I Thought He Was My Friend

Okay, i know no one's reading so no one will object that I've discovered this story will be about 18 chapters...
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This one is longer and a bit more graphic. Pay attention to the warnings...
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The next morning, I knew it was time to begin his relearning. He woke up just I retied his arms together in front of him with cuffs, chained his ankles together with a short chain of shackles. Daniel hesitated when I told him to get off the bed. He rebelled, glaring at me, shrugging away my touch but eventually, he was up on his feet, his hands self-consciously covering himself.

I marched him to the bathroom, stood behind him in front of the toilet.

"Pee," I ordered quietly.

Daniel stiffened but he didn't answer.

"It's been more than a day," I told the rigid bare back in front of me. "Your bladder's probably hurting by now."

Daniel yanked his shoulder away when I tried to put a reassuring hand.

"Don't touch me, you sick fuck," Daniel hissed. He made an angry sound when I moved my hand around and cupped his flaccid cock.

"No!" He twisted his hips away from me and his cock slipped out of my hand.

I reached back and grabbed it firmly. I quietly unzipped and free myself behind him. With my other hand, I held his left hip with a bruising grip. I didn't want to mark him, but Daniel wouldn't hold still.

"Pee," I commanded again, growing angry. I pinched the spongy tip, moving closer so Daniel could feel my exposed groin behind him. His buttocks clenched and his breath quickened when I brushed my semi-erect shaft against the fleshy part of one cheek. "Pee or I'll cut it off and we won't have to worry about it again."

Daniel sucked in his breath. My proud Daniel finally relented, his body relaxing minutely, but his back remained ramrod straight. Under my insistent pulling, his cock twitched and soon, a warm stream came out.

As Daniel relieved himself, I knew it was time. I was hard now, had been since holding his dick. I wrapped my other arm around his chest and before he could react, I let go of his dick to guide my throbbing erection to that tiny opening.

"No!" Daniel moved away a step, his bare feet struggling not to slip.

It was no use to fight me. I yanked him back closer to me with my arm around him and planted my legs firmly between his, bending a knee so he couldn't close his legs if he tried. Daniel furiously struggled in my grip, gurgling when I moved my arm up to a tight chokehold. He sputtered. His arms flailed. He teased me with his smooth butt rubbing at my leaking cock, writhing to get away as I used my right hand to guide it close to press onto that dark, rosy ring. The contact made my mouth water and I inadvertently squeezed my arm around his throat. Daniel spasm. He choked off a "No" but he couldn't do anything more than try to breathe as I pulled him until he was arched back.

Daniel sobbed in frustration as I tried to breach him. He clenched his ass and I snarled when I met resistance. I moved my right hand to his ass cheek and pried it away. Daniel groaned as my nails dug into his tender skin. His muscles bunched and tried to block me, but I managed to force my cock through the ring. His breathing stuttered as the head of my cock bored through and he gave a full body shiver when he could feel my balls flushed against him. I sighed. So good. Still the perfect height. He felt so damn perfect.

"You feel so good," I breathed into his ear as my hips began to move. In and out my cock moved dryly inside him. It wouldn't be long Daniel will be loosened up just for me.

Eyes squeezed shut in pain, Daniel gritted his teeth. "S…top," he panted. "Don't…argh…stop this…"

I quickened my pace and felt his hips mimicked mine and we thrust as one. I recaptured his dick in my hand, the other drifted down to wrap around his sweaty chest.

"I'll always be with you," I promised as I surged forward, snapping my hips against his backside. My cock began to move more easily as sweat dripped between our bodies. "Never leaving, Daniel. Anything you do…always with me…" I grunted as Daniel jolted. Pleasure spread down to my toes and I found myself ramming harder. Daniel moaned. That's it. I could feel his cock twitch in my hand.

"N…no…"

Daniel refused to go any more. I think his nervousness from my dick filling his ass stilled his need. But I knew he had to still be uncomfortable. I pulled, squeezed the head of his semi-hard dick and Daniel cried out when he began to piss again. Probably cried out in relief because as I held him, I thrust into his ass with a pace that made him slip on the tiles. He took my cock, like he should although he kept protesting as I fucked him where he stood while he pissed. First part of your routine, Daniel.

