Greedy Feedee Steals Feeder’s Food

Chapter 1

Feedee/feeder date but the power structure is reversed. We go to a restaurant and I make you order what I want. The food arrives and we begin eating. I take your plate without even asking and begin sampling. Mmm. This is good! What do you think? I hand feed you a small bite off my fork and giggle before continuing to dig into both plates, occasionally giving you bites but never letting you do it yourself.

If you’re lucky, there will be some left when I finish that I’ll push over to you in favor of dessert. We’ll order 2 desserts, my choice of course, and you think to yourself, maybe I’ll finally get to eat, tummy grumbling. The desserts are served and I dig in, telling you how good it is. You tentatively take a bite from your plate, watching for my reaction, getting as far as 2 bites before I pull your plate to my side of the table. “This looks really good!” I exclaim, “Wanna try mine?” I push my plate over to you, only one small bite left, mostly crumbs. We finish dinner and start to drive home. Your stomach is still grumbling and you tell me that you’re hungry.

I begin laughing in your face, “Awww! I know what my horny boy needs to eat 😈 You know what that mouth is for.” We get home and you’re starving, but I pull you into the bedroom first. I lay back and get comfy, legs spread wide. “Now dig in baby! I know you’re hungry. Do a good job and I’ll give you some kibble.”

Ignoring your grumbling tummy, you proceed to service me like the good boy you are, not stopping until I tell you I’m satisfied. I pat your head, lock you up in your kennel, and place a small bowl of cereal next to you. “Such a good boy! Eat up, you earned it!”

The food is barely enough to quiet the stomach rumbles and your balls are so full you want to touch yourself, but you know better. You curl up in your kennel and fall asleep, only to be woken up in the morning for more oral service.

“Who’s a good boy? Are you hungry for breakfast?” Your tummy grumbles loudly and I laugh. “Awww! I knew you’d be hungry. Come on now. Breakfast is served.” I open the door to your kennel and pat the bed for you to get up on it. You lay down and I mount your face, you begin licking eagerly, doing as you’re told.

I reach down and stroke your cock, it springs to life instantly, taking all your self control to not cum immediately.

“I tell you what boy. If you can make me cum before I make you cum, you’ll get a full breakfast. Bacon, eggs, pancakes.” Your cock throbs hard at the thought, punctuated with loud stomach rumbles.

“How’s that sound? Yummy? Mmmm I bet. Now be a good boy.” You continue slurping eagerly at my wet pussy, moans muffled by my meaty thighs. You’re so close to the edge, but oh so hungry for a meal. Just thinking about eating is the final nail in the coffin and your cock pulses the tell-tale sign of a coming orgasm.

I let go of your cock as it begins jetting thick ropes of cum, giggling as it spurts wildly. “Uh oh! Oopsie cummies do not get rewarded! You know you need permission baby.”

Your cock continues pulsing through your ruined orgasm, balls aching with the need for a true release. You’re starving and your belly aches, but you manage to finish me off.

We make breakfast and you’re hopeful that maybe I’ll still feed you. It’s been over 24 hours since your last full meal with scraps in between. Full plates of delicious hot food are arranged on the kitchen table. I take a seat and indicate that you belong on the floor. You kneel beside my chair, looking up at me wistfully for any morsel of food.

“Roll over boy! Go on.” It’s humiliating but you’re so hungry you do it anyway. “Now bark! Good boy!” I laugh and throw down a small bite of bacon. You devour it hungrily, even licking the floor clean. Without even thinking, you get on your knees and begin begging like a dog, but it’s too late, breakfast is gone and now inside my massive gut. I lick my fingers clean and look down at you, smirking. “I wonder how many days it’ll be before you earn a meal. You’re going to have to learn to behave before I have to cage your cock too.”

You begin whimpering in fear and hunger, cock hard again, making you blush and look down in embarrassment. You had no idea how you would manage to control your cock when it clearly responds to me, but fuck you’re so hungry.

“Omg! It’s like you want to be caged. Now back in the kennel you go for now.” I lock you away again, placing a tiny handful of cereal in your bowl. It only quiets the tummy rumbles a little and your cock is still stiff at attention. You sigh and lay down to take a nap, more aroused and hungry than you’ve ever been in your life.