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Ive made some changes in the timeline of Jasons manipulation of Luke. Even what I now have is probably more than would be necessary for Jason to gain control of Luke.
Stockholm Syndrome The Stockholm Syndrome is an emotional attachment, a bond of interdependence between captive and captor that develops 'when someone threatens your life, deliberates, and doesn't kill you.' (Symonds, 1980) The relief resulting from the removal of the threat of death generates intense feelings of gratitude and which combine to make the captive reluctant to display negative feelings toward the captor or . In fact, former hostages have visited their captors in jail, recommended counsel, and even started a fund. It is this dynamic which causes former hostages and abuse survivors to minimize the damage done to them and refuse to cooperate in prosecuting their tormentors. "The victims' need to survive is stronger than his impulse to hate the person who has created his dilemma." (Strentz, 1980) The victim comes to see the captor as a 'good guy', even a savior. This condition...occurs in response to the four specific conditions listed below: o A person threatens to kill another and is perceived as having the capability to do so. o The other cannot escape, so her or his life depends on the threatening person. o The threatened person is isolated from outsiders so that the only other perspective available to her or him is that of the threatening person. o The threatening person is perceived as showing some degree of kindness to the one being threatened. Victims have to concentrate on survival, requiring avoidance of direct, honest reaction to destructive treatment. Become highly attuned to pleasure and displeasure reactions of victimizers. As a result, victims know much about captors, less about themselves. Victims are encouraged to develop psychological characteristics pleasing to captors: dependency, lack of initiative, inability to act, decide, think, etc. Both actively develop strategies for staying alive, including denial, attentiveness to victimizer's wants, fondness for victimizer accompanied by fear, fear of interference by authorities, and adoption of victimizer's perspective. Hostages are overwhelmingly grateful to terrorists for giving them life. They focus on captor's kindnesses, not his acts of brutality. The Room--Lukes Perspective He woke up in a dark room, dark except for a small night light by a toilet in a corner. He was on a bed-at least it seemed to be a bed, but there were no covers. He was naked. He was alone-frightened. He had never been in this room. Thinking he was having a horrible nightmare, he pinched himself-wasnt that what you were supposed to do? It hurt-he didnt wake up...he was still in the room. He yelled for anyone-for his mother. No one came. He couldnt understand how he happened to be in this room. The last thing he remembered was being down at the creek catching crawdads and tadpoles. Vaguely he thought he remembered something stinging him, striking him in the chest, but he wasnt sure. How did he get here? Where was he? He wanted to be home, in his own bed, not here. He wanted his mother. Suddenly he was no longer the tough twelve year-old, too old to be kissed by his mother. He was a little boy. He wanted to be held-comforted by her. When no one answered his calls, he lay crying on the bed, overwhelmed by loneliness. It became tangible, palpable-loneliness did. It seeped up from the floor, into his pores, circulated throughout his blood, gripping his heart in its cold fist. It drove all reason from his brain, leaving only fear, imagination. Creatures came at him out of the dark, seen in the corner of his eye, only to disappear when he turned his head to look. He was still sobbing several hours later when the lights in the room, dim at first, gradually became brighter. The light made him aware of his nakedness. His hand went to cover his genitals. He began sobbing so hard that he was first unable to speak. Then he began screaming, I want to go home! I want my Mom! Please let me go! There was no answer. Looking around the room, he saw a large TV screen behind a glass panel in one wall. In another there was a door and a panel or small door down by the floor. He was on a bed in the center of the room. In one corner there was a toilet, sink, and shower. When no one said anything, he went to the door, tried to open it, but it was locked. About half and hour after the lights came on, the small panel near the floor opened, a drawer slid through containing a paper plate with food on it. Hearing a bell, he looked at the TV screen. On it was written, You must do exactly what I tell you. If you displease me, Ill leave you alone to die in this room. Eat your food. When youre through, place your plate back in the wall receptacle. You wont get