When he was done, I finished up with a few powerful strokes. Daniel swore and squirmed but there was no place to escape my hold. I didn't release Daniel. His hips thrust with me as I came into his ass, filling it until my cum dribbled down his thighs and calves. His knees buckled when I cum and he could barely walk back to his bed without my help. He fought weakly as I retied him spreadeagle on his back.

Daniel refused to eat at first. I forced him to drink from my mouth. Juice, coffee dribbled down his chin when he refused to open his mouth in the beginning. I backhanded him until his head lolled. He wasn't able to stop me then from feeding him. I got him to swallow the breakfast hash after I gripped the rosy nub of his nipple and twisted hard enough it bled.

I smiled to myself as I watched Daniel swallowed more of the food I fed him. I mixed the laxatives in the meats and it would only be a matter of time for the next part of his routine.

Sure enough, a couple of hours later, Daniel panted and writhed in place as his stomach cramped painfully. He yelled and shouted, knowing I must have done something to the food. He punched and tried to break free when I cuffed and shackled him again.

Daniel was back in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet now. He struggled to stand but I placed my hands on his shoulders and put all my weight on them. I stood on the chains of his shackles so he couldn't kick out.

His stomach rebelled and Daniel gasped as he fought the disgusting urge to relieve his bowels. Daniel' blue eyes were stark as he tried to wrap his arms around his middle. But I could see it was a losing battle. It was suppose to be. I placed almost half a box in his food.

Daniel moaned as his stomach cramped and roiled but that moan turned to a growl when he saw me undo my pants and my raging erection jutted out of my undone fly. I pressed my cock close to his cheek.

"Get away from me!" Daniel jerked back his head. I boxed his ears and his head snapped back in front of me.

"Hungry?" I crooned. "Lunchtime, Daniel. Let me feed you!"

"Get it away from me or I'll bite it off!"

I narrowed my eyes. I slammed a boot over his bare thigh so he couldn't stand and grabbed him by the jaw. My fingers clawed the underside of his chin.

"Bite me," I hissed. "And I'll make you eat what you shit out."

The fire in his eyes told me he didn't care. But I want his mouth. I pressed my thumbs under his Adam's Apple. Daniel turned red as he struggled to breathe. His cuffed arms went up to push me away, but I pressed harder with my boot and suddenly his arms batted at my leg as he contorted in agony.

"Open up!" I didn't wait. I moved my boot closer to his scrotum, pressed and when Daniel opened wide to scream in agony, I dove in.

I always knew I was big, even bigger than Teal'c. I was all Daniel was ever going to need. He choked as my cock slid in deeper, scraping his teeth and tongue. His jaw stretched and I knew it must be aching. Daniel tried to bite me but he couldn't get his mouth to work. He panicked, gagging as I thrust into his mouth, distracting him from his tenuous control over his stomach.

Daniel groaned around my cock as his body quivered and his bowels emptied violently. He sat there, his ass burning as his stomach cramped and cramped. He gave a muffled whimper when I came in his mouth. Cum trickled down his chin. He wouldn't swallow. I kept my dick deep in his throat until he swallowed some. Daniel gave a frustrated scream as that made him cramp continuously and it would be another hour before the diarrhea cleared.

Daniel was trapped between my cock, my boot stepping on his bare thigh, and the toilet he was sitting on. He squirmed as I stood over him, cum dribbling out of his mouth. I couldn't stop coming. It had been so long and even though I knew he was choking, I couldn't help but thrust deeper into that wet mouth, groaning when I came one final time. Daniel sagged back against the toilet tank, mouth slack, my cum drying on his lips.

The diarrhea left him weak just as I hoped. He didn't fight me when I pulled him back up on his feet and half dragged him to the shower.

Back when I first bought the cabin, I made a few changes. I expanded the shower until it was big enough for two and I added a steel hook on the ceiling and two brackets three feet apart on the floor.

I looped Daniel's shackles through the brackets, spreading his legs apart. He fought with renewed strength when I yanked up his cuffs and hung him off the hook further up front.

Daniel was beautiful, stretched up towards the ceiling, his legs far apart enough for me to stand between them from behind. I angled him to a degree so he could look down at his cock dangling between his legs, arching forward towards the shower.

He shook because he could hear me stripping behind him. Daniel trembled, anticipating and I wanted to bury my dick in his ass, too. I probably wanted it more than him. But first, he needed to be cleaned. I could smell the stench on him, see the filth clinging to the back of his thighs. My dirty Daniel. Everywhere I imagined the Colonel touched was tinged in filth.

