I Thought He Was My Friend

Morning came and I woke up with the sun glaring in my face. I jolted up when I realized Daniel was gone. The bed was still warm so he just left. I leapt out of bed. I saw Daniel, barely standing, blood down his thighs, hunched over the phone, shaking.

I caught one word. “Jack.” I flew into a rage. Daniel dropped the phone and I could hear the Colonel hollering in the phone. I grabbed Daniel before he could run out the door. I didn’t wait. As soon as his body hit mine,
I slammed him over the dining table and in him without paused.

Daniel screamed, screamed for me to stop, screamed for Jack. Disloyal bitch. The more he cried out for Jack, the more I pounded into him. The table jittered, the dishes on top jumping. Daniel kept trying to push off but I slammed him on the table. I told him it was too late. I got here first. No one else would touch him. Only one person could be first and that was me.

The Colonel was still yelling in the phone, Daniel was still whimpering for him. I was furious. I took Daniel first. My dick was up his ass. I listened to him pine for the Colonel, I was patient with him. And it wasn’t my name he was calling out.

I grabbed the phone receiver, the Colonel screaming he was on his way. I laughed as I pinned Daniel down on the table. He was going to be too late.

“You want the Colonel, Daniel?” I hissed. “You can have him.”

I knew I fucked Daniel loose, but it did take a little work before the narrow receiver would breach Daniel.
Bet the Colonel’s wondering what that sound was.

Daniel screamed, high and in agony as the plastic piece only slightly thicker than a dildo, breached him. Once I felt it in, I bent over Daniel’s ear because he might not be able to hear me with all that sniveling.

“You want Jack, Danny boy? Let me give you Jack.” I shoved hard and the phone went all the way in.

Daniel screamed “Nooo!” and the Colonel’s buzzing voice cut off once the phone went into Daniel’s stretched, bleeding rectum.

I was shouting louder than Daniel, spitting out how this was the only way Jack was going in him. I told Daniel he was mine. I rammed the phone with his precious Jack up his ass, holding it by the ear piece end.

My cock filled as I heard the wet sounds of the phone slipping in and out. The Colonel was still screaming in the phone, silenced only when the phone went into Daniel again.

After a bit, I pulled the phone out and let the bloody piece of plastic fall to the carpet. Daniel was whimpering pitifully and the sound just went down to my cock. I flipped him around, climbed into the table and shoved my dick down his throat.

Daniel gagged, writhing as I repeatedly thrust into that wet mouth of his. I grabbed him by the throat and felt my cock as it rutted his mouth. I squeezed so I could feel myself and Daniel flailed, weakly clawing me. His tears trickled down to my hands and I cooed to him if he stopped fighting me, it would be better.

After a moment, I realized Daniel stopped screaming and I pulled out. Daniel silently dropped to the floor. To my horror, I realized my cock was covered in blood. Daniel’s ass was a torn mess. He laid lifeless under me, his head turned to the left, his eyes half-lidded and blank. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

I think…I think I killed him.

I grabbed my clothes and put them on, cleaning everything that might implement me. I spared Daniel a glance. But he wasn’t moving still.

A pang of regret, I stooped down to Daniel and kissed the top of his head. His hair felt soft.

“I’m sorry, Daniel,” I murmured and I left the scene, slipping into the stairwell just as I heard the elevator dinged.