anymore food until you do. The boy began screaming, I want to go home! I want my Mom! Please let me go! He screamed it over and over. There was no answer. No more letters appeared on the TV screen. When he eventually stopped yelling, he realized how hungry he was. It had probably been 24 hours since he last ate. He walked over to the small compartment where the food was and picked it up. He tried to peer through the compartment, but a door was closed from the other side blocking his view. He carried the plate over to the bed, sat down with the plate on his lap. There was no utensils-he had to eat with his fingers. When he had to go to the bathroom, he again became aware of his nakedness, of the exposure of the toilet and tried to hide himself as best he could. Since he could find no toilet paper, he took a shower. Built into the wall was a blower which he used to dry off. When he tried to activate the shower or blower a second time, he couldnt. There was a sink on which there was a spout which served as a drinking fountain. There were button controls on both of these. Neither could be left running. Several hours later, the drawer was retracted, then reappeared with another plate of food. Hungry again, he immediately went to it. Hearing the bell again, he looked at the TV screen. Typed on it was, Place the empty plates in the receptacle. He didnt yell this time. He didnt want to be left alone. Letters on the screen meant someone was there. When finished eating, he put the paper plates back in the drawer. When he stood up, the drawer retracted into the wall. He called out several times, Hello...hello. Is anyone there? There was no answer. His only contact for the next few days was the messages on the TV screen, which were instructions-instructions telling him that the shower and dryer could only be turned on every four hours, instructions telling him that built into the floor was a device called a bidet which he could use to clean himself after taking a crap. He was starved for human contact. By this time, he didnt care who was on the other side of the door. He wanted to see him-he felt a physical hunger for contact with someone. He was twelve years-old, but he was pubescent. He had been masturbating for several months now. Whenever he awoke, he always had an erection. Once, when he awoke, his hand unconsciously went to his hard cock. He began stroking it, hiding himself the best he could from the wall with the door, and the TV screen. The sensation of stroking his cock made him forget his loneliness, his pain for a moment. When he began to ejaculate, the cum shooting from his cock, the hated room seemed to disappear. As cum was still shooting from his cock, the TV came on, playing a cartoon. Startled, he rolled over onto his stomach, hiding his still pumping cock. He heard the panel open. After his erection had subsided, he walked over to it. There was ice cream inside! He sat there on the bed watching the cartoon and eating ice cream. He laughed at times, cried at others. If possible, he would have spent all night watching that cartoon, over and over, but it ended all too soon. A message appeared, There will be a towel in your drawer. Use it to clean up the bed, then put it back in the drawer. The next time, lie on your back. Let it shoot onto your stomach. Then you can take a shower. Each time you jerk off you will be rewarded-as long as you havent made me angry He knew that hed been seen masturbating, but the reward-the cartoon, the ice cream had been so huge. As he lay there in the silence of the room, he thought of the cartoon, of the first sound, the first sight of anything other than the room, or messages on the TV screen, since hed been in the room. As he did, his cock became hard. He began stroking it again, not trying so hard to hide what he was doing. As he ejaculated, the TV was again turned on. The next time, he didnt try to hide himself at all, but turned toward the TV screen as he masturbated. He smiled as the cum shot from his cock-grinned as the TV was turned on. The next day someone spoke to him! He screamed, I want to go home! I want my mom! The lights went off. He was alone in the dark. There was silence. He heard nothing for the rest of that day. Even when he masturbated there was nothing. The TV wasnt turned on. The next day the lights were turned back on. The panel opened-a plate of food was inside. When he finished eating, he promptly put the plate back in the drawer. Several times he said, Hello...hello, anyone there? There was no answer. His cock was hard so he began stroking it, lying on his back. As his cum started spurting onto his stomach, the TV came on. After the program was over, the voice spoke again. Hi, it said. The boy didnt yell this time, but asked, Why am I here? Why cant I go home? Dont ask questions! When you ask questions, it displeases me. Whenever