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Spare Cycles
🕑 Added 2023-05-27 19:36:55 +0000 UTCI’ve never had a job. The robots took them all.
School never tells you how bad things have gotten. They talk a lot about how humanity has been freed from the shackles of labour, how nobody needs to earn a living, how the AI revolution brought dignity and self-respect back to humanity.
It doesn’t feel like dignity. It feels like a handout from the government. They keep us fat and happy so we don’t riot.
Most people are happy enough. They eat from the free restaurants – food that’s perfectly grown and prepared by robot hands. They live in the free apartments – efficient spaces designed, built, and painted beige by robot arms. They watch the free TV – any story you want, written for maximum engagement by AI script generators and acted out by AI puppets.
And if you look away from the screen? Eye tracking will notice, the plot will get rewritten, you’ll be glued to the action again. Watch the pretty pictures. Don’t think about what we’ve lost.
Because we’ve lost. Freedom. Self-determination. Purpose and meaning. Those are just abstract concepts in philosophy classes now.
My peers don’t care – they’re drifting through life and happily ordering “BREAKFAST COMBO 2” from a touch screen. That’s not for me. I’m twenty-two, I should be living my best life.
It’s hard to get out of bed.
But I do it. I read philosophy and I write articles and I work against the AI driven fever-dream my peers inhabit.
And yeah, occasionally I get laid.
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We met on an app. Kyle was hot – the kind of guy who works hard at the gym and cares about his diet. It’s depressing how many young guys have a beer gut.
Kyle had invited me over to his apartment. It was a beautiful heritage building, one of those places that cost money. I was curious about his gig – there aren’t a lot of jobs for people anymore. That’s how my brain works – we were covered in sweat and cum, but I couldn’t stop thinking about income and class warfare and the meaning imbued by labour.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, snuggling into my arms. “That was good. You’ve got boyfriend dick.”
I ran my hand along his neck, ruffling his hairline a little. Boyfriend dick. Did that mean he was looking? I’ve never had a boyfriend before...
My fingers brushed over a little bump. I swept the hair aside and looked closer. A little white line, maybe a scar, right on the base of his neck.
“What’s that?” I asked, rubbing the line gently.
“Oh, that’s my Cerebra,” Kyle chuckled. “They’re one of the big AI companies. I’m part of a trial group... that’s how I can afford this place.”
“A trial group?” I asked, a deep horror settling in my stomach. “What, like you’re controlled by AI or something?”
“Nothing like that,” Kyle said dismssively. He rolled over so we could face each other. “See, AI’s great for *almost* everything, but it can’t do intuition. You actually need an organic brain for that – I don’t really know the science, but there’s something about quantum effects. Cerebra pays me for my extra brainpower... just whatever I’m not using.”
“They’re running software on you?” I asked, trying to understand.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I guess. The chip communicates with some mainframe, farming out intuition questions to my subconscious. I don’t even notice it – but every week I get a nice big eTransfer. And despite what the politicians say... money still matters bro.”
“I had no idea...” I said, staring into his eyes. I half-expected to see code running across his retinas, but there was nothing. Just a beautiful soul and an easy grin.
“Want to get in on it?” Kyle asked. “It’s a trial thing, but the results are all good so far. I’m allowed to recruit three people and I only done one so far...”
“That’s really generous,” I said hesitantly. “I mean... we just met.”
“Yeah,” Kyle chuckled. “Like I said, you got boyfriend dick.”
I bit my lip.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Money sounds good... but they actually put a chip in your brain? That’s not natural.”
“So what,” Kyle said. “Neither is goin’ to the gym, but we both do it. Yeah, there are risks, it’s like that with everything... but do you really wanna spend your next eighty years eating free food and living in free apartments? There’s better stuff out there, you just gotta afford it.”
“Still...” I hesitated. “I think being human is special. Unique, you know? I’m not... I mean, no offence... but I’m not just hardware for sale.”
“You are special and unique,” Kyle said reassuringly. “They wouldn’t pay otherwise. AI can’t do the intuition stuff, so they need us. Tell you what... I’ll give you a referral, but you go in and talk to Dr. Caldwell yourself. You can ask all the questions and make an informed decision. That sound alright?”
