Saving my best friend [MF] [Lactation] [Light bondage]

I took a sip of my ice cold drink before enjoying the sound of the ice cubes clinking as I swirled the drink in the glass.

It had been a good day, a little shopping in the morning, and checking the clock on the wall, my best friend in the world, Liam, would be here soon.

Some people thought it odd that a boy and girl, now in our twenties, could be such good friends without anything going on, but we’d been friends since we first went to Kindergarten. We’d been there for one another through everything. I mean, yeah, we’d done the ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours’ that one time when we were very young, but that had been it. We’d been friends for so long that neither of us thought about each other in any other way.

It was great for both of, we had that natural friendship where we could say anything, we’d talked about our girlfriends and boyfriends, our first times, (he’d been first, the dog!), pretty much anything.

I went through my apartment and sat on the couch, picking up and flicking through a magazine.

After a few minutes I heard a knock followed by a key in the door, and Liam stepped inside, (of course he had a key!).

“Hi Liam!, I’m in here!” I shouted.

A few seconds later he came in and sat in a chair opposite me. I could sense there was something wrong immediately. Normally he’d have crashed onto the couch next to me, and he was looking down, not returning my gaze.

“Hi Sara.” His voice was flat, missing his usual tone of excitement, as if everything amused him somehow.

“What’s wrong? Liam, what is it?” I asked, filled with concern.

“You know how I’ve been feeling a bit tired lately, so I made an appointment to see the Doctor. Well I just had it.”

I felt a hole open up in my stomach, I’d thought he was just tired, needed some vitamins or something, but it was obvious it was something more serious.

“I’m sick, some kind of imbalance, I kinda zoned out when the Doctor was explaining the science. But it’ll get worse, I’ll be tired almost all the time, like a permanent fatigue.”

I moved, starting to get up and go to him, to comfort him. But he waved his hand, indicating he wanted me to stay. I thought maybe he needed space, so I remained seated.

I could feel tears beginning to form behind my eyes. “Isn’t there a cure, some medicine you can take?”

Liam shook his head. “It’s too rare, there’s nothing I can take to cure it. The… the only…”

He stopped, taking a deep breath, still not looking at me.

“What, what is it Liam?” I could sense there was more.

“There’s one treatment, but… it’s complicated.”

“Tell me, if it’s expensive I’ll help, I’ll do anything for you. You’re my best friend in the world.”

His feet shuffled, as if he was nervous. Why would he be nervous?

“There was a trial, they found that a certain drug mixed with a woman’s natural breast milk would stop the disease, reverse it even.” He said quietly.

So that was it, yeah, kinda unusual and I could understand him talking about breast milk might be weird, but it was a cure!

“Well great! I’m sure there must be somewhere online we can buy the milk, mix in the drug, and we’ll get you better in no time!”. You can get pretty much anything online nowadays!

He cleared his throat, not sharing my exuberance. “It’s erm… well it has to be fresh, like within a few seconds of being in contact with air it won’t work. The only way it works, is if the woman takes the drug…and I…” He shuffled in his seat. “If I drink it from her…”

His face was red.

“Oh.” Could you get that on the internet?

“So I… I need someone close by. To be effective it has to be everyday.”

OH!

The penny dropped. He was thinking of me!!

“But, I’m not lactating…” I managed to say.

He ran his hand nervously through his hair. “The Doctor gave me the pills, they contain the drug… and something to make… to cause lactation.”

“Oh.” I said again.

“Sara, I’m not asking, it wouldn’t…”

“I’ll do it.” I said, cutting him off.

He looked up for the first time, his eyes full of shame and hope as they met mine.”

“I’ll do it, Liam.” I said louder. “If you had tits I’d expect the same!” It was a lame joke, but we both laughed, more out of nerves than humour.

“You don’t have too.” He said. But I knew he was grateful.

I went over, crouching in front of him I took his hand.

“I want to. How many times have you helped me, threw that creep Jonny out my apartment for me, stood up for me. Now I can help you.” I squeezed his hand. “You’re my best friend. It’s just boobs, you’ve seen lots of boobs!”

Liam laughed. “Thank you, Sara.”

He pulled a bottle of pills from his bag. “Just take one a day, in about four or five days you should start, um, y’know…”

“Be one half of cookies and milk?” I punched him in the arm.

He smiled. “You’re the best!”

“You know it, my Christmas present this year had better be epic!”

