I Thought He Was My Friend

I knew Daniel hadn't forgiven me for abandoning him. I tried to make it up to him by loosening his ties so now he could roll to his side if he wanted. And he did, many times, to my annoyance. But it also meant spooning behind him, my erection jutting out of my pants and inside him. It meant feeling him sleep against my chest. I fall asleep to a lullaby of his breathing.

But being able to lie on his side meant Daniel could shut me out. I could sometimes feel him watching me as I changed out of my SGC uniform to go into town. Daniel always had a strange look every time I wore the green jumpsuit around him. I knew I reminded him of the Colonel sometimes. I'd cut my hair to look like him. The uniform completes the illusion. I knew when Daniel wakes up, sleepily seeing me as I thrust languidly into his body, he didn't see me.

I reveled in that brief twilight before he truly woke, that sweet, drowsy smile he gives me before he remembers. Then his body stiffens and his eyes slam shut. I hated that. I usually made love to him then, looking past his arms and kept my eyes closed so all I see was that wonderful smile again. Only this time it was for me. Once I'd complete his deprogramming, once Daniel stop denying the truth, that smile will be for me. I know it.

Right now though, I wished I'd never loosened his ties. I glowered at his back. I was sorely tempted to put him over my knee.

"No." Daniel can be so difficult. He tensed when I rubbed his shoulder.

"Lunch time, Daniel." I stood once again over the bed, waiting.

"Go to hell," Daniel told me in a hoarse voice. I should have been careful. I must have scrapped his throat raw last time I fed him. The liquid smooth voice was still raspy after two days.

I clucked. "I know you're still mad about—"

"Mad?" Daniel choked off a sound between disbelief and a laugh. "Mad? It can't even begin to desc—" Daniel hissed and fell silent.

Even though I loosened the binds, it still wasn't enough for him to curl around the pain. Daniel gasped under his breath as his stomach gurgled. I didn't even have to dose his food this time. Daniel didn't eat any meat if I didn't eat it first, but after two weeks of purging, his body was starting to realize how toxic the Colonel was to Daniel and trying to get rid of him on its own.

The stifled groan made me sigh. I sat down on the edge of the bed. I gingerly touched the butt plug I'd inserted an hour ago.

"Stop being childish," I said as I gave the plug an experimental twist, just a third around. Daniel moaned in pain.

"I know you're hungry." Another turn, this time halfway, then when that only got me a groan, I wrenched it a full turn. Daniel's legs twitched. I pressed it in and heard his stomach gurgle. "Let me take care of you. Let me give you—"

"I don't want it!"

A full clockwise turn again and Daniel jerked in place. But still, he refused to lie on his back and let me cuff him for the bathroom.

"Fine," I said sharply. I jerked my hand away and sat against Daniel's sweaty bare back.

I waited, listening to Daniel struggling to breathe around the discomfort. His legs kicked a little in agony. I sat there, his back propped me up and forced to stay on his side until…

"F…frank…"

I smiled to myself. He's learning. "What is it, Daniel?" I asked gently like he was a child. "Are you hungry yet?"

A sob and Daniel swallowed.

I kept the smile out of my voice. "If you're not hungry, I'm going outside and—"

"No!" Daniel's voice cracked. Self loathing lowered his voice to a rasp. "I…"

Just say it Daniel.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" I decided to meet him halfway. I knew there needed to be compromise in this relationship.

"Y…yes," he choked. "God, I…F…frank..."

I turned around and helped him on to his back. Daniel groaned pitifully. He couldn't straighten and staggered doubled over like an old man to the toilet.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" I cooed as I slid my cock down his throat. Daniel spasm as his stomach cramped. He moaned around my cock as it swelled in his mouth. He moved feebly as his ass burned with each bout. Daniel whimpered and tried to curl into his stomach but my cock forced his head back, neck craning.

"Drink up," I encouraged as I felt my release flood his mouth. "Good." I petted his sweaty hair as his throat worked around me, dutifully swallowing every drop after a moment of hesitation. Daniel closed his red-rimmed eyes, shuddered before I felt his tongue lap hesitantly under my cock. I groaned. God, his mouth was sweet. I knew he's must have done this before. I stroked his head, brushing my knuckles against his face. I watched as his cheeks hollowed out as he suckled; like a baby with a bottle.