“I... I don’t know,” I said cautiously. It was too good to be true.
“Good enough,” Kyle grinned. He grabbed his phone and tapped for a few seconds. “Okay, I’ve sent in your contact info... now get over here and fuck me again.”
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I got a message the next day inviting me a session with Doctor Caldwell. I guess that was the head researcher at CerebraAI.
Their office was all the way downtown, but at least the busses are pretty good. The building was tall and glassy, one of those retro buildings that just scream ‘Y2K’. I took the elevator up to the 21st floor and found an empty reception area.
A soft chime announced a hologram. She flickered into view – her avatar was modelled after a beautiful black woman. Attire was office casual with a hint of personal style.
“Good afternoon Carson,” she said pleasantly. “Can I offer you a beverage? We have a wide variety.”
“Uh... can I get a root beer?”
The can clanked down in a vending machine behind me. The metal was beaded with sweat and it had a label – ‘made from real cane sugar’. This shit was expensive.
“Please have a seat,” the hologram said, gesturing to a comfortable chair. “Dr. Caldwell will be with you shortly.”
She was a high class hologram too. She waited for me to look away before she flickered out of view. I could summon her back with a word – I had a feeling she’d be a great conversationalist, but what’s the point of conversation with a machine?
I enjoyed the root beer and jotted down thoughts on my phone. I’m working on a manifesto about the nature of free will in an age dominated by decision trees. It was spicy – when I posted it online, I knew it’d set fire to the AI resistance groups.
Unfortunately I didn’t get very far. It was only a few minutes before Dr. Caldwell showed up.
“Carson?” he asked, like he was picking me from a crowded room. “My name’s Dean Caldwell. Would you like to come inside?”
He shook my hand. Flesh and blood. He must have been a genius scientist to rate all this.
After we talked for a half-hour I knew he was a brilliant salesman too – he answered every question and batted away every objection. By the time we were done, I couldn’t come up with a single argument against the chip.
“You won’t even know it’s happening,” Dr. Caldwell said. “It just uses up whatever part of your brain you aren’t using. The more you provide, the more we pay. Some guys even meditate, just to free up cycles and make more money.”
And the money was good. Really good.
I told myself it was about dignity. Doing something a machine couldn’t do. Using what’s special about humanity to provide value for the world. I promised myself it was about altruism, not money, but still... the idea of having choice, something beyond the free options... I couldn’t ignore that.
“When can we do this?” I asked.
“Anytime you’d like,” Caldwell said readily. “I have a slot open this afternoon. 2 PM?”
I agreed. Signed my name on a dotted line and everything. I, Carson Matthews, give free, prior, and informed consent...
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I woke up resting in a hospital bed. I was wearing one of those paper gowns like in the movies, but my clothes were stacked neatly nearby. There was a soft chime and the nurse flickered into existence.
“Good afternoon,” she said brightly. “Dr. Caldwell has been summoned. Everything went as expected. Just lie back and relax – your procedure went perfectly.”
Caldwell walked through her when he entered the room. She flickered and vanished.
“Hey doc,” I said, trying to feel it inside me. “How’d it go?”
I couldn’t feel a difference. A slight itch at the back of my neck, but my thoughts were all in order. I breathed a slight sigh of relief – I wasn’t some AI zombie, programmed to be a mindless drone.
“Everything went well,” Dr. Caldwell said, reading something on his tablet. “We sent a few thousand test queries and all the diagnostics check out... you’re good to go. I’ll give you some anti-itch creme to rub on the incision. Should be healed in a day or two, but why not make it easy?”
“So... I can just go?” I said.
“Whenever you’d like,” he said. “Oh, before I forget!”
He pulled out his phone and tapped a few buttons. My phone buzzed on the table beside me – a three hundred dollar eTransfer was in my account.
“That’s for all the test signals,” Dr. Caldwell said. “You get paid for every query – just a few cents, but it adds up quickly.”
My eyes bulged. I got the standard $100 bonus when I graduated school, but I’d spent my last dime years ago. Three hundred bucks in one afternoon?
I could do anything...
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I started small. Instead of going to the free cafe and ordering TEA #2, I walked right past. I paid $10 cover for a coffee lounge, then another $5 for a cup of real coffee. The kind they brew with beans.
