I Thought He Was My Friend

Er...make that 20 chapters...with an epilogue. Sorry!
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It had been three days.

I crouched down by his head and brushed back his short bangs. His eyes stared through me like I wasn't there. A chill went down my spine.

"Baby," I said softly. His eyes flicked over to me then back to nothing. "Lunch time."

Daniel blinked then stirred as if he was trying to get up, but he couldn't. Again, I checked for fever. None and his eyes shut under my hand.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly. Daniel just looked past my shoulder. "Danny. Baby." I fought back the urge to shake him. He looked like glass; flawless skin that wouldn't pale or flush. Nothing. I stroked his newly shaven jaw with a knuckle.

He never said a word and just shakily rose to his feet with my help. I had to keep an arm around his waist, settling him on the toilet.

Daniel looked at me, his eyes dulling further and he silently reached up with his cuffed hands, unzipped me, sat back and opened his mouth.

Gently, like a baby with its bottle, I guided my dick to his mouth. Obediently, Daniel opened wider and closed his eyes as I slid in. I could feel him swallow dryly before his throat relaxed like I taught him and began to suckle.

I closed my eyes as well. This was what I wanted; feeding Daniel like this, him swallowing every drop, his hands on me to ensure I don't slip out. It was exactly what I wanted.

But it wasn't.

It felt too good though, his mouth moist and warm on my dick. I didn't pull out, let Daniel finish. He never flinched as his bowels twisted and emptied.

I didn't have to bind him any more. I kept him in cuffs but I didn't need to tie him to our bed any more or put on the shackles. He could barely stand. I usually have to scoop him up to take him into the bathroom and when it came time to do his Kegels, he just rolled on to his back and waited for me.

"Feels good, right?" I asked, spooned behind him. I stroked into him, my hand on his bony left hip as I woke him from his nap. Daniel seemed to be sleeping a lot lately. Daniel came silently, his cum dribbling down his belly to the bed.

I didn't think it would be this painful to see him like this, to feel him pleasure me than fight me. I kissed his bare shoulder, rubbed his concave stomach. There must be something.

"Let's go outside," I suggested, still massaging his abdomen. It felt hollow and I wondered if maybe I needed to feed him again. He ate everything I gave him now, but it didn't look like it was enough. "Let's go outside, Daniel. Under the stars. Your place."

I could feel his stomach tighten in anticipation.

Encouraged, I nibbled on his ear. "You tasted so sweet out there. So tight around me. It was good out there. WE were good out there." I sat up and tugged at him. Our special place. Yes. Daniel would like that.

"No," Daniel suddenly rasped. His breathing quickened and he rolled on to his back. "No. Not…" He swallowed.

I hadn't heard his voice for so long, I almost missed what he said. I shook my head. "It was good out there for us. Come on, if you can't walk, I can carry—"

Daniel surprised me by grabbing my jacket. "No, no, no…not there…" Daniel choked. "H…here, Frank."

It was the first time he was asking me. My breath caught and I captured his hands. Daniel flinched but he didn't pull away.

Daniel looked at me, his eyes wide, almost fearful. I couldn't understand why and massaged his hands.

"You know I'll make it good for you," I reassured him. I always made sure he cum. He was beautiful when he did, body arching out towards me, limbs dancing under the throes of orgasm.

"Frank…I…" Daniel looked wretched. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Not out there. Please," he whispered brokenly.

"It's about HIM, isn't it?" I snarled. Again, the Colonel intruded between us. Furious, I surged to my feet, grabbing at his cuffs. Daniel jerked, tumbling out of the bed, his arms stretched out from his cuffs. He fell hard on his knees. "Get up!"

"No, it's n…not about him!" Daniel's voice cracked from lack of use. "It's…it's his place. Not ours! Here!" Daniel sat, his bare legs folded awkwardly under him.

"Lying bitch!" I snapped. "Get up!" I yanked hard enough to draw blood.

Daniel tugged weakly at his arms. "No! This…this is our place." Daniel pressed up against our bed.

I stared down at him. "Show me!" I demanded.

Daniel's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open in shock.