Daniel started when he felt the shower turn on. He fidgeted as I stroked a soapy sponge over him. I could feel him relaxing as I ignored his ass. Daniel even gave a low moan as I squeezed my sponge and let warm suds trickle down between his ass cheeks. Feels good, doesn't it?

"You'll be clean soon," I murmured into his ear. He tensed when I licked the back of his neck but I probably disappointed him when I didn't do anything else.

Everywhere I touched he shivered. Warm suds flowed down pleasantly between his well defined torso and legs. I used my hands to rub soap on his belly and I felt his stomach quiver. He ached for my touch. I know. Daniel hadn't completely forgotten about me. Not yet.

I sponged every inch of him. There wasn't an inch of fat on him and weeks of recuperation had melted the defined muscles to more sleeker and slender look. His ass clenched tight in front of me; his stomach taut and firm when I leaned in and scrubbed his belly in rich lather. He made a sound when he felt my raging erection teased the top of his cleft. Daniel trembled.

Oh my beautiful Daniel. "Not yet," I whispered into his ear. "We have to get rid of him off you."

Daniel immediately knew who I was referring to. "N…no. Jack and I aren't—" Daniel writhed in agony as I reached around and wrenched his cock with a twist of my fist. "Nooo!"

I told him before never to say his name. I didn't want to punish him, but Daniel needed to learn. He bucked in his chains, howling as I manhandled his genitals, convulsing as I yanked and pulled in punishing directions. He was barely conscious when I was done. He whimpered when I finally let go his swollen cock. It hung between his legs all enflamed, almost purpling from the finger sized bruises that striped the shaft.

The most important step was easier now. Daniel hung, senseless as I worked a thick flexible hose into his hole. The tight, muscular ring resisted, then gave way to the pressure and I slipped it in a good two inches. I grimaced at the mess on his ass. His stomach cramped during my lessons and he shitted helplessly all over himself in the shower. Filthy slut.

Daniel stirred just as I turned on the warm water to flood his rectum. He started, his arms flailing above him when he realized he was feeling uncomfortable in his stomach again. He tried to bring up his knees to ease the cramping. The chains shook but didn't give him any leeway. I'd been through enemas before. I could see when the fullness beginning to hurt on Daniel's face as the water kept filling and filling his rectum and colon. I wanted to clean every inch of him inside; I wanted to wash every part the Colonel's dick might have touched. He dirtied my Daniel; soiled him.

His ass quivered from the strain. Daniel thrashed in his chains, his hips jutting frantically in the air to try and ease the agony. But I kept a firm hand on the flexible tubing and held it in place. I ignored the curses and hateful words Daniel threw at me. He was so spirited. My cock twitched to see him fight like this. I regretted the pain he needed to endure and I longed to hold him when I pulled the hose out and disgusting brown and bloody water gushed out of his ass. His bowels revolted again and Daniel groaned as he sullied himself. The Colonel's touched corrupted everything inside out, I told him. Once wasn't going to be enough.

"Filthy," I hissed at him the second time I inserted the tube. Daniel thrashed and howled in his chains as he was filled, his ass pumping in the air panicked as he tried to escape the hose. His body flailed as I pressed a knee firmly on his lower back, stilling him. Warmer water this time and Daniel groaned as he was filled, steam wafting out of his dirty hole. The water gushing out was still filthy. His bowels again spasm and he groaned weakly as his intestines recoiled. His body jerked sporadically as feces bled out him from the enema. He was covered in filth again on the lower part of his body. The water needed to be hotter still. Daniel wasn't clean yet.

"We have to clean you, Daniel." I kissed his shoulder when he slumped in his chains. "It'll take a while but I'll have you clean, free of him."

Daniel mumbled something, but it was barely audible. The bloodshot glare he gave me though needed no translation.

It took a few times, four I think, before the water came back clear. By now, Daniel couldn't stand. His legs shook and his knees threatened to buckle. Despite that, he batted weakly at me when I scooped him up and carried him back to the bed.

Daniel mutely glared at me as I tied him back up again. He grimaced when I pulled the ropes tight and his body lay stretched out before me. He didn't say anything as I rubbed a thick towel over him, drying every bit of skin. He tensed when the fabric brushed across his tender opening but Daniel held his tongue.

