Dylan was hard. Okay ‘hard’ was an understatement; he was so hard it hurt. If he could get his hands free he’d be fine, but there was no way he could break his bonds, not even his high-G strength could break titanium. So he did the only thing he could do to end the torment.

Beg.

Beg, plead, whimper and grovel.

Harper grinned and licked firmly up the underside of Dylan’s cock. 

It was enough: splashes of sticky come landed on Harper’s face and hair.

Harper sat back on his heels and licked his lips. "Heh, 28 minutes, I win."