Zira's eyes closed, then opened as he looked up to Crowley. He was on his knees, his cock hanging, heavy and full, between his spread thighs. He pulled in a shuddering breath, and straightened his back, which made his cock bob and throb all the more.
All in all, the torture was exquisite, and the pain turned him on further, even as it frustrated him nearly to the point of tears. He readjusted himself, careful to keep his cock untouched, hanging unsupported, weighted and bound.
He drew his hand to Crowley's cock. "Please, dearest. Allow me the privilege of pleasing you."