Those small movements were all the reassurance Eliot needed to know that Sam was alright with this. He was turning into his touches, not away, and although that didn't forgive Eliot for what he was doing, it at least made him feel the guilt a little less. He found the soft nub and brushed it slightly, putting his finger in and out twice and although it wasn't a lot, he was certain Sam was ready for another finger.

The second digit went in just as readily as his first, swallowed into the cavern of Sam's body with barely went effort on Eliot's behalf. Even so Eliot twisted his fingers to make sure the area was stretched and lubed. He curled his fingers in a second time to rub Sam's prostate before pushing his third finger in.

Eliot didn't dare to take too long with the preparation although he wished he could have spent more time. With girls he would have taken long minutes, kissing and distracting them while he got them prepared. But he was very aware of the Devil constantly watching them, and they weren't here making love. This wasn't even just sex, and Eliot was preparing Sam for rape.

As he stretched Sam open with three fingers, turning and and pushing them in and out, he reached his other hand around to put a firm grip around Sam's cock. It wasn't his first time touching another man's handle, but he was young and lonely and in a war that had no women close by hundreds of miles away back then. After a firefight and horny with the exhilaration of being alive, a bunch of men sometimes just really wanted another hand on their cocks that just wasn't their own. The theory was much the same, and he knew how to jerk a guy off.

Several more twists of his fingers and strokes of his hand and Eliot pulled back. Sam felt ready, but Eliot's erection had gone down slightly. He poured out more lube to try and pull himself back to fullness.