Edmund [ H. S. Friend ]

When the doorbell rings, Mom casually moves to the door and opens it, revealing a buddy of mine from high school, name of Edmund. He freezes and almost drops the pizza box and the box of breadsticks balanced on top of it, when he sees me.

“Whoa! Nico?” his eyes flick from me to Mom, “Misses Grennan? What the fuck? Nico always said his parents were cool!” Mom puts her hand on my head and strokes my scalp, but she doesn't hesitate to smirk smugly in response to him.

“You must be Edmund. Nico talked about you,” Mom replies, “And yea, we are cool, but Nico's also a faggot and honestly, as any good parent should, we're encouraging him to be true to himself. Would you like to have use of him, for yourself?”

“I .. wh-what?” Edmund replies, but his pants immediately start to tighten, “I never thought he was ...”

“If you pay for our pizza out of your own pocket, this faggot will suck your cock right here, right now,” Mom replies, and Edmund's eyes flick down to me, kneeling nude before him with Mom's hand in my hair, then looks back to my mother.

“Seriously?” Edmund replies, biting his lower lip hard, “I knew he was queer and I never cared about that, but ... fuck, he's actually really a faggot?” Mom grins at him and motions toward me, tilting her head in my direction at the same time.

“Get your cock out and tell him to show you what a faggot he really is. In fact, let him get it out,” Mom replies, “Get your friend's cock out for him, faggot, his hands are full.” I scoot forward into the doorframe without getting off of my knees.

I reach up, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, shimmying them down a little. His cock snaps out and slaps the side of my face. I look up at him, and he stares down at me, his dark green eyes wide. “Show me what a faggot you actually are.”

I smile up at him affectionately as my programming commands, leaning forward and kissing the crown of his cock, then kissing my way down his thick shaft. He groans in disbelief and pleasure as I draw my tongue back up the underside of it.

“Oh, fuck,” Edmund hisses in pleasure, holding the boxes forward to Mom, “I always knew there was a difference between being gay and being a faggot, but I just assumed he was gay cause he said he was gay, but, fuck, this feels so fucking good.”

“He's currently brainwashed,” Mom replies, “He volunteered for Amy's certification thesis project. Accreditation for any hypnotist requires proof you possess the central skill to provide successful hypnotic therapy or mental reprogramming.”

“Or rather, and not or. This will give her one year accreditation. Permanent certification will come after she's provided a patient with verifiable hypnotic therapy,” Mom adds, “Hypnotists need to do both. For her sake, we all sorta learnt a bit.”

“Ah,” Edmund says, as I continue licking and kissing his cock, “so he's not really a faggot except for right now, or he is and the hypnosis just brought it out? Or?”

“Not really sure which,” Mom says casually, “but for the next week, he'll be our free-use little faggot to use and enjoy as we please. Once he's deprogrammed, he won't remember any of this.” That's all Edmund needs to hear, as he looks at me.

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