Eliot's eyes opened briefly when he felt the demon sink down behind him and just lay himself against him, around him, like holding a large teddy bear. It pushed against his wound, smudging cum and blood in disgusting squelches between them that made Eliot's stomach roll with revulsion. The demon had no sense of dignity, no cleanliness or pride as it all but rolled in its own spend while pressing more into his cut.

Eliot flexed his trapped hands behind him when Sam found his cock. Not only were they cuffed and forced low from the chain, but Sam's body pressing against him trapped them down there. If he reached back, he might be able to grab the demon's newly spent package, find one nut perhaps and twist, but with Sam's hands on Eliot's own privates, retaliation would doubtless be swift. He left that idea for later.

For now, Eliot flexed his fingers, making it seem like it was a natural reaction to having his cock stroked. It pulled a little against his balls and he grimaced at that but he had to know where his hands were relative to Sam's groin. He let his eyes drop close again to concentrate on the feeling of his fingers.

"Y'said it'll grow back if it falls off. Guess we'll have to see." And if it happened, he planned to make sure his wasn't the only one that'll need to grow back.