The Spork Phic

"Dan I'm hungry, I'm gonna go grab something to eat." I said.
"Ok sure Phil but I'll have mine a little later thought." He replied.
I left the living room to get myself some pasta but I wouldn't stop wondering why Dan said he would wait. We always eat together and watch anime. Something's different.

I came back with my pasta and sat next to Dan. I lifted my spork and shovelled small pieces of deliciousness into my mouth as i watched the flickering images on the TV. But i saw in the corner of my eye that Dan wasn't watching the anime...but he was watching me. Me and nothing but me. I didn't say anything and carried on eating. It was strange yet pleasuring. I finished my pasta and went to my room to rest my eyes. Questions swam through my head. Why did Dan wait to eat? Why was he watching me as if he was mezmerized? But if I had to admit, I kinda liked him paying a lot of attention to me.

I was wocken up by the sound of a whisper. I turned my head to see Dan, yet again, staring at me.
"You're finally awake, my darling Phil." He said quietly in my ear. I tried to get up but something was stopping me. I looked down to see all of my body tied to the dining table. I tried to break free but they were too tight. I also noticed that i was completely naked.
"Don't move, Philly. Stay still and this will be easier for me."
What did he mean by that?
"What are you doing Dan? This isn't normal."
"But Phil, didn't you say that normalness leads to sadness? Hahaha..." He said teasing me. He then moved over to where i was and he slowly pulled down his trousers, exposing his erect penis. He climbed ontop of me, his legs knealing on both sides of my head. He started ramming himself deep into my mouth. Dan started off slow and gradually became faster. Each time his dick smacked against the roof of my mouth. I could see the sweat forming on his forehead.
"You don't know how long I've waited to do this." Dan said as he came in my mouth. I spat the fluid out and it dripped onto the table. Dan got off of me and for the first time in our lives, he hit me. Dan had smacked my face. I looked up  him, tears in my eyes, as I watched our friendship smash into pieces.
"I'll be right back. Don't make a goddamn noise." He said firmly. My face still hurt by the time he came back.

There was something in his hand. Something small and round, with prongs on the end. My spork, the one I had eaten pasta with. He came closer to me as he whipped his shirt off.
"Why...Dan" I pleaded for him to let me go but that just made the whole situation worse.
He came close to where I was laying and he raised one hand with the spork inside and he drove it hard and swiftly right into my arm. It was utter agony and i could feel blood oozing out of my flesh. Dan then started to drag the utensile downwards, still dug deep in my arm. I yelped in pain.
"Dan...please" I whimpered but Dan's reaction was to cover my mouth with his hand.
"Shut the fuck up." He snapped.
He then pulled the spork out of my battered arm and he climed back on top of me. He then forced his head into my neck, biting me. The pain was unbearable. I just wanted it to end.
"Do you want to know why I waited for lunch, Phil?" Dan asked me.
I said nothing, trying to fight back the tears.
Dan whispered "So that I could finally taste you...
My tiny cinnamon roll...