Winter's Progression

Untitled Part 17

Jeremy looked up with wide eyes, he didn't want to be broken and he definitely didn't want to never get turned on again but this? He was perfectly fine with the squip mucking around his emotions, after all most of the time he'd been helping. But after the whole squip-cident they'd come to a sort of agreement. That whenever Jeremy had gotten all hot and bothered the squip left him alone. Had buzzed into his head or gone to sleep or whatever it was computers did, he didn't quite care. He didn't need it as much as the used to . After the squip had punished him constantly jerking off just had bad vibes, he felt like he was dirty. That what he was doing was wrong, he'd come to hate it.

"So..How does it work?" he knew this was going to be an awkward conversation already, but with his eyes, those bright glowing eyes in a constant stare, it was worse. He squirmed under the scrutiny, it was like a weight on his shoulders. It wasn't a talk he'd like to be having with a computer that could read his thoughts, but he thought it might be a good idea to know what he was getting into before a million thoughts  ran through his head. 

The squip was a full step before him, always was. There's an old fact that says free will isn't real because before we finish listening to a proposal we've the answer. It was tested actually, a collection of people was chosen more or less at random and given a choice of tests based on preference and each time the subject brain activity resembled that when making a decision only it was before the subject had truly understood the proposition.  The truth in that is that all of the test subjects possessed a certain Japanese supercomputer, a detail omitted from the report. When the machine was measuring was how fast the super computer could react to a situation, that was the real trial. In this aspect, so was Jeremy's. 

"I'll activate the portion of your brain that houses you ability to 'get it up'" the computer put up air quotes as he said it. "Basically, you'll feel realllllly good for around ten seconds. Enough for me to make sure all your parts are working together right" he rolled his shoulders back with the casual nonchalance of a cat "Then it'll fade like the others.  I've been lenient with you Jeremy, but people know when you get off. It's in the way you walk. How you talk. Their brains pick up tiny signals that tell them 'Jeremy Heere can't get it from anyone else so it has to do it himself' and we both don't want that" he quipped, he couldn't help but tease the poor kid. He knew how nervous he was already, knew the exact quantity of sweat his hands produced, knew the exact amount to the milliliter of how much  adrenaline was shooting through his host. 

Jeremy held up his pointer finger as an embarrassed blush crept down his cheek "Okay. First off, rude. Second, fine. Just..do it" He sat on the bed, on the other side of the computer hologram. "It wont be too long? And it wont like-..hurt or anything? Because sometimes it does. If I can't do anything to help it?" he raised an eyebrow as a blush graced his pale cheeks. 

The squip looked over him like he could see through him, dissecting the kid with his calculating eyes. Like he was just a mass of something, just a host instead of the unique teen he was. "I know. I've been in your head when you decide to 'indulge'." He said the word like it was dirty, which to him, it was. The idea of wasting time or doing something because someone wanted to was foreign and completely against the computer's programming. 

"Jeremy. You won't have to do anything. Lay there. Get..comfortable?" The squip curled his upper lip, thinking about the teen and how he'd knew exactly what he meant. 

Jeremy let the squip lead, he obviously knew better. Knew exactly what he was doing. He laid back in his bed, turning on his side and curling his knees up around a pillow from the head of his bed so he wouldn't have to feel the squip. So he could try to block out the squip messing with rather a rather delicate problem.

 Or think he could..he didn't want anything that had to do with it. Not concerning more personal matters like this one. He nodded and swallowed hard. He didn't have to say anything, the squip already knew. 

The computer snapped his fingers, not that he needed to but to give Jeremy a sign that it'd start. This was going to be painful to watch. 

Jeremy flinched at the sound of the snap, a million thoughts flying through his head. What would he think about? How far would it go? Would the squip watch? Ew..

After a minute, Jeremy felt it in his tummy. Like he had the beginning of a tummy ache. It wasn't like the normal boner he'd get in class or one he'd get while looking at hot blondes online. It was the sick, 'oh no' feeling he got when he got caught day dreaming in class and got a little too excited and he was asked to present a project. 

He looked down at his hips, not quite sure what was the matter. The computer had been around when he'd been turned on, shouldn't it have kept tabs on it or something? Sure enough, there it was. He was tenting in the front of his pajama pants. 

The squip processed the state Jeremy was in and compared it with the normal reaction in his database. He looked for possible solutions in the contents of millions of files similar to Jeremy's. "Jer?" He used the nickname, knowing how much Jeremy was freaking out. After all, he was under the impression that he was broken. And more importantly, his dick was broken. "Buddy. Listen to me. I'm going to make an adjustment that'll fix it. Okay? It'll hit you though, since the reactions begun already? I can't ease you into it" He warned and made the switch in the pons of his brain. 

Jeremy opened his mouth to complain when the feeling of straight need slammed into him. He'd never been this horny. Ever. Not when he first discovered he could find boobs on the internet instead of drawing what he thought they'd look like. Not when Michael first introduced him to actual porn, the video kind. Not when he sat behind Christine in a study hall, and he discovered that if he sat forward in his chair he was just able to catch a glimpse of her chest under her shirt. Nothing compared to this. He licked his chapped lips and without a second thought he pushed his hips into the pillow into his lap. His face twisted as he tried to hold it together but heneededitheneededitheneededit. 

He used his hands to pushed the pillow down harder against himself, grinding into it. In a normal situation he had the decency to grind into his hand. Or if he felt particularly needy into his mattress but this was different. He choked back a groan as his heart started to pound out of his chest. 

The squip watched in a quiet fascination. The test had been concluded as soon as Jeremy gasped, but it'd be cruel to take away all of that feeling. Not to mention the horrible blue balls he'd get. He'd be complaining for a week. "I'm going to start to decrease the activity in your cerebellum, Jeremy" He explained, though he knew Jeremy wasn't paying attention. He was too busy humping the place he put his head. 

A little at a time, the squip decreased the chemicals that caused his boner. By doing it in a roll away fashion, he'd feel as if he had just ignored it. It owuldn't take long. Two minutes at the most. 

Jeremy shook his head, already starting to sweat. "N-no! Gosh.." He mumbled into his mattress "Let me have this" he was to the point of begging, even though he knew it wouldn't do him good. He reached out a hand for the hologram's shoulder, clawing at the form as he writhed for some type of touch. 

The computer held firm though, and true to his word kept the chemicals receding. Pretty soon Jeremy was left with a hand down the front of his boxers that he didn't remember moving and the other wrapped in his sheets. He was breathing hard as his heart calmed down and left him with the dead exhaustion he got after jerking off one time after another after another. Before Jeremy dropped off into the dreamless sleep that was normal to him after he finished, or usually finished (it didn't happen much these days) he flipped off the squip. He was all for teasing, sometimes he liked to imagine how different people would go about it with him. Christine would strip. Michael, yes he'd thought about it, would sit him in his lap and tell him to stay quiet as he let his lips do the work. Rich? He'd bring rope. Jake would hold him down, he and Rich were sort of on the same page. In the brief periods where the computer was absent, he thought about it too. Shamefully, of course, but he thought about it. This kind of teasing though? If that's even what it was? It was awful. He didn't even get off. The squip deserved a good old fuck you after that. 

A/N sorry it took so long, I had no idea how to go about this hope y'all like this :)