He gives Steve a taste of his own medicine

Oh, fuck this. Steve wants to play like that? Fine Two can play at that game.

I went right for the other rubber cock, slotting my gag around it and sucking hard. I don't have any experience at giving head, but Steve immediately let out a pained moan as something spicy and delicious filled my mouth. I was confused until I spied a white smear on Steve's leg; he'd cum recently. The valve in the feeding thing was open.

Hey, whatever advantage I could press, right?

Steve pulled back, gasping as I drank my fill. The gruel wasn't bad, actually; kind of like a very liquid curry. But I'd barely gotten to have any when he barrelled into me, yanking me off the cock and pinning me to the ground. He glared at me furiously.

Okay, fair; I had been hurting him. But he'd started it! He wanted to do just what I had -- he wanted to do worse, since he wanted to suck me off first! I was going to wait out the night but this guy, my supposed friend, had betrayed me. What did he expect?

Steve was a lot bigger and stronger than me, but he also apparently didn't know how to pin someone properly, because I was in the perfect position to knee him in the balls. Which I did. He collapsed; I rolled out from under him, pulled the rubber dick I'd been sucking from its socket in the feeding pipe, and ran into the hall, squeezing it hard. Of course, he ran after me.

Steve was furious and disoriented with pain. He didn't notice the uneven floorboard that I'd been automatically stepping over for months in the house, tripped on it, and flew straight into the small bathroom. I slammed the door behind him and utilised yet another small bathroom inconvenience he didn't know about; the fact that the door locked on the outside, but not the inside.

There. That distraction was dealt with. I replaced the rubber dick and got back to eating... but no gruel came out. The five minutes must have elapsed. Damn.

I got to the business of making him cum again. Judging from the incoherent pleading from the bathroom and thumping against the door, Steve hadn't fully recovered from last time yet, but I kept at it and after about fifteen minutes the valve opened once more. I ate my fill and then went, finally, to sleep.