Eliot was horrified by the item the Devil chose, the dildo wasn't even something that should exist. It was an item of torture, not sex, and would rip Sam right open if it was forced inside. Eliot could harden himself, but dammit, he wouldn't be able to face Sam if he allowed it to happen. But the alternative, he didn't know if he'll be able to face himself afterwards. This was the bottom line of all the evil things he did, and of course he was made to cross it.

"Wait," Eliot said before the deed could be done, "I'll take over." Eliot felt a little of himself die inside when he gave in and agreed, even knowing that this was probably what Sam would want instead of the torture device. But that didn't mean he had any choice in the matter or that this was any less rape.

"Do I get lube or do you expect me doin' him dry?" If Eliot hadn't past that point of no return earlier, his erection would've flagged and shrank at what he was about to do. He was so far from being aroused mentally that he wouldn't have been able to get it up if he wasn't already.

He stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Sam's flank, the same place Lucifer had moments before as if he could erase the Devil's touch. This was the first time he touched Sam this way, or willingly touched the other man, as willing as this situation was anyway.