Feed me

"Aron's point of view,"

"I am really hungry, Aunty; please cook me some food."

I asked her for a meal when I got back from school.

"Come on, Aron. I've prepared a wonderful meal just for you." She made her way into the kitchen, glancing over at me.

I showered and then waited for my food while sitting in the dining chair.

"I'm waiting for food, auntie."

I turned to face the kitchen, hoping for some meals.

"Aron, please enter my room. We're going to eat lunch here today." She gave me the order to go into her room.

I became uncomfortable with the idea of going into her bedroom. Whenever she called me in her bedroom, it was always for a specific reason.

"I'm really hungry, auntie. Please feed me." I begged her for food.

"Aron, if you're truly hungry, head straight to my chamber since that's where you'll obtain your food."

I understand the ulterior intent behind her warning, but since I was really hungry, I had no alternative but to go into her room.

"Auntie, what is this?"

She was naked and covered her body with various food items, which astonished me.

"Your meal."

Her hungry eyes fixed on my face.

"No, that's disgusting. I refuse to consume food on your body; I prefer it to be served on a plate." I made an effort to argue with her.

"Oh, so you're not going to follow my orders now?" She gave me a fierce glance.

"Will you consume this meal, Aron, or will I have to find another means to make you eat it?" She threatened me.

I gave up on her threats. Even though I disliked the taste of her white liquid, she wanted me to lick her pussy every day. She still forced me to taste it. She kept asking me to shove my tongue deep inside her hole. I am sick of sucking her pussy four times a day.

She would occasionally beg me to give her a hard slap on the behind while kneeling before me like a dog. At times, she wanted me to suck her nipples and pinch her breasts with my palms.

She grabbed my genitalia when I licked her vagina for no apparent reason.

She requested that one day I insert my dick into her vagina. When I refused, she slapped me and tied my hands and ankles to prevent me from leaving my spot. She sat on top of my dick and crawled over me.

"You need to enlarge your dick to satisfy my thirst, as it is currently too small for my hole."

She shifted her position from my lower belly to my mouth and ordered me to suck her pussy till she let out a white discharge.

Although sharing her residence is like being in hell, I am powerless to force myself out of it. My mother's betrayal caused all the relationships in my heart to lose trust in each other. One year after that Christmas event, my mom and dad filed for divorce.

My father took custody of me, but he never gave a damn where I was.

Aunt Jerry is a lonely woman who needs someone to share her suffering with, so she insisted on my dad moving in with her.

I had the impression that everyone was using me like a trash can for their gain. They showed no concern for my emotions or feelings. When I didn't meet Aunt Jerry's demands, she didn't feed me. To sate my hunger, I occasionally have to steal food from her kitchen when she's sleeping.

When I thought she was sleeping that night and went to steal food from her kitchen, she caught me. She caught me red-handed, turning on the kitchen light.

"Oh, so you are stealing food from my kitchen. When I fed you, where did your hunger go? I'm not allowing you to consume this dish right now."

She grabbed food from me and closed her refrigerator.

I pleaded with her to give me food, but she ignored me and pushed me out of her kitchen. She denied me food and water throughout the two days she kept me locked in my room. To prevent me from fleeing through the window of my room, she locked my window from the outside.

I drank the tap water in the bathroom to relieve my thirst, but she cut off my water supply at night so that I would perish from dehydration. She stated that I had no right to quench my thirst or hunger if I couldn't please her. She refused to open the door to my room until I was so hungry that I passed out, despite my constant pleas for food.

Today, Sara's refusal to give me food, despite my persistent pleading, brought back painful memories from my childhood.

"Aron, would you like to have more?" As soon as I heard her voice, I looked into her face.

She gave me an odd sense of comfort. Being around her always reminds me of my favorite childhood memories. Her smoothness makes me think of my soft toy. The taste of her prepared food is identical to that of my grandmother's. Because her cooking made me think of my grandma, I asked her to prepare meals for me every day.

After indulging in Sara's home-cooked meals, i realized she no longer only satisfies my sexual hunger but also my cravings for other foods. Since I didn't specify in our contract that she would be cooking for me, I wasn't sure whether she had agreed to do so.

Even though I don't want to rely on her for my basic needs, I'm not sure why I want her to be a part of my everyday routine. I want to spend every minute of the day with her. I made an effort to treat her like any other lady, but she exuded a magnetism that made me want to be around her.

"I am sorry, Aron." She fiddled with her fingers to find the right words to conclude her sentence: "I had no idea that you..."

I'm aware that she got scared upon witnessing my peculiar behavior, but it wasn't my aim. Now that she is aware of one of my dark sides, what will she think of me?

"Who is Aunt Jerry, Aron?"

She gave me a perplexed expression.

How did she discover her? Maybe in my unconsciousness, I was babbling her name.

What should I tell her now, though? I can't disclose to her my terrible past.

"Sara, what were your childhood experiences?"

Abruptly, my memory recalled that she was begging me not to throw the things before I passed out.

"Aron, if we don't reopen some pages from the past, we will benefit." After placing the empty plates on the tray, she left my room.

After observing her sour response to my question, I can only assume that, like myself, she, too, had a difficult upbringing. I will soon discover more about her childhood life. However, I must exercise caution around her as she is now aware of Aunt Jerry's presence.

It's a good thing she wasn't aware of Sara yet. If Aunt Jerry finds out about my agreement with Sara Grace, I fear what a cyclone will become in my life. As the medicine's drowsiness took hold, I closed my eyes and tried to escape the nightmares plaguing Aunt Jerry.