We joked a little more before he left. Both trying to act like it was nothing, everything was normal.

After he left I shook some pills out of the bottle. Pretty little purple pills. I put one in my mouth, took a sip of my drink, the ice now gone, and swallowed.

For my best friend, I reminded myself.

***

Liam and I didn’t see each other for the next few days, we spoke on the phone, but we were both apprehensive about if this would change our friendship.

After five days I called him and told him to come round. I was ready.

I was sitting on the couch again when he arrived.

“In here!” I shouted.

He came into the room, not knowing where to look. “Hi Sara, erm…”

“Take off your top and sit down next to me!” I ordered, my voice surprisingly steady and firm.

“I, err what?” He asked, confused.

“If I’m going to be topless, you are too.” I patted the seat next to me.

“I… OK”.

Liam pulled off his t-shirt, he had a lovely, muscled chest. I’d seen it a few times over the years at pool partied and such.

He sat down.

I took a deep breath and pulled up my own top. I’d left my bra off deliberately, so I was now topless in front of my best friend.

His eyes flicked around, glancing at my tits, then away, then back.

“Are they…”

“Bigger?” I said. “A little.”

Hmmm, he’d obviously looked at them before then. Interesting.

“I err, couldn’t help notice them. I am a guy!”

There was a pause.

“So, should I…”

“Yes…”

I turned away, embarrassed, waiting. After a couple of seconds I felt his lips on my left breast, his mouth closing around my nipple and he began to suck.

It felt weird, there was a quick moment of pain, which quickly passed. After that it felt… good.

I tried my best to keep my breathing level as Liam sucked at my nipple.

After a few minutes he switched over to my other breast. I wanted to reach out, hold my left tit, touch my nipple. I resisted. That would be weird, right?

After another few minutes he stopped.

“That should be enough. Are you okay, did it hurt?”

I pulled down my top, my nipples hard and still wet.

“No, it didn’t hurt. How are you?”

Liam shrugged. “I was told it would take a few… sessions before I could feel the difference.”

He pulled on his t-shirt. “Do you mind if I go, I’m feeling very tired.”

I wasn’t sure if he really was tired or just didn’t know what to do next.

“That’s fine, go get some rest. Same time tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” He said, leaving quickly. As he left I saw his jeans. Did he….? I couldn’t be sure, I’d only gotten a glimpse, but I got the impression he had an erection.

As for me, as soon as he left I had to go to the bedroom. I pulled off my top and started fondling my tits, touching my nipples.

I was so confused. Had I enjoyed that? My body had it’s own answer. As I closed my eyes and recalled how his mouth had felt around my nipples, sucking on them, my hand slipped down into my jeans, under my wet panties, and I began to rub my clit.

What did that mean? Liam was just my friend. Wasn’t he?

After I came I just laid back against the pillows.

It was just a natural reaction, my body responding the way nature intended. It meant nothing.

***

The next day was similar, a little less awkward. Liam even stopped a few minutes and had a drink, but as soon as he was gone, I was back in my bed, relieving the throb in my wet pussy.

And this time I was sure, Liam DID have an erection. I’d checked as he came in and when he was leaving. There was a significant bulge in the front. My mind kept wondering what it looked like, how big was he? I came hard around my fingers as imagined what he might look like naked.

***

The following day I knew things were going to change.

It started as usual, Liam took off his top, and I pulled up mine. His lips closed around my nipple and he began to suck, milking me.

I took his hand and placed it on my breast. “Hold me. It makes it feel better for me.”

He stopped sucking for a moment in surprise, then continued. His hand holding my breast, his mouth on my hard nipple.

“This one too.” I urged. His other hand gently cusping my other breast.

I put my hand over his and squeezed gently. I did this a few more times before removing my hand. He continued to squeeze me.

As he swapped nipple, he looked at me, a combination of confusion and lust. His hand began squeezing my other breast.

Once he was finished he took his hands away. I could sense he was unsure what he should do or say next. I took the lead.

“That looks painful.” I said, looking down at the bulge in his crotch.

“Wha? Ahhh, sorry, I couldn’t help it, sorry.” I think he actually blushed, it was kinda cute.

“it’s okay. In fact, since you’ve seen my tits, I think I should see your cock!”

I’m sure he was shocked, but he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them off, and then dropping his boxers.

