I Thought He Was My Friend

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I camped just outside the cabin. I ate MREs and jerky every night so Daniel couldn't smell any cooking.

The first day I left him, it was quiet. I could imagine Daniel testing his bindings, head cocked as he tried to determine where I was. His stomach must be rock hard with cramps right now. His cock must be burning with the urge to piss. But I'm not there, my erection's not filling him, stretching him so he can't piss, shit, or eat. I sat outside my tent and stared hard at the cabin door.

It was on the third day I could hear Daniel's muffled screams. He was desperate for someone to hear him. He couldn't tell if anyone was near. I could hear the crack in his voice and the muffled fear as he screamed unintelligibly. He would shout as loud as he could, fall silent, then hours later, start up again.

I wanted so much to go to him. My food stuck in my throat. My Daniel was in there starving, suffering. I just couldn't eat while listening to Daniel's agony.

At the start of the fifth day, I packed everything up and slipped back inside the cabin.

The stench was intense. My eyes watered. I should have left a window open. It was stifling inside and the stink of feces was overpowering.

As I approached the bed, my heart ached. My poor Daniel soiled himself. Somehow, the cramping had grown to the point the plug tore out of him. The IV hung depleted, its needle out of his vein, probably from his struggles. The bed underneath him was stained brown and bloody. He'd shitted all over himself. Daniel lay on the filthy bed, barely breathing.

He was also crying.

As I stood silently at the foot of the bed, I could see drying tear tracks. Blood trickled out of the corner of his lush mouth. His smooth, broad chest heaved as Daniel tried to breathe through his nose despite the sickly stench.

I stripped silently. Daniel's despair beckoned me. He thought he was alone; he thought I left him. I normally would clean him off first, but I needed to let him know I never left him.

I slipped on a condom, worked my cock to an aching hardness. Before the give of the mattress registered, I thrust into Daniel's torn hole.

Daniel first cried out behind his gag in pain and surprise, but it changed to desperate, needy noises. I could feel his ass clench and squeeze weakly around me. I didn't even need to lube him. As disgusting as it was, he was already slick from his bowels and loose. Daniel rocked back as much as he could on my erection and I climbed higher on the bed, kneeling between his legs on his filth, gripping his bare flanks to get better leverage.

The noises Daniel made behind the gag held self-loathing and fear. What he hated about himself I don't know, but my groin reacted to his fear. I'm here, Daniel. I came back for you. I slammed into his ass over and over as I sang it in my mind. He bucked around my cock, his head thrashing left and right, his gagged words sounded like "No" and "Please",

It was wild. Daniel felt wonderful around my cock. He rode my cock with uncontrollable convulsions. His body jolted off the mattress as I rammed myself in higher and higher. He moaned something; a name, a word, I wasn't sure. I stretched across him and kissed the corner of his mouth and tasted his blood. Daniel strained to speak, his voice muffled and weak as he vainly tried to tell me something. He must be desperate for me. I missed him so much, too.

The bed rocked and groaned as I slammed into that glorious body repeatedly. Daniel didn't shout or yell or struggle. He rode my cock in a helpless wave, his body wracked with shudders; his stifled whimpers and gasps music to my ears. His arms jerked and pulled as I rutted him. They flailed as if Daniel wanted to touch. I placed my hands on his arms, rubbed the sore limbs up and down as I swayed into him. It felt like being caught in a rip current. Caught and helpless to do nothing but flounder in the violent tide. Daniel gulped, trying to breathe around the gag. I tipped my head back and groaned as I tried to bury myself deeper into that sweet, hot squeeze around my cock. We were both drowning. We couldn't stop. We kept crashing into each other as if to make up for lost time. THIS is how I knew we could be together. I knew Daniel could be this unbridled, so wanton. My Daniel. So good. So fucking good.

I knew I was hurting him. I could feel feces he couldn't expel still inside. I snarled in disgust and rammed it up higher and higher up his rectum. But Daniel never cried out. He panted and groaned as I fucked him. Even gagged, I could hear his own lust, panting unknowingly in time with my grunts. As my pounding quickened, so did the mixed moans of pain and hunger. We were loud in the cabin. Our grunting, our noises, the wet slurps and slaps of our bodies roared in my ears.

His thighs shuddered as he tried to take me all in. His knees bent a little, as much as my ties allowed him. His knees gripped me on either side and his muffled cries grew higher when he met real flesh. Yes, Daniel. I'm real. I'm here.

His torso flexed as he braced for each ripping blow. I hammered into him, my back straining as I tried to hold back. Five days without me. He'd grown impossibly tight; like his rectum shrunk from neglect. Daniel's head bobbed helplessly as he endured the bouncing my thrusts created on the bed. His cries sound so good, rising higher the harder I fucked and reclaimed him. And when he came…I never saw anything more beautiful.

Daniel's head whipped back, wailing behind his gag as he thrust his hips frantically in the air. The cock ring was still on and Daniel sobbed when he couldn't cum. His cock purpled on the tip, clear pre-cum beading, and it bobbed frantically in front of me but nothing more.