I growled under my breath. I knew he was lying. I was going to purge the hell out of him after I showed him I was the only one who would fuck him there.

Daniel clawed at my pants, helping himself stand. I stilled when I felt his hands shaking lightly on my chest. He swallowed with some difficulty before he leaned towards me and placed his lips over mine.

I stood there, frozen, as I felt him kiss me, his tongue shyly probing my lips. I groaned and pulled Daniel flushed to me, opening my mouth to let him in.

Daniel's breath stuttered before he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I deepened the kiss as my hands greedily roamed down Daniel's naked back.

"Tell me," I hissed as I gnawed on his lower lip. Never. We'd never kissed, not without our mouths wet with each other's cum. Daniel's pure taste was intoxicating, sweet and had the flavor of innocence that he alluded when I first met him but it wasn't enough. He stood there in my arms, his arms folded between us, still as I pinched and gripped every part I could reach.

"Show me, Daniel," I rasped. "Show me this isn't about him."

"Here, Frank," Daniel breathed as he kissed my throat. Sweet touches that made me shudder. I grounded my clothed crotch against his groin. Daniel's breath caught and he stuttered. "S…stay here."

"Not good enough," I hissed as I rubbed hard against him. Daniel strained in my hold, his hips knocking against me, his lean body curved back against me. I could feel his need for me vibrating up his spine. I followed it with a finger until I reached the top of his cleft. His knees knocked together and barely kept him upright. Daniel gasped when I dipped my finger between his cheeks and roughly pried them apart with my thumbs. I exposed his vulnerable hole to the air and he shivered deliciously against me.

"Tell me." I demanded, kneading those firm globes of flesh in my hands. I dug my nails in deep. Mine. "Tell me!"

Daniel, with shaking inexperienced hands, reached for my fly. Long fingers touched me, curled around my shaft. The delicate and inexperienced hands of a new lover. My cock sprang forth in his hands immediately.

"Fuck me," Daniel's voice trembled. "Fuck me here."

I snarled, my hands clawing his ass cheeks wider apart and pressed him to me. I felt him unzipping my jacket slowly. Too slow. I shoved him down on his back to the bed and straddled him as I hurriedly shed my jacket and shirt.

Daniel looked at me with a frightened expression.

"Tell me you want this," I ordered as I stepped out of my pants. I hissed when Daniel curled his hands cautiously around me and began to stroke me.

"I w…want this," Daniel whispered, not looking at me. He faltered when he saw my cock swelled further and began leaking in his hands. A nervous sob and his voice dropped. "Here. I want this h…here."

I impatiently pushed apart his thighs, shoved a pillow under his hip, and lined myself to his opening.

"W…wait…" Daniel looked scared. "Lube…I…I…ah!" He arched his back when I pushed two fingers in.

"All you had was me," I snarled. I scissored inside roughly. Daniel choked, his legs twitching as I shoved them in deeper. "You're loose enough for me."

Daniel shook his head. "W…wait…" Daniel hissed, turning his head as I pressed my throbbing dick to his entrance.

"Tell me you want this," I snarled as I pushed roughly, halfway in with a single stroke.

"I…" Daniel sucked in his breath. "I want this." He opened his legs wider, but it probably still hurt when I kept forcing myself in.

"Yes," I breathed out. "You want this. You asked for it." My breath whooshed out when I was completely in. Daniel moaned, his head thrown back. He panted as I began to move.

His ass clutched me possessively. He was so tight, delicious as I pounded into him. Daniel groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as I leaned in. I grabbed his legs on either side of me, squeezing them against me and Daniel understood. He wrapped his legs around me and crossed his ankles behind my back. Yeees. I bite his nipples, my hips snapping forward. The bed jumped and groaned as we rocked into the bed.

"So good," I growled into his ear. Daniel gasped as I pounded into him. "Open wider for me. That's it. Knew…knew you missed this feeling. Wanted my cock…wanted me in you. Wanted it hard and deep. I can feel you around me. Does this feel good? This what you wanted?"

Daniel pressed his face into my neck, mewling as I rammed in as hard as I could; just like he wanted. I could feel his hips trying to match pace, his breath stuttering against my throat.