Wow. He was not lacking. A good seven inches plus was standing to attention in front of me, with an impressive girth too. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like inside me.

I patted the seat and he sat back down, naked apart from his socks.

I reached out, running my hand over him, taking hold of him before slowly running my hand up and down his shaft slowly.

He gasped as I took hold of him, stroking his hard cock.

“Sara…” He said.

“It’s okay Liam. Just relax.”

He did, closing his eyes he relaxed, leaning back against the cushions.

After a couple of minutes with just our deep breathing, he reached out and took hold of my breast, squeezing it.

I moved my gaze from my hand, fingers gripped around his cock, going up and down. He was looking at me, I wasn’t just a friend any more to him.

I smiled back at him, I increased my pace on his cock.

He breathed out deeply. “Relax.” I whispered.

A few minutes later I could feel his cock twitch.

“Sara, I’m gonna…”

“You’ve tasted me…” I said.

I put my mouth over the head of his cock, pumping hard around the base and within seconds he came, shooting his warm cum which I gulped down, keeping my lips around him tightly as he finished. Swallowing each tasty drop, licking and sucking till it was all gone.

“Fuck Sara! That was amazing!”

He looked at me smiling with pleasure. But then his smile changed into a grin.

“And do you need to relieve some stress?” He teased.

“Bedroom.” I said quietly.

Liam picked me up, carrying me through to the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed, slowly pulling down my jeans.

He ran his finger over my panties, he could feel the wetness where they covered my pussy.

Smiling he pulled my panties down, we were now both naked for the first time together.

“Your turn to relax.” He said softly, easing my legs apart.

He ran his finger up my leg, over my mound and then cupped my pussy, feeling my wetness directly.

His fingers went to work, parting my labia, exploring me. He ran two fingers up my slit, coating them in my juices. He began to slowly circle my clit, sometimes grazing over it. I gasped, my hand moving to hold my tit.

He kept this up, moving away as I got close to coming, edging me once, twice, until finally he knew I could take no more. My legs closing around him, trapping his fingers as I rode out the waves of pleasure rolling through me, until I was finally still.

My legs relaxed and he pulled his hand away.

He pulled the covers over us and we lay naked, side my side, his arm around me, gently kissing the back of my neck. We just lay there, totally relaxed, and we both fell to sleep.

I awoke to find him dressed, just at edge of the bed looking at me.

I smiled. “Liam.”

“I have to go, but I’ll be back tomorrow. I want to be everything you want, would you like that?”

“Mm-huh.” I agreed, happy and sleepy in one.

“Get some rest.” He said.

Something in his tone..?

Sleep took me before I could finish my thought.

***

I was so excited the next day to see how things between myself and Liam would go. I sat on the couch waiting for him to arrive.

It was a very different Liam who strode into the room from the last few days. Before he’d been unsure, hesitant. Not today. The Liam I knew was in full force.

“Bedroom!” He commanded, no doubt or hesitation in his voice.

It was so sexy, he knew I liked a nman who could take control. I started to wonder if all those talks over the years had been a good idea or not…?

“Strip!” He said, leaving no doubt that I should obey.

“What about…” I began.

“Quiet slut!”

Oh fuck. He knew that kind of talk turned me on. And it was.

He started pulling something out of his backpack… ropes!

“Don’t make me gag you as well.”

Well I suppose I had to give him points for listening all those times I complained about boyfriends I wished would tie me up and use me. And I trusted him completely.

“Yes, Sir!” I said.

“Better.” Said Liam, his eyes roaming my naked body before he set to work.

He hadn’t told me, but he had obviously done this before, because within minutes my wrists and ankles were tied to the bed, leaving me spread eagle. He’d also tied some ropes so my tits were between them, just enough to keep them proudly on display.

Liam stripped off, revealing his magnificent cock again, my pussy aching in hope that today I would feel what it was like inside me.

He came to the top of the bed, leaning down he kissed me, a deep sensual kiss, our first of it’s kind.

“Just say, ‘Cheesecake’ if you want to stop at any time.” He whispered in my ear. My favourite dessert.

I nodded, unable to speak, just looking at the muscles in his arms, the way his eyes twinkled. Things I’d seen before, but were different somehow now.

Liam walked slowly around the bed, teasing me as I lay helpless before him.

“Let’s begin!” He said.

He moved his body over mine, starting with kissing me some more. His kisses moving from my mouth, to my ear, which he nibbled gently. Down to my neck, making me tingle.

