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And from the look on his face, he was enjoying the show.
"Want to feel my cock against your soft, innocent lips, Ollie?" Toro whispered, his voice low and growly. "Want me to shove it down your throat and make you choke on it? I know you're curious... you can't take your eyes off it."
Despite his fear and humiliation, Ollie's heart raced at the thought of Toro's cock filling his mouth, of being completely at the mercy of such a powerful and commanding figure.
Don't do it,he begged silently.
Don't make me admit that I'd like it.
"Imagine how it's gonna feel, Ollie." Toro's voice was seductive and dangerous all at once as he pumped his thick cock in Ollie's face. "Me taking everything I want from you, making you my plaything while your father watches, powerless to stop it…"
With every stroke of his hand, Toro's cock seemed to grow more imposing, the veins pulsing with blood and vigor. Ollie couldn't tear his eyes away, captivated by the raw power on display.
Toro glanced down at him, a predatory smirk playing across his lips. "Like what you see, huh?" he rumbled, his voice dripping with filthy promise. "You want a closer look?"
Ollie felt the heat rise in his cheeks, both from embarrassment and arousal. He quickly looked away, terrified--of what? Of Toro, or that his secret desires had been exposed?
"Look at me, Ollie," Toro commanded, his voice thick with authority.
Ollie hesitated, torn between his loyalty to his family and his own shameful longing. But ultimately, he couldn't resist. He opened his eyes and met Toro's dark stare.
Toro grinned down at him. "Good boy."
Ollie barely had time to shut his eyes, before the first splash of hot come hit his skin. He let out a gasp of shock, jerking in his bonds, as Toro came on his face.
It dripped down his face, igniting his over-sensitive skin and overwhelming his senses.
Hot. Thick. Musky.
And all caught on camera.
Ollie squeezed his eyes shut, trembling.
He heard Toro bark his final orders to his father, but it was like he was underwater, everything else in the room separated from him.
Then, who knows how much longer, something else touched his face.
Ollie flinched, but strong fingers caught his jaw, holding him steady. "Stop wriggling."
A cloth. It was a cloth. Toro was wiping his come from Ollie's face. Ollie held as still as he could, his chest heaving, and let Toro get rid of the evidence.
"Yeah, there we go." Toro turned Ollie's face this way and that, observing him.
Ollie let his eyes flicker open. With a jolt, he realized exactly how close Toro was to him now, kneeling in front of Ollie, nearly close enough to touch as he observed his handiwork.
Toro looked over Ollie's face with professional pride. Then, he grinned. "Ah, missed a spot. Mama always said I was bad at cleaning up."
And then, holding Ollie still, he darted in and licked his come off of Ollie's cheek. His tongue swept hot over the curve of Ollie's cheekbone, leaving him reeling.
"I think that should be enough to shake your old man's wallet open," Toro said, as if he hadn't just done something as wild as that. He tapped his phone to his forehead in a mock salute. "Good work on the starring role, kid. You've got promise."
"Boss?" a voice called from outside the door, breaking the spell that had momentarily ensnared them both.
With a frustrated growl, Toro straightened up and turned his attention to the newcomer. "Yeah, one sec."
Toro took one last look at Ollie--his gaze heavy with unspoken promises--and then walked away. The door slammed shut, leaving Ollie alone in the dimly lit room.
The thick scent of Toro's come lingered in the air, a palpable reminder of his captor's dominance. Ollie was left alone, tied to the chair, his heart pounding in his chest. His face burned with humiliation as he struggled to comprehend what had just transpired.
