As time goes on, Jeff's consciousness continues to diminish, leaving behind only the instinctual responses of a penis. He can no longer remember his name, his family, or any semblance of his former life. All that remains is the relentless need to respond to Jason's touch, to bring him pleasure.
Jeff's world has shrunk to the confines of Jason's boxers, his existence reduced to the rhythmic motion of stroking and pumping. He has become a vessel for Jason's desires, a tool solely focused on providing pleasure. The outside world fades away, and the only sensations that matter are the ones that emanate from Jason's touch.
Jason, unaware of the true nature of Jeff's plight, carries on with his daily routine, his own desires and needs taking precedence over the hidden torment of his trapped companion. Jeff's cries for help go unanswered, his pleas swallowed by the fabric of Jason's boxers.
The days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months. Jeff's sense of self has all but vanished, replaced by a singular purpose: to be there whenever Jason desires sexual release. He has become a mere appendage, devoid of thought or autonomy.
And so, Jeff's existence as a trapped, mindless penis continues, forever serving as Jason's vessel of pleasure.