It was a rooftop patio. I could see the ocean.
“There you go,” the barista said, carefully placing a tray in front of me. He was muscular and beautiful. No matter how far the robots go, they’ll never replace a beautiful person serving you coffee. “Can I offer you a newspaper? Or a book from our library?”
I picked a book from the library. Their AI recommended a dense philosophy tome – right up my alley. I spent the afternoon sipping coffee and enjoying the sun. I’d like to say I had a good read, but I was too distracted, too busy dreaming about my newfound wealth.
Three hundred bucks in a day. I was going to get a heritage apartment. Maybe even my own house. I could take cabs wherever I wanted – and not even the robot ones! Eat out at real restaurants with real waiters.
I tried to temper my expectations. Maybe it was just a first day bonus. Maybe the money wasn’t as good as I hoped.
But Kyle was making bank. If he could afford that stuff, maybe I could too.
It got chilly when the sun dipped below the horizon. I finished the the dregs of my second cup – cold, but delicious – and handed back the book. It was a long walk to my apartment and I wanted to mull over the day. There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch... so when would the other shoe drop?
I touched the back of my neck. The scar was barely noticeable.
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I still felt good in the morning. Somehow I’d expected nightmarish dreams or surreal imagery. Nope – I didn’t even remember dreaming.
I had a text waiting from Dr. Caldwell. He’d sent me a link to the Cerebra app and some login info. He said I could see exactly how many cycles they were using.
“It’s just for transparency,” he texted. “You don’t need to care. We’ll eTransfer you either way, but some people like to see the analytics.”
I’m one of those people. I downloaded the app on my phone and loaded up my profile. I was surprised how much detail there was – it was closer to a stock market app than anything else. There was a line showing the last 24 hours of activity, and buttons to switch to the last week, month, and year.
Of course, I only had 20 hours of data. It started just after 1 PM yesterday, when they activated my chip. The line crept up slowly, then jumped up for a few hours – they were using 90% of my available cycles. That must have been when I was unconscious and they were running test signals.
Around the time I’d left their office, it dropped down to 30%, and then shortly after that it got stuck at 10% for a few hours. Around the time I left the cafe, it jumped back up to around 35%, and then 50% or so when I went to bed.
I wondered why it was fluctuating so much. I made around $800, including the $300 they’d already paid out. Most of that was during my sleep cycle. That’s a ridiculous amount to earn while you’re asleep – I almost felt greedy wishing for more.
But then I walked downstairs to the building cafeteria and stared at the breakfast line. A RoboChef was pumping out nutritionally complete breakfasts. It looked like something out of high school.
“Hey man,” I texted Kyle. “I got the chip. Wanna grab breakfast somewhere?”
I put my tray pack on the pile. I didn’t need to wait in line anymore.
“For sure!” Kyle texted back. He dropped a pin – a nice place on the water. I took one last look at the cafeteria and walked out the door.
I grabbed a robocab – yeah, I’d prefer to spend money with a real person, but those cost a ton. I’d spread the wealth around... just as soon as I had some. I needed to save a little first.
The cab took the pin and calculated the most efficient route. I leaned my head against the window and zoned out, staring at my phone as we rolled through the city. The graph was climbing until it hovered around 70%.
I didn’t jolt out of my reprieve until the cab spoke.
“We have arrived at your destination,” the cab said in an inoffensive voice. “Please take all your belongings as you exit the vehicle.”
Kyle was sitting on an uncrowded patio, sipping fresh orange juice and coffee.
“I already ordered,” Kyle said. “Eggs benny, fruit on the side. It’s my treat – this place isn’t cheap, and you’ve got a few days til the next payout.”
“That’s really generous,” I said.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I can afford it. Made three grand yesterday.”
My eyes went wide and he chuckled.
“How’d you do that?” I blurted. “I barely made $800.”
I pulled out the app and shoved the running tally in his face – just over 900 now. Assuming it wasn’t bullshit, Kyle was making three times my wage.