He went lower until he was kissing my breasts. Taking one in his hand and fondling it,he began to suck on my nipples, my milk flowing into his mouth.

The milk that would save him, that had brought us closer than ever, physically, sexually.

“Ohhh yess, Liam!” I moaned loudly.

His lips came off my nipple and he slapped my tit.

“Oww!”

“I told you to be quiet, and when my slut is tied up, she will call me Sir!” He growled.

“Yes, Sir!” I replied quickly.

“You’d better be a good slut if you want that cunt to feel my cock, if you want to cum!”

When had he become so good at this? I was wetter than ever at the way he was talking to me.

“Sorry, Sir!”

“I’d give you a good spanking, if I didn’t know how wet that would make your pussy, my pussy!”

His hand went between my legs, feeling the wetness, my need for him.

“Maybe if you please Sir today, I’ll give your ass a good spanking tomorrow?”

“Thank you, Sir.” This was definitely a side of Liam I’d not seen as just his friend… and I loved it!

Liam moved over me, taking my breast into his hand he began to suck at my nipple, drinking my milk again.

I moaned quietly, enjoying his mouth on me, my need building with each moment. Thinking about him spanking me wasn’t helping either.

He finished sucking on me and I pulled at my bonds in anticipation. Liam looked at me, knowing my need for him.

“You’ve been a good, patient little slut. Do you want this?” He held his cock and slapped it against my pussy.

“Yes, Sir. Pleeease, Sir!”

“Are you mine?” He said, slapping me again.

“Yes, Sir, my body, my milk, they are yours to take.”

Saying nothing, he pushed his cock deep into me.

I moaned in pleasure, he was everything I’d hoped for, dreamed about. He filled and stretched me in wonderfully, as if I was made for him.

He quickly set a strong, powerful pace. Diving deeply into me, until his balls were against me with each stroke.

That sweet friction, I tugged at the ropes holding me in place, wanting to reach him, their hold reminding me that I was his as I came around him.

Within moments he reached his own climax, his hot seed filling me. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling of his cock and cum still inside me.

Liam pulled out and released my bonds. We lay together naked, not needing to say any words.

After a while, I turned to him.

“I never knew you had that inside you, you never told me about it.”

Liam brushed my hair gently. “I never found anyone it felt right with, till now.”

I smiled. “And did I please Sir today?”

He grinned mischievously. “I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”

I snuggled against him. “I want to please you always. I’m yours.”

***

The next morning I couldn’t concentrate. Liam would be here soon, was he really going to spank me, and why did that leave me so turned on?

At last I heard his key in the door and he came into the room.

“Strip.” He said, sitting down, rubbing his palms together.

“Yes, Sir.” I quickly stripped and stood before him. He patted his lap.

“I know what my little slut wants, did you think I might forget?” He smiled at me.

Without a word I lay face down across the couch, my ass over his knees.

His hands rubbed my back, he leant in to whisper. “Use the safe-word if it becomes too much.”

I had barely nodded before his hand came down over may ass, slapping me hard. I yelped in shock, feeling the sharp pain and tingle on my ass which seemed to flow further into my already wet pussy.

“Count them.” He said, steel in his tone.

“One!” I counted.

*SLAP!*

His hand came down again.

I reached twenty before he stopped, his hands running gently over my now tender ass, no doubt red from the spanking.

“Are you mine?” He asked.

“Forever, Sir.” I replied, no thought required.

He turned me over, pulling me towards him so I was looking up at him.

“Then I have something for you.” He reached into his backpack and pulled something out. As he placed it around my neck I realised it was a collar. It felt so right as he locked it around me, I knew who I was, who I belonged with.

He pulled me by the collar and kissed me deeply.

“I love you, Sara.” He said, breaking our embrace.

“I love you, Liam.” I replied.

Our friendship had changed forever, and although it had begun with me saving him, I realised he had also saved me, we had saved each other. Now I knew where I belonged, who I belonged to, and Liam would get better and could finally be the man he should be.

Liam flipped me over, binding my hands behind my back, before flipping me again, his hand taking hold of my breast, his lips around my nipples as he started to suck my milk.

“I’m yours.” I repeated quietly, feeling the comfort of my collar, my trust in allowing myself to be bound, my pleasure at feeling his touch upon my skin.

And I would never want it to change.

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