I Thought He Was My Friend

He was shivering. I startled him when I draped my SGC jacket over him. Daniel jumped and whipped around.

"You looked cold," I explained as I changed into my civies. The jacket swam on him. Daniel sat with his knees folded underneath him on our bed and my jacket covered his groin.

Daniel fingered the jacket. He could probably smell me lingering on the fabric. He looked surprised but burrowed deeper into it regardless.

"Thank you," he rasped.

I went over and leaned in. Daniel started to shrink back then tentatively opened his mouth. I sucked on his tongue, swallowed his breath, before pulling back reluctantly.

"Going into town," I said to Daniel's impassive face. I slipped my hand between his legs and fingered the soft genitals hiding behind the jacket. Daniel sat there, looking past my shoulder. His cock hardened in my hands. He didn't move as I squeezed and stroked.

"Going to have to tie you back up," I said regretfully. Daniel's warm cum spilled into my hand. I made sure he watched as I licked my fingers cleaned.

"Where would I even go?" Daniel replied in a dull, listless voice. He dropped his head.

He looked so dejected. I fingered his hair, petted him. "I'm sorry," I said sincerely. I looked at the painful stripes of sores on his ankles and wrists. The cuffs and shackles kept rubbing into them and bled every so often.

"How about I tie them just to the cuffs?" I suggested.

Daniel blinked and looked at me, startled.

I smiled gently before I looped the ropes through the chains. Daniel kept staring at me.

"Okay?"

His smile was heartbreaking to revel in. "Okay," he said hoarsely. "Thank you."

I leaned over him, pulling the jacket off him. I pushed him down on our bed, my other hand undoing my fly. His eyes were wide and scared.

I smirked at him, grinding my crotch over his soft genitals. "You really want to thank me?"

I left to hike to my car. My cock was pleasantly sore and I left with an arousing image of Daniel slumped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in an orgasmic stupor, our cum cooling on our bed, my cum drying on his mouth and thighs.

On impulse, I picked up a book I thought Daniel might like to read out on the docks. I wanted to go back out there one more time. That night still made my groin ached. I'd tried suggesting it four times already, but Daniel wanted for us to make love on our bed instead. I couldn't deny him and remembering how his legs wrapped around me as I drilled into him made me half hard.

The general store, as usual, was empty. Tourist season was long over. I didn't have to wait long before it was my turn at the register to pay for my supplies.

Carly greeted me hello again with a flutter of her eyelashes. I wanted to laugh. She was so transparent. I might have been interested if I wasn't already with Daniel.

She eyed my purchases, face falling when she saw again I was buying for two, but she said nothing as she handed back my change.

I checked my money. It was time to get to the bank again. I didn't want to use my credit card and judging by the dwindling hand roll of twenties, I needed to use my alias' card soon to get cash. Counting quickly the crumpled wad of change, I froze at one bill.

It was old, wrinkled, and gone through many hands already, but that's not what caught my eye. Around the border, in careful blue ink, uneven handwriting tried to disguise itself along the border of the bill. But squinting, I could read the line before it turned a corner clockwise.

'Help. Hostage. Call Jack O'Neill.'

A phone number and the seventh chevron were irregularly scrawled. The handwriting of a person trying to write in the dark, too weak to hold a pen steady.

I thought back when Daniel could have gotten into my things. It was two days after I'd loosen the ties on Daniel. I spooned behind him every night in my uniform, my wallet, firmly in my back pocket. He could have gotten a pen any of the times I sat there, sketching him sleeping in bed. I used to like to insert it in him, tease that secret nub inside and wake him by stabbing it. He looked beautiful, waking up half hard, confused, already writhing to cum.

I turned back sharply to Carly, but she didn't notice me nor did she give any indication she saw what was on the bill.

Quickly, I scanned my wallet and found two more.

'Call Jack.'

'Call Jack.'

Bitch.

I rammed the money back into my jeans, practically threw my stuff in the back of my car. Barely checking my mirrors, I pealed out of town.

BITCH.

I left my bags in the car, parking it back in my hiding place and hiked quickly to our cabin. I paid no attention to the twigs whipping past my face. Fury choked me. All I could think about was while I held Daniel every night to sleep, the traitorous whore must have picked my pocket and wrote his SOS on my money in hopes of my next visit into town.

Daniel's head shot up when I kicked door open. His eyes were huge and he was speechless. All I could see was he was sitting up on the edge of our bed.

"Bitch!"

Daniel never had a chance to ask what happened. I grabbed him by the shoulders, ripped the jacket off his body and slammed him down on our bed.

"Frank, wha—" Daniel's head whipped back when I backhanded him again and again. He struggled to sit up.

"Fucking whore!" The next hit slammed him against the bed post at the foot of the bed. He dropped to our bed. Weakly, he raised his hands, guarding his head. I slapped his hands away and straddled him as I tugged my jeans to my hips.

"Frank! Stop! Oh God, wha—You're…you're hurting me! Stooop—"

I didn't give him a chance to answer. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think I wouldn't know?" I threw the three twenties at him.