When I freed him, Daniel cum so hard, it splashed under his chin. I could see he could taste himself because he made a sound and turned his head away, embarrassed at his loss of control. But I forgave him. We both needed this. I undid the gag and he hiccupped "Oh God, oh God" and didn't fight me as I held him. Daniel cried out angrily as he kept cumming. His body convulsed helplessly in my arms.

At last, he settled, we both lay there, breathing hard. I kissed the tears off his face. He opened his watering eyes, stared at my profile before he made a sound and turned away.

So beautiful. So modest. I could tell he was overwhelmed by his own need of me. "It's okay. I'm here, Daniel," I whispered as I pulled off his earplugs.

Daniel shuddered in my hold and he gulped a lungful of air before sobbing out, "Frank."

I smiled to myself as I stroked his hair. "I'm right here, Daniel."

Daniel was as weak as a newborn; he clung to me as I walked him to the bathroom. Blearily, Daniel stood swaying in front of the toilet. But he didn't take a leak. I stood back, staring at him for a few minutes, perplexed. His legs shuddered so I knew he needed to go. Staring at him barely upright, I stared at him standing legs slightly apart and knew.

I couldn't help but smile smugly as I unzipped myself and rolled up a new condom over my shaft.

"It's okay, Daniel," I crooned as I stood behind Daniel and stroked myself to hardness. "I'm here. I'm here for you."

Daniel made a half-hearted attempt to move away. I could see his thighs tensed as if he wanted to close his legs. His body shook with the effort. I savored the sensation of his body trembling as I drew up against him. He couldn't go; tiny whimpers deep in his throat grew as I glide my cock between his ass cheeks before slipping in. I groaned as I felt him stretch around me. Daniel gasped, strangled, as I filled him; completed him.

"Piss for me," I whispered into his ear from behind. "I'm here. You can go." I tenderly cradled his dick and squeezed gently as if it were made of finely spun glass.

Daniel shuddered, sagged against me, and finally let go.

"Good boy," I cooed as I rocked into him. Daniel swayed with me, boneless and loose limbed. It felt like we were dancing. "You're doing so good, baby."

It was the sweetest fuck by far. His ass embraced my dick like loving hands. I felt my dick getting sucked in just as I pulled out. All was quiet. Just the wet slurping sounds of my dick gliding in and out of his ass, the steady stream of piss, and Daniel's short intakes of breath as I filled him.

He didn't cum this time but I wasn't surprised. He was tired. We both were. Next time I'll make sure he does.

Daniel was just as complacent when I took him into the shower and cleaned him inside and out. He hung off his chains as I maneuvered the handshower around his body. He watched me with shuttered eyes as I stripped down and shaved him. He twitched as I massaged soap into his scalp. I was careful not to get any into his beautiful eyes.

I tended to his wounds. His anus was inflamed but the tears weren't too bad. The cuts around where the cuffs bit his wrists and ankles were angry. I kissed each shallow wound and washed them, licking deep into the wound until I knew he was clean.

I gave him his first enema carefully, mindful it's been awhile. Daniel moaned and quivered. The warm water filling his colon loosened his bowels and he dirtied himself again without warning. He mewled in pain as his ass quivered, muscles cramping as he couldn't help relieve himself. I could see he was embarrassed. Daniel wouldn't look at me as shit streamed out of his ass after the second enema as well. It was the only reason why I didn't scrub down his dirty body with the scour pad. He couldn't help himself. The Colonel was corruptive inside him. Daniel needed to be regularly purged. It was the only way.

Daniel made a sound when I pressed my fingers into his walls to check him after the third enema still resulted in an agonizing bowel movement. The muscular walls of his rectum gave with just a little pressure from me.

"Looks like we need to do a little Kegels or you're going to be needing a diaper, baby." I swore under my breath. It could only mean his bladder or bowel walls were weakening. Daniel lowered his eyes and said nothing as I gave him his fourth.

Clean, Daniel slumped against me so I had to carry him back to our bed. I had stripped the disgusting sheets off during one of his enemas and left clean ones to soothe his body when I set him down on our bed. Daniel couldn't hide the small sigh he made when I set his cleaned body down on dry sheets. Poor baby must have been so miserable lying on his own filth for so long. Daniel didn't even fight me as I tugged his limbs back into his binds with a little regret. I then coated my fingers with a numbing antibiotic, slipping them into his rectum. Daniel grunted softly. I frowned when I felt only a weak answering squeeze.

Then I fed him, slowly as we made love. I could tell he was still sore, squirming on the sheets, his face twisted in discomfort. So I took my time, gliding in and out that wonderful heat of his. His hips swayed under my strokes, riding me gently. Daniel behaved; he took every single morsel from my mouth, moaning as I scrapped against his prostate. When he cum so prettily, I gave him water and made him lick the remaining moisture off my fingers. Daniel arched towards me as I thrust into him. I took him slow, like he was a virgin again and when I gazed at him, his eyes were wet with what must have been gratitude.

I collapsed on top of him, still fully sheathed in him.

"I told you," I kissed his ear. "I'm your friend, Daniel. I would never leave you."

I thought it was strange when he began gasping, tears streaming down his face. Daniel must have been touched. I just curled my arms around him and soothed him as he wept. After he fell asleep in tears, I took my time sinking back into his body. It truly had been too long.