“Surge pricing bro,” Kyle laughed. “You just gotta toggle it in the app. There’s peaks and valleys in demand, just like everything... when you switch on surge pricing the AI takes extra cycles when it needs them. Not enough that it’s like... bad... but it can be kinda distracting. Like you can’t quite focus. But it pays way higher, so...”
It’s funny – you go without money for years, but once you get a taste...
“How do I turn it on?” I asked, handing him my phone.
“It’s in settings,” he said, tapping on an icon. “Scroll down... there it is. Just toggle it on and you’re set.”
I tapped on the switch. There was a confirmation dialog – was I sure?
Yeah, I was sure.
A few seconds later I got a text.
“Thanks for enabling surge pricing!” it said. “Here’s a $1000 bonus to say thank you!”
“Nice,” Kyle grinned when I showed him the notification. “Still... breakfast’s on me. But maybe you can pay me back?”
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We burst through the door of Kyle’s apartment. Practically broke that thing off it’s hinges.
“I want you so bad...” he moaned, jumping up and wrapping his legs around my waist. “I want that cock to split me open...”
I kicked the door shut and carried him into the bedroom. He was trying to rip my shirt off, but I tipped him backwards and he bounced off the mattress. Kyle’s a total bottom – one moment he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, the next second his shorts were on the floor and his jockstrapped ass was in the air.
I shoved down my jeans and lubed up my pole. Kyle’s hole got a generous dose too – he’s a natural bottom, but even naturals need lubrication.
“Fuuuuuuck... meeeee....” Kyle moaned, pushing his hole right onto my cock. I gasped as I slid inside. It felt so good. I’ve always been vers, but the way Kyle’s hole pulled me in... maybe I was a top after all.
“Fuck yeah...” I moaned. “You need this cock, don’tcha?”
Kyle suddenly went bug-eyed. His muscles bulged as his whole body flexed. He started riding my pole even harder, bucking his hips and taking total control.
“Oh fuck bro...” he moaned. “That feels so fucking good!”
His eyes were glassy and dull.
“Dude, you okay?” I heard myself asking. Something was weird... a wave of confusion rolled through my mind. “Whoa... dude...” I groaned as he fucked himself on me.
I was on autopilot, lost in the moment. Over and over Kyle’s words flared through my head like fireworks – feels so fucking good. Feels so fucking good!
“I can’t...” I gasped, trying to assemble my thoughts. “I... fuck... I can’t... I just... fuck... gotta fuck... gotta fuck...”
It felt so fucking good. So fucking good.
It was a fight for domination. Kyle, fucking himself on my cock. Me, pounding his hole as hard as possible. I couldn’t stop. I needed to win. It felt so fucking good...
The two of us exploded like a supernova. I felt my sweaty body hit the bed, my legs dangling off the side. I was used up and useless. I felt so fucking good.
Eventually I rolled over and watched light play on the ceiling, making patterns out of nothing.
After a long time the afterglow faded away. It was getting dark outside. There was a trail of dry cum down Carson’s leg, and a tangle where he shot his load in my chest hair. How long had we been laying there?
“Whoa...” I gasped, trying to make my eyes focus. “What was that?”
“Surge mode,” Kyle laughed, flashing his eyebrows and giving me a knowing grin. “Check your app.”
I grabbed my phone off the floor and checked my stats. Apparently I’d made over $2000 in the past couple of hours. Kyle said it’d be hard to focus, but that...
“That was amazing...” I gasped.
“Yeah,” Kyle agreed. He got up and headed towards the bathroom. We both needed a shower. “Surge mode is the bomb – especially when it hits during sex.”
“I can’t believe we got paid for that,” I sighed.
“Yeah,” Kyle chuckled. “Feels good, right? Turning off your brain?”
“Yeah,” I nodded without thinking. “Feels so fuckin’ good. You’ve got a great ass.”
“You should stay the night,” Kyle said. More of an order than a suggestion.
“Yeah?” I asked. “Feels like we’re gettin’ serious.”
“Yeah,” Kyle shrugged. “I need that cock, don’t I?”
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By the time I woke up, Kyle was already in the kitchen making eggs. He was whistling while he cooked, stuffed into a neon orange jockstrap and a string of pearls.
“Hey hottie,” he grinned. “Sleep good?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “How about you?”
