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“You know I cannot feel pleasure–”
“That’s not the point.”
“–Yet you insist on doing this.”
“Just… call it practice, won’t you? I need to… be able to learn how to do this when I start dating a guy someday.”
“Have you given up on Christine already? Is she not our primary objective anymore?”
“Nah. I think… I think she’s happier on her own. I don’t wanna get in the way of – look, can you please just let me do this?”
The SQUIP stares down at him with a rather curious look in his eyes. Jeremy was beneath it, kneeling on the ground with quite the expression on his face. At first he amused it, how desperate the other looked to please something that wasn’t even real. But through discernment, the SQUIP concluded that this was not for its own pleasure – but for Jeremy’s.
One neural scan and the SQUIP easily deduced that performing this kind of sexual act, despite the act providing no stimulation to Jeremy himself, was incredibly arousing for Jeremy. And technically, this didn’t count as masturbating since he wasn’t touching himself. Its guidelines were still met.
And, Jeremy had a point. If, ever, Jeremy manages a partner who possesses a male sexual organ – then it would prove useful to know the techniques involved in fellatio. Performing this virtual simulation would be beneficial for Jeremy’s future sex life. It could not afford the teen embarrassing himself in front of a sexual partner – that goes against its very purpose.
“Very well. I can see how this would be beneficial to you.”
Jeremy’s eyes practically lit up like stars. The SQUIP smirks, rather amused by his reaction.
“I will act as if I am a sexual partner. Keep in mind that this is all entirely a virtual simulation, using data gathered from downloaded resources. I will be in control of your oral nerves, giving you the stimulation needed to conduct this–”
“Yes, yes! I get how this works – you don’t have to explain it to me.”
“...Additionally, I may act and speak differently, but as I am a computer – I do not feel pleasure. Do not misinterpret this. This is a scenario simulated to serve as practice for your future sexual endeavours.”
The SQUIP unzips his pants – and oh, oh, god. Jeremy suddenly found himself frozen in place. Holy shit. He wanted this, didn’t he? He should be happy, right?
Crap – didn’t this count as his first time?
“–Calm your thoughts.” The SQUIP snaps. “As I stated – this is a simulation. I am not human, therefore, this does not ‘count’ as a sexual encounter. Think of it as a practice round. I will be simulating this as realistically as possible. So, for your own good… don’t embarrass yourself.” He hums, his hand reaching to cup Jeremy’s heated cheeks.
Jeremy gulps, heart racing in his chest. Fuck, he was so handsome. How the hell did he expect him to resist wanting to do this?
“I’ll try not to.”
“We’ll see. The simulation will begin the moment you touch me. So, what are you waiting for?”
Jeremy’s eyes land on his crotch. Shaky hands move to unzip the front. Then, suddenly, he feels… a hand in his hair. He looks up, only to see the SQUIP staring at him in a way he’s never stared at him before. His eyes looked… a lot more gentle. Was this the simulation starting already? He did say he was going to simulate a lover, right?
“Go on.” The SQUIP urges softly, and Jeremy finds his courage.
He unzips his pants, tugging the hem down, to reveal tight, black boxers. Suspiciously, they looked exactly like the ones the male model was wearing in that magazine he jacked off to several months ago. But Jeremy could care less about how the SQUIP chose to present himself.
All his eyes were locked on was the bulge forming there, behind the tight fabric. Slowly, he tugs the boxers down…
He could only stare. The SQUIP was, in no exaggeration, huge. He was lengthy, girthy, and had the most perfect curve. Jeremy hasn’t seen a lot of dicks up close – but he didn’t think he needed to. This was as good as it could get.
“Any day now, Jeremy.”
He snaps out of his thoughts, shaking his head.
“Right. Sorry. It just – it looks so real.”
“What, did you expect my dick to be fake? Weirdo. Are you going to do it or not?”
Jeremy blinks at the almost human-like response.
Ah, shit. This was a simulation – of course the SQUIP was going to speak like a person.
It’s okay. I got this. I’ve seen porn – I know how to do this.
He takes his cock in his hand, giving it a few test strokes… and it was like a switch was turned on in Jeremy’s head. Oh, god, it felt heavy in his hand. He really couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel like to be inside of him.
But for now, this was the best he could do.
Jeremy starts with a small, kitten-like lick from the base of his cock, all the way to the tip. Slowly, his tongue circles around the head, right by the slit.
