his clothes, Booker prevented him from removing his boxers. “No,” he said quietly. “You have to leave those on.”
Initially looking like he was about to protest, Tom paused for a moment before shrugging his shoulders reluctantly. He stood staring at Booker, waiting for him to undress also. Flushing slightly, Dennis kicked off his boots and removed his socks, t-shirt and jeans. Smiling, Tom led him over to the bed. Lying on his side on top of the covers, Tom patted the bed next to him. Nervous about Hanson’s intentions, Booker lay on his back, leaving a large space between himself and Tom. Groaning impatiently, Tom shuffled over until he lay snuggled up close to Dennis. Laying his head on Booker’s chest, he lifted Dennis’ hand and placed it on top of his head. Overcome with emotion, Booker blinked back tears as his fingers lightly played with Tom’s hair. He heard Hanson sigh contentedly and within minutes, he could hear soft breathing as Tom fell soundly asleep.
Ignoring his paperwork, Booker gazed down at Tom’s tranquil face. He still marveled at how unbelievably beautiful Tom was and now that he was so fragile, Booker wanted to love and protect him more than ever. He knew that to give Tom the best chance of recovery, he needed to get him safely back to America so he could begin the long, slow journey of healing his damaged mind.
As Hanson moaned in his sleep, Booker held him protectively, vowing silently to himself that he would not allow anymore harm to come to Thomas James Hanson.
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Booker slept fitfully, as Tom’s restlessness woke him constantly throughout the night. Now that he was no longer sedated, Hanson twitched and groaned in his sleep, occasionally crying out quietly, as though too afraid to vocalize the terror of his nightmares. Dennis stroked his hair and murmured soothing words until he again settled down.
As the early morning sun rose over the mountains, Booker finally fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were vivid and colorful and he let out a soft groan. He and Tom were lying in bed in his apartment, their bodies entwined in a tangle of sweaty sheets. Tom’s fingers played with Booker’s growing erection, expertly bringing his cock to life. As Hanson’s fingers caressed and tugged at his throbbing cock, Dennis’ hips rose off the bed and his hands grasped wildly at the sheets. “Harder,” he muttered, “Oh God Tommy, harder!”
“Quieres lefa Den-nis?” Tom asked softly, his hand working over Booker’s cock. Dennis want to come?
Confused by the Spanish words that echoed within his dream, Booker felt his mind slowly retreating from his fantasy. As consciousness returned him to reality, he felt Tom’s long fingers lightly tugging at his early morning erection. “Oh God!” he cried out, the exquisite pleasure almost too much to bear. “Oh Jesus!”
Tom’s soft brown eyes gazed joyfully into Dennis’ bewildered face. “Den-nis le gusta?” he asked, his hand working faster. “Quieres lefa Den-nis?”
Feeling his orgasm rising, Booker was powerless to prevent Tom from bringing him to release. “Oh fuck! Oh Tommy! Oh Jesus! No! No! Oh God, YESSS!” Semen shot over his stomach and covered Tom’s fingers. Overcome by shame, Dennis threw an arm over his face and started to sob. “Oh Tommy! I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry!”
Hanson’s hand stilled. “Den-nis no gusta?” he asked in a sad voice. Dennis no like?
Dropping his arm, Booker wiped the tears from his eyes before gently cupping Tom’s face in his hand. “If you’re asking if I liked it, of course I liked it but you can’t do this Tommy, it’s just fucking wrong. Do you understand? It’s wrong! You would never have done something like this before and I can’t take advantage just because I fantasize about doing these things with you.”
Staring back, Tom replied simply, “Dennis no quiere?”
Booker sighed with relief, thankful that Hanson understood. “Yes Tommy, Dennis no quiere.”
Tom shook his head in puzzlement, as if he could not understand why Dennis was rejecting his offer to pleasure him. “O-kay,” he agreed somewhat reluctantly.
Grateful that Tom had not argued with him, he swung his legs over the bed and stood up. “I’m going to take a shower. You stay here.”
Nodding, Tom closed his eyes and slid his hand into his boxers. Dennis stood for a moment, silently watching Hanson masturbate before turning away and walking into the bathroom.
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