“Right into my throat!”

“Done!” Norbert yanks my head down abruptly, quick and hard, as his hips slam forward. My eyes flutter against his hips as he rams his nuts onto my tongue and holds my head down. My arms snap up to his hips, not to push, but to grab hold.

I wrap my arms around him firmly, one hand gripping my opposite wrist behind his sacrum. I lock myself in position and Norbert grunts as his cock pulses in my throat. “Suck my balls, faggot, and moan on my cock. Swallow around it as I cum.”

The reprogramming makes my obedience immediate, unthinking. I cradle his jewels with my tongue, caressing them with smooth, confident motions. My eyes focus up on him, but I can only look up as high as his navel, as I swallow around him.

Thick cream pumps from his cock as I moan for him, offering sensual vibrations as a reward for him taking control, using me as he pleases. His hand on my head holds me down firm, just as my arms around his hips beg him not to withdraw, yet.

I hold my breath, sucking lovingly on my friend's balls in my mouth, as pulse after pulse of seed is stuffed into my throat. Every swallow carries more of his milk into my stomach, feeding me his cream. Above me, Norbert is groaning in pleasure.

“That's it, faggot, swallow every drop of my milk,” Norbert growls, yearning in his voice, his grip firm and yet not harsh in holding me down. I hold my breath until his cock ceases to pulse, until his release subsides. He looks down, fingers curling.

He doesn't tell me to let him go, he simply gets a firm grip of my hair and forcefully drags my head off his meat. I gasp for air, instinctively, as soon as it leaves my throat, and he pulls my head back until his cock slips out and slaps onto my face.

“Yea, you love this cock, don't you, slut?” he asks, as I look up at him, licking his cock thankfully to reward him for calling me a slut. “Or maybe you're just such a faggot you love every and all cock?” I moan lovingly, worshipping his meat readily.

“Arms down, faggot,” he orders, and my arms unlock immediately, dropping to my sides. “I really wish you actually knew what was going on, right now.” He pulls my hair to his cock, and uses it to dry himself off, sighing as he just smiles at me.

“I love you, you know,” Norbert says, his words devoid of the normal unease he has about talking about his emotions and how he feels, looking at me. “Guess if I'd known how much of a fucking faggot you actually are, this would've been easier.”

“I hate that I'm gonna have to slap you now, but Amy said it's how I wake you up,” he says as he looks down at me, with a soft sigh. “Well, nothing to do for it. You need to wake up, and I want some time with my friend before you have to leave.”

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