"So tight," I taunted. Daniel flushed furiously. "I'm in you every day and you're still tight. We fit perfectly."

Daniel's hands batted weakly against me, urging me on. Harder. Faster.

It was an uncontrollable feeling. Daniel kissed and nibbled my throat, gasping and whimpering as I pistoned into him. It wasn't enough. I could feel him hungering for more, his cock swollen and trapped between our bodies. His legs tighten around me, pulling me in deeper and I rewarded him with a series of thrusts that left him gasping, his eyes tearing. I slammed into him and felt something warm spilled between us. He came before me but I wasn't far behind.

"He can't give you this," I groaned, sinking deep into his wet heat. "Oh yeah…baby, feel you coming again. You like this. Like my dick in you deep. He can't make you feel like this." I heard Daniel's whimper before the musky smell of his cum splashed between us again. "That's right." I gritted my teeth and tried to increase my pace for my Daniel. He groaned with each thrust. "So good. You feel so fucking…knew we would be good together…Mine…min—ah!"

Daniel shuddered when I filled him with hard jets of cream, warm cum gushing out of his hole when I pulled out. I didn't move off him, my body crushing him to the bed.

"You wanted this," I reminded him, panting. "You asked me to fuck you here."

"Yes," Daniel whispered. He breathed hard against me. He did nothing, squeezing his eyes shut, grunting as I breached him once more.

I found my pace again and ignored the warm liquid I could now feel coating my cock. "You came," I sneered, grabbing his face between my hands so I could stick my tongue down his throat. We parted, gasping for air. "You came. This isn't rape." I pounded into him triumphantly.

"No," Daniel agreed hoarsely. A tear escaped his closed eyes and he turned his face away. His next words were so low, I think I heard him wrong,

"This is worse."

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"You want this." I sank into him.

Daniel was bent facedown over our bed, arms stretched out like in a cross.

I ran my hands up and down his arms. I wanted to take him again by the docks. But Daniel was so wanton. He went down on me, licking and sucking until I threw him over the bed. He begged me to fuck him here. I flipped him to his stomach and took him. He cried out in ecstasy, his ass bobbing up in the air. My perfect slut.

"You want this," I rammed in harder to prove a point. I bit his shoulder. "Knew you were a slut. Can't even wait to get outside," I sneered. God, his ass felt like wet heaven. "Like my cum fill you up?" I slipped my hand between the bed and his body. Daniel made a sound when I grabbed his stomach. I squeezed the small swell.

"I'm in you," I whispered. "You drank me like milk. You take me in your mouth every day. You can barely swallow anything else." I leaned closer to his ear.

"I love feeding you, Danny," I mouthed his ear lobe. "I love you letting me take care of you like that. Love how you drink me up. Love how I taste? I love how you taste."

A soft sob broke out of Daniel.

"I'm inside you every which way," I rasped into his ear. I pressed his stomach, reminding him.

"I bet you can taste me still."

The choked off sound from Daniel told me I was right.

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"He never told anyone," I said casually as I zipped up.

Daniel coughed, but he didn't spit out. He wouldn't dare. Blearily, he looked at me from the toilet as he struggled to swallow.

I understood the question in his eyes. "The Colonel," I added. "Said you were beaten. Robbery."

Daniel's face shuttered. "Ja…He was trying to protect me." Daniel flinched when I pulled him to his feet.

I tsked at the shit clinging to his legs. "Such a filthy bitch. Come on, have to clean you." Daniel looked wretched as I hung him on his binds and turned on the shower.

"He was embarrassed," I corrected Daniel. I wiped him down front and back. "He didn't want people to know we were lovers."

"We were never—" Daniel bit his lower lip as I ran a soapy hand around his groin. "He was trying to protect me."

I smiled smugly as Daniel hardened. I probed his opening with the hose, slipping it in until Daniel gasped and his cock swelled even more.

"Think he'll want to protect you now if he sees you like this?" I asked huskily before engulfing him whole.

Daniel jerked in his chains, moaning as I sucked on his dick, rotating and sliding the hose in him. As warm water started to fill him and pre-cum began weeping from his cock, I could see he knew the answer to my question when he came into my mouth.