"You're doing fine," I moaned and gave a little thrust. It was hard to hold still. Daniel stuttered, then started again. "So good. Your mouth is so sweet. Keep sucking. I have what you want." I could hear Daniel's cuffs rattled, his hands weakly bumping against my thighs as I leaned in my weight.

"Relax, Danny," I coaxed. "Breathe through your nose. Just a couple more. God, yeeees…" My knees turned to water when I felt myself slide deeper into his throat. I pressed my fingers under his Adam's Apple so I could feel myself as I thrust.

His stomach didn't rebel and soon swelled gently as I cum again and again. His body was learning. I'm the only one he really needs. I fed him and watched Daniel as he gulped down one stream of cum down his throat. I thumbed away a trickle out of the corner of his mouth and felt a wave of tenderness wash over me as I watched his mouth struggle to fit around me.

"My beautiful Daniel," I breathed as I thrust into his wet mouth. "Take it all. I have so much to give you."

Daniel only answered with a choked, wet sob.

+

"It's rape."

I hissed and pulled away from him. Daniel hung in front of me. His voice was ragged. The last enema left him screaming.

"No it's not," I snapped as I reinserted the flexible tube rougher than I should. Daniel fidgeted as I forced it in higher until…

Daniel gave a half-sob as it settled against his prostate. That was my signal to start the slow stream of warm water. I backed away from the faucets, kept a hand on the hose and ducked under the chains to face him.

"God, don't do this," Daniel whimpered, closing his eyes. His cock twitched and like before, began to fill. He hiccupped and twisted weakly.

I rubbed my face on his growing erection, scrapping my teeth lightly on the spongy head. Pre-cum beaded in response.

"How is this," I ran my fingers under his scrotum, pinching the skin, pulling taut his sac. Daniel hardened further.

"How is this rape?" I spat out the last word.

Daniel moaned as the water tickled his colon. His left foot flexed. "I don't…ah…I don't want this."

"Liar." I mouthed his balls and felt him shiver. I swiped my tongue along the entire length. I pulled at the foreskin with my teeth. Hm, he wasn't circumcised. When he's stronger, I'll have to help Daniel fix that. I bit the pale flesh of his inner thigh, then licked the bloody mark. It dulled into pink pock marks like the others.

A sob. "I'd never…I'd never wanted this…"

"You came," I reminded him. "When you thought I left. You opened your legs and swallowed me whole when I returned." I stroked the sensitive skin around the base of his cock. "You looked so beautiful when you came inside me. You made love to me, Daniel. We made love to each other. You had wanted it." I smiled at Daniel's white pallor.

"It's only rape if you didn't enjoy it."

"I…I…" Daniel couldn't deny what his body did. A tear trickled down his face. "It was rape," Daniel whispered, his eyes cloudy as he looked past me. "All of it." He cried out when I swallowed him whole. I worked the hose, twisting as I felt his arousal growing in my mouth. When he came, I milked him dry, then kissed him deep so he could taste himself in my mouth.

"Not all of it," I smirked, licking my lips.

Daniel dropped his head and trembled. I couldn’t tell if the droplets by his feet were from the shower or him. It didn't matter. His bowels revolted again and I needed to start a new enema.

+

Four days after I returned, Daniel asked.

"Why?" he rasped. His breath caught when I stilled.

I sat back on my toes, still halfway in. Daniel sounded so confused, I pulled out completely, wiped myself clean. Daniel turned to lie on his right side to avoid looking at me.

I spooned behind him and Daniel stiffened. I wasn't done so my erection was still damp and hard, nestled comfortably between his cheeks.

"Why what?" I kissed a spot between his shoulder blades.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Daniel's voice broke halfway.

I rubbed my hand down his bare flank. So firm. So warm. Mine. He shifted then stilled when his bare skin brushed across mine.

"Why? Why take me here? Why…" Daniel choked. "Why rape me? Why? Why me?"

"It's not rape!" I slapped his buttocks hard and levered off the bed angrily. Why did he have to keep calling it that?

Daniel turned his head and looked over his shoulder at me with something close to pity.

"You took me. Against my will. Why did you think I fought you every step of the way?"

My lips curled to a sneer. "Fought? As in past tense? So you're not going to fight me any more?"

Daniel set his mouth and lowered his head back to the bed.

"He stopped looking, you know." I blurted it out before I could stop myself. Damn it.

