Where is My Mind?

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

Sexual Repression? Modesty? Bodily Disgust? Sexual Hurdle? What did all this mean? I would assume 10 was the highest setting, and 1 was the lowest. The device, my implant, had a 10 on Sexual Repression. That must have meant… this device was repressing… sexual? Or sex? Hmm…

This must have been the adjustment the Cypher lady made, my settings for sexual repression must have slipped and then readjusted to its fullest. Why would they want to do that, though? I tried pointing at the device to adjust it. Nothing happened. I couldn’t edit it. Maybe I needed to… Ah hah! I just needed to slide it like an abacus. What inventive people these Ancients were.

I slid the Sexual Repression settings to 9. I wanted to take it slowly, who knows what kind of crazy shit my mind was going to do if I overloaded it with some random setting. I didn’t feel any different. No, that’s not right. A bit of the hollowness inside of me disappears. Almost like a collar around my neck was loosening, letting me breathe more air in.

How do I know if it’s working? I had an idea. I clicked the video icon that showed the Blowjob video. I watched it. It didn’t feel the same when I watched it the first time. It interested me, but… no twitching in my loins. I was fascinated, though. I could definitely tell that what I was watching was… erotic. Yes, that’s the word. It was hot. Though my body just couldn’t react to it.

Being impatient, I cranked it the Sexual Repression setting to three. I clicked on the video icon again and watched the video. This time, something did stir inside me. As I watched the girl in the video put her mouth on the guy’s penis, my own penis started twitching. It felt like I was being squeezed and pulled in by it. I looked down, and my pants had formed a tent. There was a bit of discomfort as the swollen member underneath pushed against the pant fabric.

I pulled down my pants to let the thing breathe and low and behold. A thick tree trunk of flesh pops out. I reach for it gingerly, fearing it would hurt to touch. In my hands, the penis was soft, not nearly as hard as I thought. In my bed, the video sounds of moaning comes out of my phone. My penis twitched at that, and there were droplets of thick liquid forming at the tip where my pee usually came out. I was disgusted by the sight of it. Was that pee? Yuck.

I went to the settings and switched my Bodily Disgust to three. I stared down at it, and suddenly the vicious liquid slowly dribbling out of my penis didn’t seem as disgusting. In fact. I had an impulse to lap it up and try to taste it. A part of me still wanted to stop that and I immediately switched it the Bodily Disgust to five. The “cum” was not disgusting, but I didn’t have any inclination to try it. This setting would probably work best for me. I reached forward and touched the cum. I sniffed it, and it didn’t smell like urine in any way. It smelled a bit like bleach.

Going back to the settings again, I ached for a way to relieve myself of this discomfort I felt between my legs. It didn’t feel pleasurable like before. I tried cranking the Sexual Repression setting down to 1. In the video, the girl Jill was seen stroking the meat rod with her hands while licking it with her mouth. I couldn’t exactly reach down there with my own mouth to lick it, so I tried palming it. I stroked it gently. The only sensations I felt were that of rubbing, the same way I felt if I rubbed my arm or ran my hands through my hair. No pleasure, no pain. Just touch.

I remember the settings of Sexual Pleasure, and then I cranked it up a bit to experiment. I set it on 3. I stroked my erect cock again. The best way I can describe it was like a cool wind hitting my skin on a hot day. It was pleasant. I let out a deep sigh as I grazed my dick with my hand. I used my backhand to caress it and continued just experiment with it. I fantasized that day. I fantasized about being that guy in the video. How good it would be to have this throbbing thing between my legs in a woman’s mouth. I wanted more. I cranked the Pleasure Setting to 10 like a child gorging himself on sweets. When I reach down for my penis again, there was nothing but euphoria. My mind exploded with the sensation of what can only be described as heaven. I closed my eyes; it was so good. Even at a slightest touch, I felt I was going crazy. When I tugged on it, immediately, I felt shots of electricity run throughout my loins, and my cock started throbbing and pulsating out drops of liquid like a volcano.

So that was what that was like. This must be how addictive **** felt. It was intense.

My body seized up as the rest of the liquid poured out onto my cock and thighs. I panted afterward. The liquid that had to form was thick and gooey like oatmeal. I wiped it away with a towel. I could barely lift my head to examine the scene, my body was weak. I readjusted the pleasure setting to 7. This was waay too addictive and left me ****. Still. I wanted it to feel good.

I would need to experiment more. I found a new toy and was going to play with it all day. As I reach for my artifact device, I heard footsteps go up the stairs. Crap. It was the Moms. My first instinct wasn’t to put away my cock. My Modesty settings were still at 0. My first instinct was to put away my phone. No way will anyone take this device away from me now.

I reached for one of my pillows and buried the phone in the sleeve of the pillowcase underneath. When mom came in, her singsong voice asked, “Dinner is almost ready. How did your meeting with Lady Cypher go?”

Mom stared at me, lying on my bed. More accurately, she stared at the thing between my legs still out and about. My cock was still hard and ready for round two. It got it’s the first taste of the **** of sexual pleasure, and it wanted more.

Mom gasped, saying, “Honey. Oh goodness. Are you quite, alright? Your penis… it looks like it’s going to explode.”

I smiled, thinking about the video. “No. I’m fine. I actually just need a little help.”