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"Are you ready to put on a show, baby?" Toro whispered into his ear, his breath hot against Ollie's skin.
Ollie swallowed hard, arousal mingling with the fear that gripped him. He'd never had an audience before--not one that he could see. The camera was a distant reality; it didn't feel like anyone was really watching him.
The thought of being watched as he succumbed to his desires was both terrifying… and exciting.
"Good," Toro growled, his eyes darkening with desire. "Now strip."
Taking a deep breath, Ollie began to undress slowly, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. As he revealed more and more of his pale, toned body, he noticed the men in balaclavas shifting, their growing erections becoming visible beneath their pants.
"Look at our little bit of Petrov meat, boys," Toro taunted, smirking at the other men as they ogled Ollie. "Isn't he just begging to be fucked?"
"Fuck yeah, boss," one of the men mumbled from behind his mask, his eyes glued to Ollie's naked form.
Ollie's face flushed with shame, but he couldn't deny the heat pooling in his groin at their comments. Part of him wanted to shrink away, to hide from their hungry stares, but another part of him craved their approval, their attention, their touch.
But it wasn't just their touch that he craved. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he cast his gaze past the watching lens of the camera, and over to Toro.
Toro had been distant.
But there was something in his eyes that let Ollie know that he still wanted him.
With a shove, Toro pushed Ollie down onto the mattress on the floor, his now naked body sprawled out for all to see. Ollie's heart raced as the men in balaclavas surrounded him, their cocks hard and dripping with pre-come as they continued stroking themselves.
"Such a pretty little thing," one of them murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along Ollie's chest. "Can't wait to taste that sweet mouth."
"Me neither," another chimed in, gripping his erection tighter. "I bet he'll look so good with our cocks stuffed in his throat."
"Are you ready for us, pretty boy?" asked a third, his voice rough and commanding. "Ready to be our little come slut?"
Ollie hesitated, torn between fear and arousal, but ultimately nodded his head. The thought of being used by these men, of having their cocks deep inside him, was too much to resist.
"Good," Toro said approvingly, still filming from a short distance away. "Now remember, Ollie... every thrust, every moan... it's all because of your father's refusal to give in. Don't forget that."
As the masked men closed in, Ollie felt a strange mix of terror and excitement. Never before had he been the center of attention like this, never before had he felt so wanted, so desired. It was intoxicating, addicting... and completely overwhelming.
"Alright, Ollie," Toro commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I want you to suck them off, one by one. Show your father how much you crave these cocks."
A shiver ran down Ollie's spine at Toro's words, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was about to happen. As the first man stepped forward, Ollie looked up into his eyes, the balaclava only enhancing the intensity of his gaze.
"Get on your knees, boy," the man growled, his cock straining against his grip. "And open wide."
Obediently, Ollie dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the erect cock before him. The head glistened with pre-come, and it took everything in him not to reach out and taste it immediately.
"Such a good little slut," the man teased, guiding his cock towards Ollie's waiting mouth. "You must be so hungry for our come, aren't you?"
Ollie bit his lip.Don't make me say it…
"Say it," Toro commanded.
"Y-yes," Ollie stammered, unable to hide the desperation in his voice. "Please..."
"Then take it," the man demanded, gripping Ollie's hair tightly as he pushed his cock past his lips.
Ollie moaned around the thick shaft filling his mouth. It felt degrading, yet empowering: to have these men so desperate for him, to be able to please them with just his mouth.
"God, that feels so fucking good," the man groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Ollie's throat. "You're such a talented cocksucker, aren't you? A natural-born whore."
The man panted, the taste of pre-come filling Ollie's mouth and trickling over his lower lip. But just before he came--
