Eliot turned his head away as Sam stroked, his large, warm hand wrapped around Eliot's cock and raising it to hardness under his careful, gentle ministrations. There was no way to prevent himself from getting hard, not when Sam played him so expertly, twisting slightly with each pull just the way Eliot liked it when he stroked himself, the pad of Sam's thumb brushing the sensitive tip to send pleasurable shocks through his groin to pool hotly in his abdomen.

He was getting hard, and as Sam continued explaining his rape to him, Eliot's breath started to pant slightly with his arousal. His head remained turned though and eyes remained closed, at least until Sam released him and brought his hand up for Eliot to see the first signs of his body's betrayal.

Eliot had opened his eyes to stare stonily up at it, then to Sam's smug expression behind it. "I haven't been pure for a very long time, I'm in hell. Ya think bendin' my body'll break me?" Eliot's eyes fell shut again, like looking at Sam disgusted him. "I ain't that weak." Like you, hung heavy in the silence that followed.