Now that he had done this, his record had changed. He got credit for the 2 successes. The loss of connection was considered a failure. That meant that he had a record of 7-3. That was good. Oliver knew that it could have been much better. Since he had made through 10 assessment, his time as a recruit was over. He would get his Top designation as a Glowie. The red and white Top pilot suit would be given to him. Oliver would now also be able to be officially recognized as a U.N Shine Pilot. The commanding officer had given him a bit of slack after Pasha's performance as well. His record could freeze there. If things did not go well with Norman, it did not need to be put into his file. Oliver was already done after all. Oliver nodded and agreed to that. The last thing that he wanted was for the creep to hold him back. Even as Oliver got back to the barracks, Norman was there to give him a hug. More like force one on Oliver without consent. "You did it, my angel! You gave Pasha a second chance to redeem himself! I can't wait to synchronize with you. It will feel so... right Topping you." he said.
Groping Oliver's ass as he said it was the last straw. Oliver shoved him off so hard that Norman fell on his ass. "First of all, I told you to stop being such a fucking creep! I hate losers like you. Yeah! I am the greatest recruit we've ever seen. I know it. You know it. EVERYONE KNOWS IT! Don't touch me again, scum. Keep your filthy hands to yourself." he said before walking off. Oliver could not believe he was being forced into the same cockpit as him. He then turned around as he remembered something distasteful. "Oh and for your information: I'm a massive Top. I have never been a Bottom for anyone. So you better practice emitting your Black Pulse." he snapped. The outburst got some attention, but Oliver could not care less. He was done. He got his transfer request accepted. Oliver was out in a week. People stayed out of his way all day. Oliver woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone touching him. He was laying on his stomach with his pajamas down below his butt cheeks. He turned his head to see Norman groping his ass. "Don't mind me. I am just helping you Bottom."
With the patience of a saint, he was able to keep a lid on his boiling anger. "Get the fuck off of me, Norman." he said through grit teeth. Norman just ignored him. As he continued groping Oliver's ass, he said "You probably have never thought about being a Bottom because you are a boy. That's okay, angel. I can teach you how to focus on your ass and maybe it will help you emit Black Pulse better." Oliver aimed a kick at him, but Norman easily caught it. He might suck as a pilot, but they were all well trained in hand to hand combat. If he wanted Norman to stop, he was going to have to get help from the other squadmates. All of them were fast asleep. Oliver was way to proud for that. He did not want to look weak to the others by being assaulted and then needing help to get away. That did not track his image of himself. He was going to have to deal with this himself. Oliver tried to wiggle away from the pervert, but Norman had all the leverage as well as a height and weight advantage. He was going nowhere. Oliver had to accept it. He sighed. "Fine. Massage me. You only have 10 minutes."
