He and Curtis had exchanged photos before, so Steve knew that the dark-haired man standing alone on the platform was Curtis. Steve slowly got to his f...et, grabbed his overnight bag, and wearily climbed down the steps to the platform.Steve never made it to the platform. Before he could step down, he found himself in a bear hug. Steve was lifted, bag and all, from the train's steps and spun around merrily by Curtis. Curtis finally set Steve down and stared into his eyes. Curtis noticed what the. Don’t move. Just enjoy this. Let me tease you. Let me feel you. Let me make that small cock rise again! I want to watch it get hard!” She said and continued rubbing his shoulders, deliberately standing behind him.Her hands felt good upon his cool skin. He smiled inside as she, whoever she was, he thought to himself, rubbed circles and massaged his shoulders. Indeed, he felt the stirring in his cock and knew that it would soon rise. He was glad she wanted to see his erection again. She watched. This was the sort of stimulation that his penis was get accustomed to. Torment in constant supply. Actual torture, of course, had to administered in careful measures, at least the more extreme kind. He would have to keep thinking that there was a way to avoid it. To keep him from becoming apathetic. Keeping alive that futile hope that one day he might even be freed. With time, torture sessions tend to become more frequent, as the novelty of the boy started to wear out. Towards the end of a. Three days!!! Like, forever, right? But I was ready. Gee whiz, I’ve been having my period since March, and now it was time and Mommy was ready to teach me the really big stuff! Oh my god! Dear Diary, listen to me now. When Daddy and I sat on the couch watching TV, sometimes I could “feel” his warmth so close to me. Sometimes with Mommy sitting on the other side – me squashed in the middle – it seemed like I was feeling heat or something from both of them just washing over me. Honestly! .