“I made like... $900 bucks overnight,” he laughed. “I’m telling you bro, this Cerebra stuff is the shit. Just gotta let your brain do the work.”
I checked my app while he cooked. I only made abut $400.
“Hey...” I said cautiously. “I made half that. Less than half. How come you make so much more than me? Can you hit surge mode overnight? Or is it an experience thing?”
Kyle laughed.
“Yeah,” he said. “I guess so... I mean, you just went to sleep. I meditate before bed. Clear out some space, free up some cycles... the more you got, the more they use, so I make sure my brain is good and chill.”
“That works?” I asked incredulously.
“Here,” he said, serving me a plate for steaming food. “Gimme your app.”
I handed it over and we sat at the table. He tapped through my phone, bringing up my graph and furrowing his brow for a few seconds.
“Okay, so check it out,” Kyle said, pointing at the peak near the start. “So here’ where you got the chip. You were sedated, nice and available. Then what'd you do here," he asked, pointing where the line dipped.
“Oh, I went to a cafe,” I shrugged. "Had a coffee, stared at the ocean.”
“That doesn't sound too bad..." Kyle said, shovelling eggs into his mouth. He looked puzzled.
"Yeah," I said. "I was just hanging out and reading a book."
“Whoa!" Kyle interrupted. "That's what's different. You were using your head for analytic stuff... and that means they couldn’t!”
"So I can't read?" I laughed. That seemed absurd.
“Hey, you do you," Kyle said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “So long as I get your cock! But yeah, if you wanna make the big bucks, you gotta keep your brain available. Especially the parts that involve reasoning. Like... I go to the gym, I hook up with guys, I go dancing... but I never hit the library, you get me?”
“Really?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine living without books.
“Bro, I don’t even watch the news,” Kyle chuckled. “It’s all bullshit anyway bro... society taught you to think too much. Just turn that shit off.”
“You don’t get bored?” I protested.
“Nah,” Kyle laughed. “I watch lots of movies and shit... but just the dumb stuff. Big explosions and superheroes and reality TV... the stuff you just zone out to. Your call dude, and you’re makin’ money no matter what... but yeah, if you wanna make the most, you gotta put up the effort.”
“I don’t know...” I said. I couldn’t imagine living a life without thinking critically.
“Whatever bro,” Kyle said. “I’m losing money... so I’m done thinkin’ about this. Eat up. Let’s go lift.”
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Kyle took me to a gym – a nice one. The kind that costs money, but there’s no lines at every station. They even had freeweights, not just machines and treadmills. He walked me through a few things and then took me to his favourite squat rack.
We’d just finished our second set when he called me out.
“Dude,” he laughed, landing the bar heavily on the hooks. “You’re doing it again.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“You’re in your head,” he chuckled. “I can see you thinkin’ about everything bro. You got a hamster wheel in there.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, moving under the bar. “I was just thinking through the societal implications of this chip. Is it something everyone can get? So the wealth will be spread around? Or is this just for certain people? They taught us in history that when the AIs came it eliminated class warfare, but class warfare still exists, doesn’t it? The people who have purpose and the people who don’t. The people who get paid, and the people who don’t. Most of it came down to luck, right? What you already owned when –“
“Bro!” Kyle laughed, cutting off my rambling thought. “Just stop. Okay? Yeah, life’s not fair, but you gotta live it anyway, right? Focus on your squat... that nerd shit is costing you cash!”
I tried to clear my head, but it wasn’t that easy.
“Focus on your body,” Kyle said as I brought my ass near the floor. “Focus on the squat...”
Yeah, I thought. But I can’t just turn off my brain.
Even if it felt so fucking good...
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Kyle took me into the locker room after our workout. Pretty much what you’d expect, but the deeper you went the better it got. They had it all – a sauna, a posing mirror with great lighting, private showers.
“You wanna?” Kyle teased, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head at the showers.
“Huh?”
He gave my body a once over, looking at my cock with a hungry stare. I was totally soft, exhausted from our workout, but he wanted it. It clicked together like a puzzle.
“Seriously?” I hissed at him. “What if we get caught?”
“Dude,” Kyle laughed. “You’re still thinking too much. Leave your head outta this... it’s got money to make. Think with your cock. C’mon bro... tell me what your cock wants...”
