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Olly Tayler, eyes shrouded in black, awaits his fate. The first drip of wax, a shock of heat, awakens his senses. He gasps, his body arching slightly, only to be met with a firm, guiding hand. More wax follows, each drip a new sensation, a new challenge to his composure. His cock strains, aching for touch, but his tormentor is relentless, teasing, denying. Finally, a thick, hard cock presses against Olly's lips, demanding entry. Olly opens willingly, his mouth filling with the familiar taste of pre-cum. He sucks eagerly, hungry for release, as the wax continues to drip, a constant reminder of his submissive state.