I…I couldn't remember what happened next. All I could feel was Daniel's warm body under me, how it flopped helplessly under my maniac pounding. Daniel's pained cries were lost to the blood roaring in my ears. I could feel his hands clawing at my thighs, his legs jerked and spasm, but it didn't completely registered. Traitorous bitch! Cock sucking slut! All I've done for him and he still couldn't forget him! All I could think was he was mine, I own him, no one was taking him away from me!

The heat around my dick grew slicker, Daniel's struggles intensified and it only added to my sense of his betrayal. The bed yielded under my ramming, Daniel's body felt like nothing underneath me, and when I emptied myself in him, I felt I marked my ownership once and for all. I collapsed over Daniel and everything went dark.

I woke to the sound of whimpering. Disoriented, I blinked, aware I was on my belly, naked waist down, staring at the dark quilt inches from my nose.

And Daniel was whimpering by my ear.

Oh God.

I stumbled back and Daniel, with his cuffs still tied to our bed, pulled his legs up and curled fetal on top of the bed.

Whimpering. Bleeding. So much blood streaming down his legs.

"Daniel," I breathed, dismayed. I touched his shoulder and Daniel flinched. Even that bought him pain and he moaned.

"W…what did I do?" Daniel could barely speak, teeth chattering. His eyes begged me as I turned his head.

I thumbed away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't understand…" he wheezed. I straightened his legs and he arched off the bed, crying out. "H…hurts…no…F…frank…what?"

The bills strewed around his head like a prostitute's payment reminded me and I snatched back my hands. My remorse shattered and my rage returned. "Fucking whore!" I slammed my arms down on either side of him and waved the bills in my fist. Daniel's bloodshot eyes widened in terror when he saw them. He wasn't even going to deny it.

"I got one back with my change," I snarled. Daniel paled, ashen, his lips bloodless. "Found the others in my wallet. How many of these did you do? HOW MANY?"

"Only three! Only—" Daniel thrashed as I clawed at his anus, slipping the money then my hand inside. "No! Ah God! It was just three! I didn't…please! STOOOP!"

I bunched my hand, fisting the money inside him and gave my arm a twist. Daniel howled, his arms flailing and punching with mindless frenzy.

"All I've done for you…" I hissed as I rotated my fist, then shoved. "Ungrateful, disloyal, slut!"

"I did it before! Oh God! Frank, stop! STOOOP! It was only three!" Daniel convulsed. He'd stopped trying to hit me. His cuffed hands now tried to grab my hand to pull it out. "Please! You're hurting me!" he sobbed. "It was before! I…I…"

"What do you mean before?" I demanded, stilling my fist to which Daniel sobbed out in relief. "Before what?"

Daniel could barely speak, gulping, gasping, crying, before he managed out, "Before…before you said…you loved me."

Oh God, baby.

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to so much. I flexed my hand. "How many of these you do?"

"Three." Daniel hiccupped, his eyes screwed tight in agony.

"Only three?" I flexed my fist again. That meant that one bill had gone around unnoticed after all.

Daniel couldn't speak any more. He nodded but even that seem to hurt.

"Baby…" I murmured, dismayed. Carefully, I removed my hand, extracted the bills. My hand came out bloody. I slipped my hands around his shaking shoulders. I didn't know what to say.

Daniel kept babbling he was sorry, that he never tried again, that he wouldn't try again because I told him I loved him.

I wanted to believe him; that he finally saw the truth, but…it was hard.

"Never again?" I tested.

Still choking in agony, Daniel could only nod.

I brush my hand across his sweat dampened hair. "I want to believe you. That you won't try to leave."

Daniel made a hard effort to open his eyes. "Frank," he whimpered.

I drew him close and felt my insides knotted as he shook.

"I believe you."

Daniel sagged against me. "I wouldn't…" Daniel moaned.

"H…hurts…"

I closed my eyes. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I just…I just got so mad…" I kissed the tears still coming down his face. I looked at my right hand and grimaced. My fist was streaked with blood and feces. His bowels revolted when I fisted him.

Daniel whimpered in pain, barely able to lift his head as I scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom. He couldn't even hang on the chains. Daniel hurt too much, legs quaking as he bled blood and feces. I laid him on the shower floor and he stayed in a fetal position as I purged him. I didn't have to hold him down. Daniel didn't fight the hose as I inserted it up his rectum. It took forever and by the time I was done, he was barely conscious.

He was slumped in my arms and I carried him back to the bed. He was so light now; I walked gingerly, fearing any jarring movement might shatter him.

"Frank," Daniel rasped. "I wasn't…trying to leave…"

"No," I whispered as I shed my clothing and lay down next to him. "Not to him. Not with me in you." I placed a possessive hand in his belly. Mine. "Not when you cum in me." I took his hand and placed it over my crotch. "You won't leave me, Daniel. Who can you go to? No one's looking for you."

I think it was relief that I believed him that made him cry; deep, shuddering sobs that shook his body. I rolled him to lie halfway on my chest. I looked at Daniel intensely.

"Show me," I said huskily. "Show me I can trust you."

Daniel closed his eyes and swallowed. Then, he painstakingly straddled me.

When he was done, he collapsed over me, ass convulsing over my cock, our combined cum and his blood dribbling down the bed to the floor.