“Paint me!”

“I'd say your wish is my command, but we both know you're a fucking faggot and this is what you deserve, anyway, slut,” Norbert snickers down at me, pulling my hair hard. He forces my head back, his free hand gripping his cock and stroking.

“I do! I deserve it! Paint me like the faggot I am!” I encourage him, as my eyes drop to his cock, glistening in the sunlight, slick with need. His hand sweeps up and down, fast and hard, with the sound of wet masturbation, as he looks down at me.

“Fuck, that's so hot!” Norbert growls with arousal at me debasing myself for his pleasure. The first thick jet of cum pumps from his cock, hitting me right in one eye. His eyes flutter as he realises what he did, and then Norbert aims, intentionally.

The second shot pumps straight into my other eye, back and forth a second time, blinding me with his cream. Norbert lets a low snarl of arousal pass from his lips as I listen to the sound of him still stroking himself, fast, hard, drenching my face.

“Fuck, I wish I'd known all along what a fucking faggot you are!” Norbert growls as pulse after pulse stripes from my hair, down to my jaw, until the pulsing stops. “Tongue out, faggot. I need to clean my cock and that's what your tongue is for!”

I stick my tongue out as far as it'll extend, in immediate compliance. I moan softly as he wipes the last drops of his cum off on my tongue, and I swallow immediately. He brushes his entire cock across my tongue, then sighs in satisfaction, quietly.

“Fuck, I love how you look right now, mind if I take a picture?” he asks and I give him a thumb's up. I hear the click of his smartphone camera a moment later. Finally, he pulls his cock back from my mouth, drying himself using my hair to do it.

“Okay, you can clean yourself up now, faggot,” Norbert tells me. My hands lift, and I rub his cum into my skin until it's all gone, until my hands and face are silky, soft, and dry. I look up at him as soon as I'm able to see again, and I smile at him.

“Good fag,” Norbert praises me, tucking his cock back into his underclothes. I watch as he zips and buttons, then takes a deep breath. I look up at him, kneeling in mindless devotion, waiting for him to decide what he wants to do to me, now.

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