I Knew You Were Trouble

A bit of self-loathing carried itself with me as I participated in the last few classes. In Music and Art class, the final class of the day, we were doing watercolors. I was painting an image of a swollen cock though it was colored more of a deep red than a flesh hue. Ms. Whitefield, the art teacher, came over, watching me over my shoulder as I started painting little droplets of white squirting out of top.

“Interesting painting, Cliff. Is this the old destroyed Washington Monument? It looks as if by painting it red… yes.. I believe you are trying to say that the history of America was drenched in blood,” Ms. Whitefield was an elderly woman who walked with a cane. She was nodding intently and pointing with her cane at the painting. “Yes… these white marks here... right at the top... I believe you are trying to express that umm… yes… exactly… through the blood, faints lights of hope can come out and create something beautiful. Am I right in saying this, Cliff?”

“Not really. I was just painting a swollen penis,” I answered blankly, adding some brown to my brush and drawing some pubic hair at the base.

“Oh… well… carry on my dear,” The old crone said and shot me a “this guys a wacko” expression.

After class, I went to my locker to put away my things and grab my homework. I headed home feeling a bit sunken. I had a word for what I felt, and it was emasculated. Is this how Ancients who couldn’t get it up felt? How do people stand this? My shortcut through the woods was blocked off. Some miners were lying about talking in front of a sign saying it was closed off.

I took the straight road back to my house. When I opened the door, I could hear my mother in the living room talking with another woman.

“Oh, there he is,” Mom said.

I froze when I saw the other lady with her. The strange lady stood up and walked over with an ominous smile on her face. She had hair of silver, not like old women faded grey but actual silver color. When she came up to me, she was nearly a foot taller than me. Her ears were pointed, and her eyes were the color of lilacs. Her face looked like it was painted in chalk.

“Cliff, darling. This is Cypher. She is with the Institute. She’s here to fix the problem you’ve been having with your implant,” Mom says, presenting the stranger.

“How do you, Mr. Dalton. It’s great to finally meet you,” Cypher said in a cold tone.

“Uh… hi?” I said.

“As I was just telling your mother, I had received a report from Doctor Hollis about your dreams and accident. We at the Institute apologize for any inconvenience that may have caused. We believe you have a bug in your implant,” Cypher explains.

“Oh… I feel fine?” I did not feel fine. I felt like I was in deep hot water with Cypher coldly analyzing me.

“Be that as it may, I am here to do a routine check on your implant. I will fix any problems you have with it,” Cypher said.

“Umm… does it hurt?”

“No, of course not Mr. Dalton. It’s done wirelessly, as Dr. Hollis may have explained. We should go somewhere private.” Cypher looked to my mother in anticipation of her accommodation.

“I’ll leave you to it. Cliff, just do what the nice lady says, and you’ll feel better in no time,” Mom said and walks away towards the kitchen to prepare dinner.

“Shall we go to your room, Mr. Dalton?” Cypher asked.

I lead the Institute agent to my room upstairs, dreading what was about to come.

“Please have a seat Mr. Dalton. If you don’t mind, I’ll be using this table.” Cypher said. Cypher put her briefcase on my reading table and opened it. She pulled out a slab that looked like my artifact but the size of a notebook. She opened the slab, and it split into two parts, one resting on her lap and the other bent out, facing towards her.

I sat on the edge of my bed, tapping my fingers on my thighs and tapping my legs in nervous anticipation. Cypher pulled her chair to where I sat and made clicking noises on the Institute device she had on her lap.

“This will not take long, Mr. Dalton,” Cypher said. “I will need to tug on your ear. Is that alright?”

“Oh… ummm… sure.” I answered.

I looked into the mirror that was behind her and saw text flashing on her device she was using. I recognized an icon on it from my own artifact. It looked like the letter B with wings. Cypher reached towards my head, and I flinched. She tugged on my ear, and her device made a little “ding” noise.

Cypher clicked away at her device after letting go of my ear. She smiled soon after and said. “Mr. Dalton, you should be fine now. I’ve readjusted your settings and updated the firmware on your implant. You shouldn’t be having any more problems.”

I suddenly felt very heavy and also sapped of energy. The aching in my loins I held the entire day was gone. Somehow I just felt… sapped.

Cypher stood up and said, “You might feel a bit of discomfort initially, Mr. Dalton, but soon you will feel much better. I will check with you in a week to make sure the settings stick.”

I let out a sigh and got up. Mom profusely thanks Cypher as she left while I watch the unearthly woman go. When she was finally gone, I went up to my room.

I laid on my bed, feeling like I lost a limb. I pulled out my phone and watched the blowjob video again. I felt nothing watching it. No heat. No tightness between my legs. No twinges. I just felt numb. I remember that little B icon that was on Cypher’s device. I clicked out to the home screen and found it on the artifact.

When it booted up, it said:

Bluetooth 8.0 Device Manager

No devices found.

I tried recalling what Cypher did and remember she tugged on my ear. I pulled on the ear she pulled, and soon, a message popped up.

Bluetooth Device Found
CD-m-18-21-45 Implant

A list of settings was located under it after the device was connected.

Sexual Repression
1----------5--------o-10
Modesty
1-o--------5----------10
Bodily Disgust
1----------5---------o10
Sexual Hurdle
1-o--------5----------10
Pleasure Setting
1-o--------5----------10