"@ @ @ @Chapter 9The room was momentarily quiet except for the drumming of a strongtattoo of rain on the roof of the abandoned warehouse. Jess Falk sa...unconscious, lost in a wonderful dream. He was wrestling with his 10-year-old son in their front yard. Then the pain started again. Beingtied securely to the metal chair, there was nothing Jess could do butscream uselessly into his gag. Ivan Vasilie delighted in the man'ssuffering as he extinguished his lighted cigarette into the captivesleft. .." Carl said, stomach churning. Slipping a handinto his unbuttoned jacket, he put it comfortingly against hisstomach......and then gasped and yanked open his jacket, staring down to let hiseyes verify what his hand had told him.As unbelievable as it was, the crisp white shirt was slightly bulgedover a mildly distended stomach......except that it wasn't a white shirt, but a slightly off-white shirt,marked with barely-visible patterns of some sort......and it wasn't crisp, but fairly. "There is a tiny drop of moisture now... making the tip shiny..." Touch it," Aaifia whispered."OK, smearing liquid drop over my cock head... it's pulsing under my fingertip.... feels good..." In fact, better than good, my cock ached and I could hear my breath growing ragged with excitement."I have to start now... wrapping thumb and finger around the shaft... slowly at first... stroking up and down... reaching underneath with other hand... playing with my balls, caressing them with my. Now that I was earning a little money some of my chores would fall on my sisters. Jack had always given us change for ice cream or candy as a reward and I was expected to do the same. My sisters' eyes fairly sparkled when I gave each a quarter. They ran to show Mom their money and discussed what they would buy with it in excited voices. I was going to enjoy the older brother role.That evening I fell asleep reading a comic book on the sofa and Mom woke me up and sent me to bed. I lay down and.