The Sandwich Fic

Dinner Time

"Dan?" Phil called for me, we'd been living together for a while, so I was used to him blurring me for something or other. I didn't know where he was, though. He wasn't in the kitchen, or the living room.
"Where the fuck are you?" I'd had a long day and I was too tired to look.
"In the bedroom."
Huffing and puffing, I pushed open the door of the bedroom and I saw Phil lying on the bed. It was unusual because I didn't see his usual colourful shirt and jeans: I saw his naked body, his penis only covered by a blanket.
"Uhm, Phil? I'll, uh, come back later if you want?" I was so fucking embarrassed that I saw Phil like I did, but he didn't look fazed. Instead, his eyes looked upon me, imagining me as he was, naked on the bed.
"Oh no Dan, now is the exact time I want you. Come." His voice sounded commanding, and slightly sexy. I didn't want to feel like this about Phil. We were friends, nothing more. I didn't want to ruin my life with Phil. I sat on the bed, carefully trying to avoid sitting on his dick.
"Oh, Daaaaan?" His voice was sing-song like and cute. "Take it off, baby."
"Baby? What the fuck Phil, are you stoned?" I tried to sound disgusted, but I was tempted. Slowly but surely, I pulled off my shirt, trying to stare at the wall instead of at my naked friend.
"That's good. Now we really should do something about these skinny jeans."
"Wait-" I stopped as I realised how hard my dick was feeling. I didn't know what had happened to every ounce of my heterosexuality this morning. Had a bird flown in and taken it all away?
"Wait for what?"
"Oh, nothing. Just please don't speak of this to anyone."
"I won't baby." He had a devilish look in his eyes but I decided to let that slide - for now anyway. My jeans slipped down to my ankles and my boxers began to bulge. I did away with those too, standing completely naked in front of Phil.
"Dan? How much do you know about anal sex?"
"Uhhhhhh..." I hesitated. I really didn't want Phil to find out about the porn I had been watching.
"I know, I know. Do you want anal sex?"
"Phil..."
"I won't do anything to you that you don't want."
"I-I do. But isn't it a little soon? Are we even dating?
"Yes, we are."
I lay on the bed face down, not before I had filled my ass up with lube. As much porn as I had watched, I didn't know what was go nag to happen or how much pain I'd actually be in. I fiddled with the blanket uncertainly, as Phil climbed in top of me, running his hands through my hair.
"We can stop whenever you want." His reassurance was calming until I felt it. His dick was at the top of my ass, and it felt nice, as if it was a piece of the puzzle that had been missing for years. But as he thruster harder, I didn't like it as much. I gritted my teeth together, trying not to make a sound. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I'd always been the dominant one every time I fucked a girl. My fists were clenched as with a final thrust from Phil, I felt it. The pain as his cock ground down and hit the spot I'd never felt being hit before. I liked it, but I groaned loudly, throwing my face deep into the pillow. The pain became a throbbing part of me as it faded, not before I had let out another tiny moan. His dick continued to push. Then I felt a second extreme pain as his penis exploded inside me, whitish liquid filling me up and spilling over onto Phil's bedsheets. I moaned again, but louder this time.
"Fucking hell Phil. Who else have you fucked in the ass like that?"
"Oh, I've been saving myself for you, Dan baby." He sounded seductive yet proud that he had done a good job.
His dick withdrew from my ass, cum still staining it. I was about to get up before I felt his tongue enter me. It was soft yet powerful, as he moaned with pleasure while tasting his fluid inside me. He rolled me over, tasting my cock in his mouth. He pushed it in deeper and deeper, his lips rolling over my skin tenderly. Oh, Phil. He was always the innocent one, but his ability to suck dicks didn't make sense. I gritted my teeth again as I realised how close I was, but I decided not to call any warnings out until I had ejaculated inside his mouth. He moaned again, but my dick muffled the sound.
"Dan, you taste good. So good." His eyes had that evil glint to the, again, as he left the room and went downstairs.
He came back a few minutes later with bread and butter.
"After all that buttsex, I'm starved." He sounded so pleased with himself by the fact he had managed to bring up a knife, bread and a tub of butter. I realised, after a while, that he'd forgotten the sandwich filling. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Oh my god Phil, you forgot the fucking filling. Do you want me to go and get it?"
"Dan, baby, I don't want a normal filling, I want something else, something special. Something from you."
"Oh?" I was scared he was going to ask me to cum in the sandwich, but I kept a straight face, or so I thought. Phil's devilish grin grew in size. I was feeling uncomfortable now, especially after realising it wasn't a butter knife he had brought. This blade was bigger, longer and sharper. The silvery glint shone in my eyes. His hands moved quickly, scraping butter out of the tub and onto the bread. I stared at his hands and imagined them touching my member and letting it explode into his hands before licking them. With that thought, my dick began to rise. Phil noticed, his eyes gleaming.
"You tasted so good, baby. I wish I could eat you."
"What?" My concern rapidly increased to outright terror as Phil's hands wrapped around the blade, bringing it closer and closer to my body. Then I screamed as I heard the slice.
My teeth were gritted so tightly I heard the screeching sound of them biting together. My knuckles had whitened because I had squeezed them so hard. Blood flowed into a puddle on the floor, my dick in Phil's hands as he hurriedly finished the sandwich he was making, then I realised his plans. Phil wanted to eat my penis. And I was going to die in mere minutes. I embraced the pain, feeling nostalgic for the places I can never go to, things I can never do. I couldn't even die in peace, because Phil was bringing the sandwich closer to me.
"Eat, my baby, eat your last meal. I'm not going to starve you on your deathbed, am I?" I watched, my eyes widening as I continued to bleed out. Phil placed the sandwich to his lips, and ate. He smiled as he finished his half of the sandwich, but I was feeling sick. I wanted this to end. I wanted my murderer to leave and let me embrace the pain and the terrors of death in peace.
"Dan, you taste so fucking good. Eat up." I barely registered the fact that Phil swore because the pain levels had risen and continued to rise.
I took a bite of the sandwich, already feeling sick. I was about to eat my own cock, my own baby-making lovestick disguised as a rod of pleasure. It wasn't nice. The skin peeled away in my mouth as I chewed, sticking to the inside of my throat. Then I tasted the blood inside my penis, the clots warming and melting inside my mouth. My face contorted as I tried to swallow, the head of my cock getting caught in the back of my throat. I jammed the whole thing down, gulping and crying as I ate my own dick. I didn't like it. I hated everything, especially the taste the higher up my cock I chewed. I ate, for Phil. I had to do one last thing for him. My bled-out non-existent stump of a penis almost finished killing me when the last bite of the sandwich that had physically ended my life entered my gullet. This food wouldn't even have time to digest. What a lovely teatime snack - a dick sandwich.
"Good, good. I love you Dan. The taste was worth it, wasn't it?" Phil purred, staying in the room as the life began to leave my body.
I finally blacked out for good.