“... suck my cock, faggot.”

“Also, act like you would if you were doing this consciously, slut,” Norbert adds. My eyes flutter up at him rapidly, before refocusing on his cock. I blink, his command putting me in a conscious state, but unable to resist or refuse him in any way.

“Oh, wow, Norbs,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing his cock, “You're offering me free milk?” I don't wait for an answer as I wrap my lips around his crown. I sink to the hilt, surprised I can do it without choking, but my throat stretches to take it.

I moan softly, sliding my soft lips up his cock and marvelling at how nice he tastes. The warm, musky scent of him fills my lungs, and I look up at him, stopping with the crown in my mouth. He looks down at me, smiling lovingly as I work on him.

I grind the tip of my tongue against his frenulum, and Norbert coos in pleasure. His fingers flex and stretch atop my head, but he doesn't do anything else. Norbert's other hand remains pressed against the fence behind him, calm and steadying.

“That's it, faggot,” Norbert purrs in satisfaction, his deep voice a soft rumble of contentment, “Work my cock as you want. Show me what a fag you are.” I moan lovingly on his cock as I slide my lips up his length, emptying the air from my lungs.

As my lips reach his crown, I grind my tongue around the rim, inhaling the scent of him. My eyes remain on his, smiling at him around the crown as I press the tip of my tongue hard against his frenulum. Norbert's moan is like soft silk in my ears.

I work my tongue across the slit, then slide my mouth back down, breathing in until his meat blocks my airways. I suck all the way until my lips reach his hilt, moaning for his pleasure. I focus my mind on him, granted the unexpected autonomy.

“Fuck, yes. You fucking faggot,” Norbert purrs the words like a benediction, praise and prayer at once, as I slide my mouth along him, taking every millimetre of cock. “Show me how much you want to drink my milk, faggot. How thirsty are you?”

I moan louder on his cock, reaching up to cup his bare hips with my hands. I flex my fingers, gripping his hips tightly, and bob my head faster, harder. His fingers on top of my head splay, stroking my scalp. “Desperate for my milk, are you, slut?”

“Mm!” I moan on his cock enthusiastically, bobbing my head, robbed of my inhibitions and shame while I suck on his cock, “Mm-Hmm!” Norbert moans in pleasure, but he doesn't thrust. He told me to suck, and he's gonna make me earn his milk.

“That's it, you sweet little faggot!” Norbert coos in arousal, forcing his voice to remain soft as he watches me, and his eyes never break away from me, as he savours the view. “Earn that milk, faggot. Greedy little fucking cocksucking faggot slut!”

For two hours, nothing matters more than being on my knees for my friend, desperately sucking his cock, begging for his milk with every motion. I can feel him start to pulse, and I edge him, yearning for the largest serving of his milk I can get.

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