“I don’t know,” I said nervously.
Kyle stepped forward and kissed me. I could smell the sweat wafting off his body.
“I think you do,” Kyle smirked. He reached down and squeezed my hardening cock through my shorts. “C’mon slut... I know you want my ass.”
He played with the elastic on my waistband, finally slipping his hand under the fabric. I glanced to both sides, hoping nobody was watching. It felt so fucking good...
“Get in the shower,” I growled. “I wanna fuck that ass.”
Kyle’s mouth curled into a wide grin. He grabbed the front of my t-shirt and pulled me into an empty shower cube, twisting on the water and soaking us from head to toe. My clothes were drenched – dark fabric showing off my young muscle. Kyle was wearing a white ‘beater and neon shorts – the white cloth went translucent, plastered to his pecs and abs.
I put one hand on his chest and stared. Kyle was sexy as hell, and this was straight out of a porn vid.
When a moment like that happens, you don’t let it pass. I stepped forward and kissed Kyle deeply. Really took my time.
He’d remember it forever.
I wanted to be sexy like him.
My cock was doing the thinking. I dropped down on my knees and pulled down his wet shorts, slurping on his exposed cock. Fucker was going commando to the gym. Whatever – I didn’t mind.
“That’s right bro,” Kyle said, putting one hand on my head and holding my hair tight. “Think with your dick.”
A wave of confusion washed through me again. Or was that like... the water washing over my body. I dunno... I felt like... dude, I was so fuckin’ hot, sucking Kyle off in the gym showers. So fuckin’ horny... thinkin’ with my dick...
Surge mode, I thought, just before my brain went blank. Just an endless echo filling my consciousness... think with your dick... think with your dick...
It was a blur. Sucking cock til I needed to fuck. Fucking til I needed to lick Kyle’s cum off the floor. Getting fucked til Kyle blew another load.
Think with your dick. It feels so fuckin’ good...
I didn’t care if people saw us. A couple of guys watched us leave the shower together. I winked at the hotter one and groped my cock when he stared.
Kyle and I stopped at our lockers, but we were too busy flirting and teasing to get dressed. You’re so fuckin’ hot... I need that cock, right bro... your cock looks tasty in that jock...
I said that last one and Kyle’s eyes went wide.
“Yeah...” he chuckled, like he suddenly understood. “My cock looks tasty in a jock...”
I walked out in my boxers and my hightops, a fanny pack slung across my chest. Kyle was in that neon orange jockstrap and army boots. Sunglasses completed our looks.
I was so fuckin’ hot. It felt so fuckin’ good. Just think with your dick.
We strutted around town. Guys were glancing over, pretending not to stare. I knew they were throwing wood. I flexed and flaunted... yeah, think with your dick...
Then it was hot dogs at the beach, eating meat like we were sucking dick and laughing our asses off every time a glob of ketchup got away. We tanned, we swam, Kyle dragged me down the street and into some club I’d never heard about. Black lights made our clothes glow.
And then were were grinding up against each other, listening to guys scream at us while we danced on the stage. Hollers and wolf-whistles making us go even harder. I shoved my package against Kyle’s, totally unable to resist.
I felt so fuckin’ good...
It took hours, but I came back down to reality. One moment I was the star of the show, thrusting my hips under a spotlight. The next moment I was just some guy, standing up on stage, wearing nothing but underwear and a hard cock.
Kyle stepped up behind me and rubbed his hands down my body.
“Surge mode off,” he whispered into my ear. “Don’t freak out.”
I turned and gave him a big grin.
“I got this,” I said, staring at his muscle tits. “Just gotta think with my dick...”
“Yeah?” he teased. I could feel the energy in the room starting to shift. The crowd knew something was wrong.
Just gotta think with my dick...
A ghost of desire flashed through my mind. More of an intrusive thought than anything else, the kind I’d had a million times before. We all have them – kiss the barista, whip off your shirt on the bus, take out your cock in public...
I trusted it and gave in. My hands landed on Kyle’s pecs, big and meaty in my grip. My ass started shaking, twerking for the crowd. The room erupted in cheers – I was back. I were horny. I was thinking with my dick.
