I Thought He Was My Friend

I was surprised. I'd expected Daniel to fight me a few days but not for this long. On the fifth day, I had to strap him down tight, pry his mouth open to get him to swallow his food.

On the sixth day, he elbowed me just as I moved into position behind him for his morning piss. He screamed when I rammed him up against the shower wall. I forced him to piss onto the tiles as I repeatedly slammed his hips against the wall. Even my dick ached when I was done and Daniel vomited when the urine stopped.

"Bastard…" Daniel gasped out as I fell on top of him. Our chests heaved against the cold tiles. "Get…get out of me." He tried to clench his rectum to force me out.

I licked the sweat off the back of his neck. Daniel shuddered. "You're a good fit." I rotated my hips and his body tensed under me.

"Get…Get OFF!"

It was a strength I didn't know Daniel still had. He pushed off with his cuffed hands, reared back until I slipped out. I grunted, tangled with my pants around my thighs. I tackled him and Daniel slammed to the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" I snarled into his ear. Daniel bucked and twisted. "We're all alone, Daniel. Nothing but woods. You think you can run out of here like that?"

"As long as it's away from you!" Daniel raged. He slammed his head back.

I howled, gripping my nose. Fucking bitch! Daniel wiggled out from under me but I grabbed him around the middle. The momentum crashed us onto the bed.

"Where would you go?" I sneered as I pinned his hands above his head. I crushed him with my weight. "The Colonel?" I taunted when Daniel's eyes flared. "You think he'll take you back, you disgusting, dirty whore?" I kicked his legs apart and ground my erection over Daniel's crotch. "You slept and ate with my dick up your ass, Danny boy. You think ANYONE would want to look for you now?"

Daniel growled that it wouldn't matter to them. Jack was still looking. Jack will find him. Jack will kill me.

Jack this! Jack that!

"JACK can't have you!" I screamed, spittle on his face. "You're mine! MINE! He can't have you! I was first!!" I rammed my dick into his opening, breaching him roughly. Warm blood coated my shaft and the tingly spark of pleasure I got from it went up my spine.

Daniel howled, his head whipping left and right as I pounded deep into him. I could feel my cock scrapping hard on his prostate. His body reacted like always. Daniel shook his head, tensing as he fought his body's reaction. It didn't take long. We both cum, spunk sticking on my shirt, smeared across his belly. I leered at him as he clenched his teeth, frustrated sounds forced out when he cum. So stubborn. Why was he fighting this? Why was he fighting us?

Daniel said nothing more about the Colonel while I tied him back up, although he whimpered when I moved his legs to his cuffs. I wiped roughly at his ass before the blood spotted the sheets. Heaving, winded, I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the limp body spread out in front of me. I stared transfixed at the angry, swollen opening Daniel's scrotum draped over. My cock twitched and filled again without me touching it.

I wonder if he was still thinking the Colonel will want him when he cum hard inside me after I rode his cock until it bled.

Seventh day, he attacked me with a double fist to my head. He clasped his hands together and swung as soon as I got him on his feet to ready him for his cleaning. It staggered me enough that he scrambled over me, drunkenly lurching for the door. Took me five minutes to find him in the woods. Took me four hours drilling his ass before he broke down sobbing he was sorry. I was so mad at him, for even trying to escape so futilely. My dick was rubbed raw when I finally pulled out of him. Painful as it was, I made sure to still be inside him as Daniel failed the fight to stay awake. My cock burned vaguely in his ass as I pulled his head to my shoulder before sleeping.

It was the ninth day now.

I swept my hands across his tense shoulders. He flinched a little, made a choked sound but nothing more as I guided my cock with one hand and pushed past that still incredibly tight hole while the other massaged his dick for his morning go.

My good, sweet Daniel stood there, his hips swaying to the beat of my thrusts. Mute, his ass a mottled canvas of bruises and bite marks.

It did bother me how mute he's become though. I would catch a heated glower, a set mouth, but he never said a word as I feasted on his body. He stifled grunts and avert his eyes when I straddled him. I'm not a selfish lover. I made sure he cum inside me every night before I took what was mine. Yet he still wouldn't look at me when I throw my head back, moaning as I accepted his hot cum in me.

Even when his body cramped and his ass cheeks quivered as his bowels painfully exploded, Daniel just let his jaw go slack and my cock would slide down his throat. It was beginning to feel like I was fucking a defiant china doll.

I didn't want to but I knew if I didn't do this, Daniel was going to keep on hating me.

When we were both done, I walked a disturbingly complacent Daniel back to the bed. Cuffed him, but I tied it a little less tighter than before. Daniel blinked. I could tell this confused him.

I think he was even more bewildered when I fed him breakfast without fucking him this time. I smiled sadly to myself when he finished every bit, hope in his eyes when I just wiped his mouth and fed him water.

He didn't know. He thought he saw me eat the same food. Daniel didn't know and ate everything I gave him.

I watched as the first sign of discomfort crossed over his face. Daniel frowned minutely. He fidgeted and his breathing quickened.

It was my cue. Before Daniel could react, I blindfolded him. Carefully, I inserted the earplugs. When his mouth parted in surprise, I gagged him. I could hear the muffled worried sounds as he realized he was now blind and deaf.

Daniel was skittish as a newborn colt when I swabbed the inside of his right elbow. A high squeak from him as I slid an IV of saline into him. I placed it in a slow drip. Should last all day. After that…

"Sorry, Daniel," I whispered as I watched Daniel wiggle uncomfortably. The laxatives should be working now. I used a whole box.

Daniel gasped behind his gag when he felt the ice cold butt plug I kept in the icebox probe and push its way in. His butt flexed automatically, trying to push it out but it was large and I choose one with a flared tip. It wasn't coming out of him easy.

Daniel sounded excited, squirming his hips as I proceeded to jerk him off; two fists running up his magnificent cock until it stood at attention, jutting proudly against his stomach.

Then Daniel threw his head back, his shouts muffled, when I clamped the cock ring at the base of the shaft.

Done.

I really didn't want to do this. I watched Daniel fidget, confused and literally in the dark. Daniel twitched. His belly was looking distended now. It was going to be hell soon.

I gave Daniel one last look; his body stretched out and plugged. He looked incredible. I loathed leaving him.

"Good bye, Daniel," I murmured. He jumped when he felt me kiss his hair. I didn't look back and left the cabin.