you displease me, you are punished. Its your fault when that happens. Ill try again tomorrow. The lights went off. The next day the boy waited, eagerly anticipating the voice. When it spoke again, he was careful not to ask any questions. Hi, the voice said. Whats your name? Luke, the boy replied. Hi, Luke. My name is Jason. Luke had to bite his tongue to keep from asking questions, but he didnt want the voice to leave. Even with the TV he was still starved for human contact. They talked for a while, about sports, video games and movies. When Jason turned off the microphone, loneliness hit Luke again. As he lay on the bed he began stroking his cock. When he ejaculated, the TV came on again. There was also some cake in the drawer. For two more days Jason and Luke talked over the intercom. When, on the second day, Luke again attempted to ask questions, Jason cut off the conversation. Nothing, even masturbating, got any response. By the third day, Luke had learned his lesson. He didnt even think about asking questions. On the fourth day, Jason said, Would you like for me to come in, Luke? We can play some Playstation II games on the TV. Luke very much wanted him to come in. Go sit on your bed, and Ill come in, Jason said. While Luke sat on the bed, Jason plugged a game into the Playstation II console, and carried two controllers into the room. Luke saw the door open. In walked a man, about 45, dressed in shorts. He was a little pudgy. Luke, hesitating at first, ran to him-threw his arms around him. Luke had an erection. They spent a couple of hours playing games. There were inputs for the controllers below the TV screen. Jason often touched Luke, putting his arm around his shoulder, hugging him. Lukes cock was hard the whole time. When he glanced at Jasons shorts, he could see that his was, too. When Jason left, the loneliness hit Luke again. He grasped his hard cock and began stroking it. As he ejaculated, the TV came on. The next day when Jason came into the room, he was naked. Luke still came over to him. Jason picked him up-carried him to the bed. They both had erections. Luke wanting to please Jason, not wanting him to leave, grabbed Jasons cock. As Jason grabbed his, Luke ejaculated. Jason kissed him, running his tongue in Lukes mouth. It was the first time that Luke had kissed a man. Oh, he kissed his dad when he was younger, but that was just a peck on the lips. The kiss didnt matter, it was the human contact that was so important. His body soaked up the touch of Jason like a sponge. He couldnt get enough of being touched. He pumped Jasons cock until he felt him cum. Over the next two years, their sexual relationship intensified. They each used any available orifice on each others bodies. Any time that Luke would rebel, or question him, Jason would leave him in the room by himself. Even masturbating wouldnt get a response. It didnt happen often-there was nothing that Luke feared more than being left alone in the room. By the time Luke was fourteen, testosterone was causing changes in Lukes body that Jason didnt like. He had to shave his upper lip because Jason didnt like the dark hair growing there His features were becoming more masculine. Jason told him, Luke, I dont like what is happening to your body. Youre beginning to look like a man. I want a boy, not a man. Luke was frightened by this talk. Jason had been his sole contact, his only link with the human race for over two years. Dont leave me, Jason, he cried. I love you. There is one thing we could do, Luke. What, Jason? Ill do anything. We could cut off your balls. The idea of having his balls cut off frightened Luke, but the alternative was horrifying. Jason told him that, if he didnt have his balls cut off, he would be left in the room by himself. Jason prepared him for the operation. He gave him a general anesthetic. While he was asleep, he made an incision on the left side of his scrotum.. When he squeezed the sack the left nut popped through the cut. Jason took it in his gloved hand-pulled it stretching he cords. He clamped the cords, then sutured above the clamps. He snipped the cords-freeing the ball. He repeated the procedure on the other side. When Luke awoke, he felt some pain in his groin, but Advil helped. At first his scrotum didnt look that much different. He wondered if Jason had really cut off his nuts, but after the swelling went down, his sack hung loose, empty below his cock. When he awoke now, he no longer had an erection. He could still get one if Jason paid particular attention to his cock. He could even cum at times, but only a clear fluid would ooze from his cock. Most of the time, Jason either fucked him, or he sucked Jason. In some ways he felt calmer, more content. All that really mattered was that Jason was there, that he wasnt left alone in the room.
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