It didn't matter because I knew Daniel would forgive me soon enough. I brought over a plate of cold cuts and tried to get him to eat. He did only after I took a bite. As he chewed, Daniel reared back or tried when I climbed on top of him.

"No!" Daniel flexed as if to close his legs but I could see the frustration when he couldn't.

"Let me take care of you," I said softly as I positioned myself. I ached. I'd never hungered like this before. Daniel was a tease; writhing and dancing on top of the bed, his naked body taunting me. Did the Colonel see this? Or did he just fucked Daniel while he slept? Did Daniel wake up halfway? Did he enjoy it?

"Let me go!" Daniel's voice was hard and unforgiving. He blanched when he felt the blunt tip of my cock on his opening. He arched vainly. "Stop! I don't want this! Stop! Don't—Nooo!"

I pressed in, the tip in partially and I stopped.

"So beautiful," I murmured as I brushed my hand across his head. His hair felt so soft and fine. Silk. Just like he is inside, around my cock. My heart began racing and I pushed deeper.

Daniel twisted, pulling my cock in deeper. His body coaxed me in even as his voice grew venomous. He kept screaming he didn't want this. But I could feel his body shuddering as it accepted me. I could see blood fill his cock as I stroked deeper. Liar. My Daniel's a liar. Just like he lied he wasn’t the Colonel's fuck toy.

"Easy," I crooned when I was fully sheathed. Already, I could feel his body relaxing and adapting to me. Velvet around my dick. So good. I panted with the effort not to thrust. Not yet. This isn't about me. This is for Daniel.

"Relax," I soothed. "Get used to it. I know I'm bigger than most—"

"I'll kill you!" Daniel strained in his binds. Little rivers of blood streamed from his wrists. "You're crazy! I never wanted—"

Liar. I sneered and breathed on his cock. It sprang into attention and bounced for my attention. "Doesn't like that to me. Looks like we're having a good fuck—"

"It's rape!" Daniel wailed the last word. His face was beet red, tears running down his face unchecked. "It's not sex. It's not fucking! It's Goddamn ra—Stop!" Daniel was hiccupping, rage choking him as I moved inside him.

"It's not rape if you enjoyed it!" I snarled, quickening my pace. "And if you weren't so hung up on your precious Colonel, you would!"

I pounded and pounded, ignoring Daniel's lies that they were just friends. He cum in my fists and I smeared his cum all over his cock before I straddled him.

I can't get enough. His cock…perfect size and the delicious hardness was a wonderful burn soothed by his cum. Daniel sobbed out his release in me and cried harder when I returned the favor.

I made him eat while I fucked him. He had trouble swallowing at some points but soon, half his dinner was done. He tried to bite my fingers as I crammed folds of meat into his mouth. I smiled satisfied at him as his face burned with humiliation. Sweet Daniel. So shy. He bounced up and down the bed during dinner and when he was done, I stilled. But I didn't pull out.

"Time for bed," I kissed him, forcing his mouth open and let liquid from my mouth trickle into his. I pinched his nose shut and watched him swallow.

Daniel's eyes widened when he could taste the sedative and realized I wasn't pulling put of his ass. He struggled.

"Get out of me," he protested faintly.

"I'm not leaving you," I whispered. I surged forward and Daniel, propelled by my dick, jerked in place. "Learn to sleep with it, Daniel."

"Nooo," Daniel whimpered. The fight was dying. I could tell. The Colonel was losing his grip over my Daniel. "Please…"

Please? Of course. I thrust into Daniel again. I reveled in the feeling of being surrounded by his cleaned, warm, moist rectum. So tight like a glove around me. "Anything for you," I soothed. "Go to sleep. Feel me fill you up. When you wake I'll still be in here." Another thrust, a harder one and Daniel's sleepy eyes widened a bit. His head shook left and right. He couldn't speak. Daniel doesn’t believe me.

I kept thrusting, cooing to my Daniel that I wasn't lying. Daniel fought to stay awake, his head lolling as he struggled to speak but finally, he fell asleep with me deep in his ass.

Stilling, I watched him sleep. He moaned softly, his rectum spasm around me. Even in sleep, he wants me to fuck him. I obliged, pistoning into his pliant body until I came so hard I passed out over his shower damp body.