Kyle grinned at me and brought me in for a kiss.
“Good boy,” he shouted in my ear. I could barely hear him over the crowd. “So sexy...”
I spun him around and pressed my cock into Kyle’s ass.
“You wanted me to think with my dick,” I growled into his ear. I started humping Kyle on stage, full on fucking, if it hadn’t been for the thin cloth of my boxers.
Everyone was having a great time. I was incredibly into it. I felt so fuckin’ good...
Kyle was having a blast too. He loved showing off those sexy muscles... dude looks hot in a jock and he knows it.
It was late at night when the music faded out and the lights went up.
“Shows over boys,” a bouncer in a black t-shirt said. “Time to go home.”
I’ll admit to being disappointed. I didn’t want it to end. My dick didn’t want it to end.
“Whatever,” I grinned vapidly. “Hey Kyle... let’s ditch these shorts... I wanna fuck your ass for real!”
“No way,” he laughed. “My cock looks tasty in a jock...”
“So long as I can get at your hole...” I teased.
“Hell yeah,” Kyle grinned. “I need that cock, don’t I?”
“Yeah baby,” I moaned into his ear. “Think with your hole.”
His eyes went wide. Surge mode.
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I woke up in Kyle’s bed around noon. Maybe I didn’t need my own apartment.
He rolled over and kissed my forehead. We’d gotten in late last night and fucked til dawn. Kyle was thinking with his hole, letting it take charge of his life. He wanted my cock bad, and my cock wanted to fuck. We’d fallen asleep exhausted – saliva, sweat, and cum covered our bodies. I needed a shower bad.
I mean... eventually. My dick was awake and ready to go. We started getting busy, making out a little before Kyle mounted my pole... but a knock at the door interrupted us.
“Get it,” I ordered, swapping Kyle on the ass. “I gotta piss.”
I hit the washroom and took a quick shower. I let the water wash over me and zoned out, staring at the tile and grinning vacantly. Eventually I twisted off the tap and dried off. I posed in the mirror for a minute or two, admiring my beautiful body. It felt so fucking good...
My dick was so hard. I wanted to fuck Kyle til he screamed.
“Hey babe,” I said, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tight around my waist. I’d positioned it strategically, making sure the cut of my abs was visible. “Wanna... hey, what’s that?”
Kyle had a big cardboard box on the kitchen table.
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Delivery. Dunno who sent it, but...”
He pulled a pink jockstrap out of the box and giggled.
“I think they get me,” Kyle grinned. “My cock looks tasty in a jock! This is gonna show off my hole so good...”
I walked over and wrapped my arms around him, making sure he could feel my bulge beneath the towel. The box was packed with dozens of pieces of clothing. Everything I saw looked slutty and loud. I loved it.
“They got me too,” I laughed, putting out the first thong I saw. “My dick’s gonna look so big in this...”
“For sure bro,” Kyle laughed. “I guess we love to showoff, right?”
Something in my mind caught his words and that wave of confusion washed over me again. It feels so fucking good.. I could hear Kyle’s words bouncing around my big empty skull.
We love to showoff... We love to showoff...
I looked into Kyle’s wide eyes. He knew it too. We love to showoff.
“Surge mode bro,” he laughed, giving me a quick kiss.
My dick was so hard. It needed me to showoff. I needed to show it off. It’d feel so fuckin’ good...
I slipped on my new thong and grabbed for my shoes.
“Bro, where you going?” Kyle asked, clearly confused. I could see his hole twitching. Dude wanted to get railed so bad.
“Let’s hit the gym,” I offered. “I wanna show off... and then we’ll fuck in the locker room.”
I grinned. Brilliant plan. Rich and sexy and smart? I’m like... the whole package.
“Bro, that’s so smart,” Kyle gasped. “I’m gonna shower. Gotta get primped to hit the gym... I wanna show off...”
His ass looked amazing doing squats in that jock.
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Surge mode ended. It always does.
Sometimes it leaves me mid-pose in the locker room, trying to catch the perfect thirst trap for my socials. Or shaking my ass at the club, on-stage or offstage, I just love to dance! Sometimes I come out of it just cuddling my boyfriend Kyle. I’m so in love.
