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"Stay quiet, pretty boy," Toro commanded, his deep voice reverberating through the room. He had something in his hands.
His phone, the red of the camera's light shining. Ollie's heart beat rabbit-quick. Toro had mentioned making a ransom video, hadn't he…?
As Toro approached Ollie, his presence filled the room like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. He grabbed Ollie's hair again, his grip holding Ollie steady, and filmed his face with his phone. "Hey, Petrov," he said, deep satisfaction in his voice as he spoke to the camera. "Looks like I found something of yours. You misplace this?"
Ollie looked up at the cruel eye of the camera. What was he supposed to say?! "Father--" he croaked.
Toro cut him off, continuing to speak for the camera. "And you know what? I heard through the grapevine that you're a tightass. A regular little bitch, you know? Someone who might not want to pony up to save his own flesh and blood…" He shook his head, tut-tutting. "That's sad, man."
Toro stepped closer, holding the phone a little higher. With a sizzling flash of shame, Ollie could picture how he would look in the footage: weak and helpless, looking up at the camera as if it could help him.
"Your daddy needs a little... motivation to give us what we want," Toro said with a sinister smirk. "And you're going to help me make sure he gets the message."
Ollie tried to suppress his trembling as the tall, muscular man towered over him, but it was futile. He could feel the heat radiating off of Toro's body as the other man stepped closer, making the air around them even more stifling.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Ollie stammered, dreading the answer but unable to resist asking. His eyes were wide, flickering between Toro's face and the phone in his hand.
Toro leaned in close, his firm body so close to Ollie. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as he bent down to whisper into Ollie's ear. "Something that'll shock your daddy into action, puppy. Something he won't be able to ignore."
A shiver ran down Ollie's spine as the mix of fear and arousal continued to twist inside of him. His mind raced, frantically trying to comprehend what was about to happen.
"Pay up, Petrov," Toro demanded, his voice now low and dangerous. "I want a million for your boy's safe return. Cough it up in forty-eight hours, the earlier the better. The more you drag your feet, the more terrible things are going to happen to this lost little puppy dog."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "And just to give you a little taste of what we mean by 'terrible things'..."
Toro suddenly unbuckled his belt, tossing it open with the buckle clattering. Ollie's pulse raced as the older man unzipped his pants and reached inside.
Toro pulled out his cock, fully erect and jutting proudly from his body.
Ollie's stomach lurched, cold sweat beading on his skin.
It was everything he ever wanted--but wrong.
"Take a good look, Petrov," Toro growled, gripping his thick length and beginning to stroke himself slowly, right in Ollie's shocked face. "This is what awaits your boy if you don't pay up. Imagine what I'm going to do to him--and, for the record, I'm averycreative guy."
Ollie couldn't tear his gaze away from Toro's cock as it was pumped in front of him, each stroke making it slicker, more tantalizing. Every filthy word that fell from Toro's lips only served to heighten the perverse tension in the room.
"Your sweet kid here, so innocent," Toro continued, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "He won't be that way for long. Act fast, Al. The things I'll do to him... Well, you can imagine."
As Toro continued to jerk himself off in front of the camera, Ollie's face flushed with a mix of humiliation and desire. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the strange allure of the dangerous man and his dark power.
"Bet you've never seen a cock like this before, have you, Ollie?" Toro taunted, his voice low and menacing. "Not like what they pack over in Petrov territory."
Ollie tried to turn away, but the rope that bound him to the chair dug into his skin, preventing any escape from the humiliating scene unfolding before him. He couldn't help but watch as Toro continued to stroke himself, his movements strong and assured.
And it was all caught on camera.
"Look at you, all tied up and helpless," Toro sneered, his free hand coming up to grip Ollie's chin, forcing the younger man to look up for the camera. "You must feel so helpless, knowing that I can do whatever I want to you... and there's nothing you can do about it."
Toro's cruel words cut through the air like a razor, slicing into Ollie's psyche. Fear and terror gripped him tightly, making his heart race and his breath come in shallow gasps. Every fiber of his being screamed for escape, to be released from the confines of the chair that held him captive. But amidst the panic, a strange and unexpected response coursed through Ollie's veins.
His body, betraying him in the most bewildering manner, reacted to Toro's rough treatment in ways he never thought possible. Heat flushed his cheeks, spreading like wildfire across his skin. His pulse quickened, thumping in his ears as if in sync with the pounding of his captor's words. It was as if his primal instincts collided with the terror, creating a tangled web of contradictory emotions.
The brute force Toro exerted, the raw masculinity emanating from him, ignited a hidden spark within Ollie. It was a forbidden attraction, one he struggled to comprehend. Each taunt, each harsh gesture, stirred a strange mixture of fear and arousal within him, an intoxicating blend that both repelled and fascinated him.
Ollie's muscles tensed and his body quivered, caught in a paradoxical dance between wanting to flee and wanting to surrender. He fought against the tantalizing sensations that surged through him, trying to suppress the unwanted desires that threatened to consume him.
Toro had a front-row ticket to Ollie's struggles.
