Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Disclaimer:
This story can be triggering even for seasoned fetish readers due to a combination of three things; it involves religion, family and features a lot of emotional torment. If any of these subjects are off limits to you then you should definitely not read this story. If that only makes you more interested in reading it however then you might enjoy it very much.
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Chapter Five: Starvation Is Love
Thursday
When Daniel woke up the following day he did so earlier than usual, he had gone to sleep at nine o'clock yesterday so it wasn't perhaps so strange. He felt a dull sluggishness in his head but he didn't know whether it was because he was still sleepy or whether it was because of all the slaps he had to endure from his mother yesterday.
He first thought about rolling over and going back to sleep but decided to head to the bathroom to pee but more importantly, to see how he had healed overnight.
When he first saw his reflection in the mirror he sighed of relief, the swelling in his cheeks had done down so much that it was barely visible, but as he looked closer into his reflection he saw something that troubled him. The little red mark around the corner of his eye had gotten more visible, and it wasn't red anymore, it was blue, mom had given him a black eye; albeit a small one.
What was he going to say if someone asked him what 'that' was in school? He didn't know, perhaps something about running into a door, it sounded stupid but he couldn't think of anything better.
Daniel pulled down his boxers to also have a look at how his butt cheeks had healed. The area covered by coagulated blood had reduced a little bit in size, but not much. He sighed and went to pee in the toilet. 'Hopefully it would be easier to sit on it today than it had been yesterday at least.' he thought to himself.
When he was done peeing he suddenly realized that he felt insanely hungry, the need to pee had blocked out his hunger but now that he had peed it hit him strong. He couldn't go back to bed now like he had planned, he had to eat something.
He suddenly realized it was actually great that he got up this early, if he ate breakfast before mom got up he could eat as much as he liked without her snatching sandwiches out of his hands. He went straight to the kitchen with his rumbling belly eager to get filled.
To Daniel's delight mom wasn't in the kitchen, which he also hadn't expected her to be. He began preparing sandwiches, putting plenty of butter and cheese on each one. He made eight of them in total and took them with him to his room where he quickly devoured them. His stomach purred thankfully and with a full belly he went happily back to sleep.
When he woke up again he did it to the sound of his mothers angry voice, a horrible way to wake up. She stood in his room and yelled at him.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice huh?" she said angrily.
"Notice what?" Daniel asked sleepily as he just had woken up.
"That you had eaten almost ALL of the sandwiches perhaps?"
'Shoot!' Daniel thought to himself, he didn't think she'd notice something that minor, he looked up at her and saw that she stood right above him with her hands on her hips. She looked very angry and even though he was still sleepy he felt uneasy.
"But I was hungry mom." he moaned hopelessly in a voice that was begging for some sympathy.
"That is no excuse! We've been over this, if you're feeling a bit hungry drink some water, don't double the amount sandwiches you'd normally eat, how many did you eat? And don't you dare lie to me!"
Daniel's first instinct was to do just that, he was going to say six, but it was something about the look in mom's eyes that told him he would not get away with a lie, even a small one, "Eight." he said and groaned.
Mom shook her head disapprovingly, "You clearly have no control over yourself Daniel!" she said scoldingly, "Since you're not able to judge how much food is too much I guess I'll have to do it for you." she said sternly.
Daniel did not like the sound of that and quickly replied, "I promise I'll do better in the future mom."
"Too late, you have shown me that I can't trust your judgment so I have to do this, from now on you are not allowed to eat anything in this house without asking me first."
Daniel desperately tried to persuade her to change her mind, "Mom I promise it's not going to be a problem in the future I'll be much more careful..." he begged but she cut him off.
"It's not debatable Daniel!" she said strictly, "And if I catch you eating anything that I haven't personally said you could eat, then I'm adding punishment points for stealing, which means four punishment points every time I catch you doing it!"
Daniel couldn't believe it, he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
If mom was moved by his watery eyes she didn't show it, "Don't give me your crocodile tears!" she said cruelly, "Until I feel you can be trusted, nothing's going to change my mind!"
She walked out of his room and shut the door forcefully.
Daniel wept, he hadn't cried from any of the trauma mom had put him through and yet this was what did it, not the spanking, not the face slapping, food was one of the few joy's that was left in his life and now she had taken that enjoyment away as well.
Daniel wiped his tears, he didn't have much money, but he would have to use what little he had to fill his belly at school from now on, it was the only way he could think of that would enable him to make it through mom's food rations.
One of Daniel's classmates asked him about the 'thing' next to his eye at school that day, and he said that he had walked into a door. It became the joke of the day as he heard it being spread around in class. Daniel didn't really have 'friends' per say, more people he hung around with at school but he wasn't used to being made fun of by the whole class, but it didn't bother him the way it probably would've if he was less used to verbal abuse at home.
The only halfway good thing that happened at school that day was that though his butt cheeks were still sore, they were far less painful to sit on than they had been yesterday.
When he got back home from school he met mom outside, she was on her way to the gym. She seemed in a bad mood still and warned him about eating something before she got back. He sighed deeply of relief when he shut the front door behind him and was alone in the house. He was glad to be alone for a little while, even if it was just a little.
He went to his room and sat down on his computer chair, it felt very uncomfortable still to sit so he took the pillow from his bed and placed it underneath his butt, that took a lot of the pain away and he could now use the computer without further aggravating his sore buttocks.