But one day Kyle and I came out of surge mode together, standing in the lobby of some fancy office building. I didn’t recognize it... but the logo on the wall seemed familiar.
“Dude... where we at?” I asked, letting my mouth hang open too long. It’s hot to look dumb. It feels so fuckin’ good.
Kyle furrowed his brow and sounded out the words on the sign.
“Cer...eeeeee...bra...” he said slowly. “Bro! These are the guys who made us rich an’ shit!”
I tried to remember their office. Wasn’t it like... smaller? Like... not a whole building?
There was a noise and a beautiful black woman flickered into view.
“Good afternoon gentlemen,” she said with charm. “Would you care for a beverage? Dr. Caldwell will be just a few minutes.”
“Huh?” I said, staring at her in confusion. She was talking fancy. Like... I know all those words, but I think with my dick, y’know? I grabbed at my cock and squeezed it through silky fabric.
She smiled and flickered out of existence. A second later another holo showed up – a bro like us. He was sexy as fuck, packed into jeans and a tight t-shirt, a backwards cap and a happy grin. Too bad I couldn’t touch him...
“S’up boys,” the new receptionist smiled. “You want a beer? You gotta hang here for a sec.”
“Sure,” Kyle said happily. We heard a thunk behind us – a vending machine dropping two cans of cold beer. We scooped them up and the holo flickered away.
“Cheers babe,” I said, cracking open my beer. I only got halfway down before Doc Caldwell walked into the room, so I had to chug the rest.
“Well,” he smirked. “I see our star pupils have arrived for their maintenance checkup. Come with me boys.”
Kyle and I followed him down a hall and into a room with a bed and a bunch of computers and stuff. It kind of felt like a doctors office, but with more blinking lights.
“Take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the bed. Kyle and I hopped up beside each eachother, pressed up tightly to fit. Kyle and me started doing roids a few months back, and it’s really bulking us up!
The doctor tapped on his tablet for a few seconds. I don’t use those anymore... computers give me a headache. It’s been forever since I charged my phone.
“I see surge mode has been working out for you,” he smiled. “Neural remapping is complete – I’m impressed. My colleagues thought it would take a year or more to section off your excess capacity, but you achieved it in less than six months! This dual-subject model is much more efficient!”
“Uh.... we did good?” Kyle asked brightly.
“Yeah,” Doc Caldwell chuckled. “You did real good.”
“Sick,” Kyle laughed, throwing me a fist bump. I grinned happily.
“Eighty-seven percent availability,” Caldwell sighed, shaking his head. “Impressive. Tell me, how has it impacted your outlook?”
“Huh?” I asked in my dumbest voice. It’s hot to look dumb. I could feel my dick getting harder in my thong... time to fuck soon...
Caldwell bit his lip and thought for a long minute.
“Tell me about your life,” he said. “How’s it going?”
“Oh, shit bro,” Kyle gushed. “it’s the best!”
“Yeah,” I rumbled. “Lift, party, fuck... we don’t worry about nothin’.”
“Really?” Caldwell said, faking surprise. “I thought you were really into philosophy? Reading the big thinkers, writing your own manifestos?”
“Dude, that shit’s so dumb,” I groaned. “Who the fuck cares?”
“Good,” the Doc said, making a note on his tablet. “Hard to believe you had the highest resistance quotient our AI had ever seen. But you’re no longer a threat... how does that make you feel?”
“Feels so fuckin’ good,” I answered easily. “I think with my dick!”
Comments
Derek Williams
Thanks. Depending on where generative AI goes, and how optimized the techbros can make it, I'm like 99% sure that eventually your TV will be tweaking whatever you're watching to keep you interested. Something, something, bread and circuses.
gotacoolname
This was fun. I was especially intrigued by the part at the beginning about AI rewriting TV shows to keep people glued to the screen. Almost like they’re restrained in a chair with their eyes pried open, but without the restraints.
Derek Williams
If the Black Mirror guys ever want a new writer, I'm happy to oblige... but they'll have to go Rated R. Thanks!
Ruffcub
This was really clever and definitely a favorite for me. It felt like the outline of an episode of Black Mirror, sinister but funny and hot at the same time. Great job 👏
