Eliot thought Sam was going to rape him, stick his giant demon cock in, break him both in body and resistance by using the simplest, and most powerful weapon given to man... But he was wrong.

The blade had a wicked serrated edge and some markings etched into its side, but nothing said it was anything more than a fancy hunting knife. It felt no different when it rested for a brief second on his shoulder; it was just as cold as normal metal and just as sharp when it cut down.

Eliot gritted his teeth when the blade dragged through skin and flesh, hot and burning across his back in a wet swathe as blood quickly welled up. From feel alone Eliot knew it was deep enough to hurt and bleed but not enough to severely damage nerves and numb it.

The hitter started to bend forward at the pain but froze when that pulled on the short chain and jerked on his cock, dragging the length of it across the sensitive skin between his balls and pulling infuriatingly on his erection. He stopped and forced his shoulders down to relieve the pressure, back shaking marginally, quivering like a fleeting breeze on a leaf, in the effort to remain in position. And at the humiliating climax, Sam's hot, burning cum spraying like a mark of shame onto his wound, he could only grit his teeth until his gums hurt.

Seconds later, Eliot was breathing heavily like he had came himself. It felt hot and wet behind him, blood and cum mixing together to roll down his back. His eyes were closed but he had finally relaxed his jaw. "Least I won't be cold in down 'ere." Yeah, it stung like Hell.