There was a really off look on Norman's face. Oliver was a little intimidated. He knew that Norman was crazy, but now he had pissed him off. "Listen to me. We can work through this synchronization together. That's what I am here for. You can get a good Black Pulse up for me, right!?" Oliver said placatingly. Norman continued looking at him for a full minute. He then walked to the bed and bent over. A black shadow began to form between his butt cheeks. That was his Black Pulse. It got to 52. His jeans melted away and Oliver could see his bare ass. Norman winced as he tried to push it even further for his idol. It got to 57 and stayed there. Oliver sighed in relief at their result. 57 and 55 made 112. 112 divided by 2 was a measly 56. It was barely acceptable for piloting, but it would work. Oliver connected and felt like it would be a good thing to praise Norman. "Thank you. It feels good to connect to you like this. It is like we are one person." Norman's cheeks went pink. His hips gave an involuntary buck as his pulse increased by 4. Oliver felt that. He also felt all the feedback of the minor praise.
Oliver could feel how much it meant for him to praise Norman. When the time for the first session elapsed, Oliver sat up straight and he turned his head to look over his shoulder at Norman. Norman was looking at him from his prone position. "Good job. We have 2 more sessions, so let's make them count." he said gently. Norman's pink blush returned and he said "It felt so good. I want you to feel the same way." Oliver shrugged and said "How about if you do well this time. I want to see if you actually have a better White Pulse than me. First, we need to synchronize so that you don't fail your testing." He had went soft on Norman now that they had connected. It was a real boost to his already high ego to be worshipped in that way. They spent the 5 minutes of break together in the cockpit. When it was time for them to go back inside of the augmented reality, they went to the same place as the first time. Oliver tried to emit his White Pulse, but he felt a tingling in his gut. He pushed the feeling down as his White Pulse rose. It still did not get past 62. He tried to strain, but it simply did not work.
A look of disappointment crossed Norman's face. He sighed deeply and got on the bed. Instead of getting into a doggystyle position like before, he was on his back. That reminded the blond of Pasha. Oliver raised an eyebrow at him. "Did they teach you this in the training camp you went to as well?" he asked. Norman gave a chuckle and said "I wanted to try it. Can we!?" Oliver did not mind and waited for Norman to emit the Black Pulse on his own. He wasted no time and quickly connected with him. Now that they were face to face, Oliver could feel the feedback of Norman's thoughts even more than before. He was cute, strong, heroic, a strong leader and totally pure. It was how Norman saw Oliver, and the never ending compliments made him puff out his chest in pride. His White Pulse rose by 5 to 67 in a sudden burst. Norman then reached his hands up and said "While we have some time, let's prepare a bit for the third round together. I'll help you out." Without warning, Norman began to grope and fondle Oliver's ass again. Now his mind was flooded by thoughts of him being a big Bottom.
