“Balls deep!”

“All the way in?” Norbert asks, and I nod. He pulls my hair, forcing my mouth back down onto his cock. His hips sway into me, pushing himself in as he forces me down on it. His cock pulses in my throat as he drives until his nuts touch my chin.

“You really are a fucking faggot, aren't you?” Norbert asks, and I moan on his cock in confirmation. “Should've told me.” My eyes flutter up at him, and I swallow around his meat as his first jet of cum pumps into my lower throat, welcoming it.

I moan for him, offering pleasurable vibrations on his shaft, grinding my tongue against his base. The scent of him floods my lungs, the taste of his meat drowning my tongue. My eyes focus on his, as Norbert holds my head firmly down on him.

Holding my breath has always been easy for me, and just as I asked, Norbert gives me no choice in taking every drop of his milk. Norbert sighs in pleasure as he watches me, until a dozen and a half streams of cum have been fed into my stomach.

He pulls out slow, not letting me breathe until he is ready. I gasp for air around his cock as soon as the crown has slipped out of my throat, and he grins at me, smug and satiated, and pleased with himself. “How do you feel now, you little fag?”

“Mm,” I moan softly on his cock until he pulls it out to let me speak, “It felt really nice being used by you. I appreciate you having been gentle with me. I know you didn't have to go so easy on me.” Norbert smiles, cupping my face with one hand.

“It was really nice using you like this,” Norbert replies, “Your mouth is wonderful, but Amy says to wake you up from your current state, I'm gonna need to slap you. I'm not thrilled about having to hit you, but there's really no other alternative.”

“Will you be gentle about it?” I ask, licking his cock appreciatively to show how thankful I am for how he's been using me, how he's treated me. He sighs in pleasure, watching me worship his cock like it's the most natural thing for me to do, now.

“Only as gentle as I can be,” he tells me, and I know he's being honest. Norbert's never been the violent sort, despite being a handsome, athletic fellow. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back. He takes a breath as he raises his hand.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 9: Gently, with Norbert waking me up.