Confused, Daniel looked at me again.

I stormed over to my duffel and grabbed the papers I printed out when I went into town for supplies and to check my email. I still had contacts on Cheyenne; oblivious contacts who thought I was in Alabama, missing everyone back on base.

I yanked out a black and white MALP photo and waved it in his face. Daniel's eyes widened as he could see the Colonel sitting around a campfire with several Tok'ra.

"SG-1 gated out two days ago for a three week mission," I smirked. "Apparently, the Tok'ra demanded your Colonel to drop everything and come see them."

Daniel stared at the photo. I snatched it away from his eyes when I realized he couldn't keep his eyes off a certain figure on the photo.

Daniel blinked, then looked at me blearily. He looked like he'd been physically slapped.

"You're lying."

I showed him a copy of the mission briefing. "He's still over there, Daniel. He's not coming back." He's not coming back for you. No one is.

Daniel squeezed his eyes shut. "Liar," he whispered.

I climbed behind him and pressed against him. Daniel choked when he felt me breaching him. He made a strangled noise as his anus stretched vainly to fit me. Even now, after all this time, I was too big for him. Glorious.

"No…" Daniel trembled as I fully sheathed myself in him. He wiggled, freezing when I groaned in approval.

"You're a liar, too," I whispered harshly as I jerked him off in time with my thrusts. When Daniel shuddered and spilled into my hands, I smeared my hand over his face so he could smell himself on me. A sob came over his shoulder.

"You're lying too," I went on as I slammed my hips hard into him. Daniel never moved, his eyes staring out past the bed. "If you call this rape."

I made him cum; in my fist, then in me. Daniel never spoke a word and just closed his eyes when I settled inside him and ordered him to sleep.

+

"Again!" I jabbed my fingers in deeper.

Daniel groaned. "Stop…I can't…" He winced.

His rectum squeezed around my fingers, but relaxed almost immediately. I swore and in my haste, prodded Daniel harder than I should. Daniel arched his back, arms pulling at the ties so abruptly, I thought he was going to pull his arms out.

"Again!" I kept my voice sharp. Daniel needed to keep doing the Kegels exercises and tighten up inside. His bowels were weakening and twice in three days he soiled himself before I fed him. The first time I beat him and stretched him out taut again in punishment. The second time I then knew he wasn't doing it on purpose. He wouldn't. Daniel knew what I would do to him if he was.

The Kegels supposed to strengthen the bowel muscles but Daniel fought me doing the exercises the last two days. I regretted tying him back up like this but he was just so uncooperative.

Daniel flexed again before he gasped, head dropping down on the bed. "N…no," he panted.

I stripped down and climbed up on the bed. Daniel's head shot up, his eyes wild.

"No! What are you—Son of a bitch!"

Daniel screamed as I breached him. I was breathing hard, staying as still as possible.

"Try again," I ordered.

The look he shot me was murderous. "Get…off…me."

"Try to push me out," I gave a small push inside and Daniel grunted. "Pretend you want me out."

"I won't have to pretend," Daniel bit out.

I braced myself as I felt Daniel's rectum spasm weakly. Just a few reps a day, I told myself. For his own good. He was soiling himself, smearing himself with the Colonel's filth from inside. I had to stop purging him because it seemed to make the problem worse; Daniel couldn't control his bowels.

"Such a good boy," I hissed as I felt him tighten around me. I gritted my teeth and gripped his hips, trying to still myself. "Again. Twenty more."

"Don't make me do this." Daniel sounded strained. I knew he must feel as tempted as me, snug inside him. "You son of a…why are you doing this to me?" he choked.

"Because," I panted. I could feel myself aching, leaking. My legs tremble with the strain. "I'm doing this for you."

"Liar. You're doing this for yourself," Daniel groaned. He flinched in pain and I groaned under my breath when I felt it root to tip. God.

"This is not for me," Daniel sobbed out. He hissed when my cock inadvertently slipped in deeper. "This is rape."

My blood boiled and instinctively, I shoved, hard. Daniel twitched, his limbs jittered as if I shot him with a taser and his cock begrudgingly filled.

I fondled his cock as I began to rock. Fuck the Kegels. Daniel twisted as I found his prostate and he panted as his hips jerked into my fists.

"No," I sneered when Daniel came.

"It's not."