Get his hands off his body.

“You can’t move your hands?” Dago asked, “Wait, three hours?!”

“Three hours and I’ve been trying not to cum, seriously. Help a guy out!” Hans whined, “If I could move my hands, I would have already!”

Dago thought fast and picked up Hans’ discarded pants. He removed the belt and grabbed both of Hans’ wrists. Hans was fighting back pretty hard, but Dago was too strong for him. Dago quickly looped his wrists behind his back and stood back to admire his handiwork.

“Don’t dislocate your shoulder, okay?” Dago said, watching as Hans struggled.

“Oh god, it hurts, please make it stop!” Hans cried desperately trying to free his hands.

Hans had nearly rubbed his cock raw from constant masturbation, but Dago was a little worried that if he didn’t do something; Hans was going to hurt himself.