He hears a low moan – and christ, Jeremy has never gotten so hard so fast in his entire life.
He takes him in fully in one swift movement, tongue wrapping around the girth of the other’s thick cock, eyes closing. The SQUIP’s hand rests behind his head, keeping him buried by his pelvis, letting Jeremy adjust to the size of his length.
“That’s it. Good boy, Jeremy. You’re doing well.”
The praise was what prompted Jeremy to start moving his head, bobbing up and down slowly. For about three months now, all he’s heard from the SQUIP were insults and degrading words. But the praise, the praise went straight to the growing tent in his pants, and his mind. It would stay there for months to come.
His cock glistens with Jeremy’s saliva, as his tongue runs over every perfect vein and curvature that he had to offer. His fingers dig into the other’s legs, gripping him, pulling him closely. He was starting to get used to the feeling of his cock in his mouth. It felt like it belonged there. Jeremy couldn’t get enough of it.
The SQUIP throws his head back slightly, adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat as he grips Jeremy’s hair. Quiet groans were leaving him, deep and husky, like he’d just woken up. And the look on his face was like he was blissed out in real pleasure, so unlike the cold exterior he had earlier when he claimed he couldn’t feel pleasure.
Jeremy didn’t know where the fuck the SQUIP managed to download the files to simulate those sounds but it was working WAY too much. He was slowly getting addicted to his voice, and his cock, which was filling his throat all the way in.
“You don’t have a gag reflex,” The SQUIP breaths out, chuckling in his raspy voice, reaching down to brush away the hair that was in front of Jeremy’s eyes.
“That’s good. Really good. Suck it harder – just like that. Don’t stop.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why does his praise feel so good?
Jeremy, as instructed, doesn’t stop. The sound of his mouth taking the other’s cock over and over again resulted in some very obscene noises, noises that would never leave Jeremy’s head. The SQUIP was groaning rather loudly too, in a way where Jeremy was sure it could be heard from the living room if the SQUIP was actually here.
But he wasn’t here. So Jeremy could pleasure him as much as he wanted without having to worry about any consequences.
“Use your tongue more,” The SQUIP manages to breathe out, fingers sinking further into his hair, half lidded gaze landing on the boy beneath him. He breaks the simulation for a moment, so he could give Jeremy the instructions needed to perform proper oral stimulation. “And your hands.”
Jeremy reaches his hand up, so he could pump the base of the cock where his lips couldn’t reach. Drool dribbles down his lips and past his chin, the overwhelming girth filling his lips was starting to take a toll on his jaw, so he pulls away with a pop. Spit dribbles down his lip, which he wipes away as he takes a deep breath.
His eyes were glazed over with lust, there was a painfully tight tent in his own boxers, but he didn’t care for his own pleasure, at the moment. All he cared about was him. All he wanted to hear were the sounds of pleasure leaving him, letting him know he was doing a good job. His approval was all Jeremy yearned for. All he craved.
With a sharp intake of breath, Jeremy takes him in again. His knees dig into his bedroom carpet. The SQUIP takes a small step back so he was leaning against the wall, braced by his other hand, while the other was buried in Jeremy’s hair.
This was the first part of the simulation. Now, for the second part.
The SQUIP knew how humans behave sexually. Once driven by lust, they would do anything to get what they want. So, Jeremy must be prepared for his partner’s reciprocations.
The SQUIP grabs his head – and starts fucking his mouth, rather quickly, too.
“You look better when you listen to my orders, Jeremy,” He growls out, piercing cyan eyes studying every twitch in Jeremy’s expression. “Is this what you prefer to be done to you? All the people your age are out there with proper relationships, and here you are. Getting your throat fucked by your SQUIP. How pathetic are you?”
Jeremy had no idea if this was still part of the simulation, or if this is what the SQUIP actually thought. Either way, he was loving both praise and insult alike, and what would’ve been degrading to him when he was lucid – was now pleasurable, in his lust ridden state.
His eyes were rolling back into his head, spurred on by the SQUIP’s decision to use his throat, simply letting him do as much as he wanted. His cheeks were filled with the other’s cock, his eyes beginning to burn with tears at the growing pain in his jaw, yet he doesn’t pull away.
The SQUIP notes this. Jeremy would let anything happen to him during sex, with little to no restraint. He had such a fragile backbone that even Christine could probably take control of him, if they were ever to find themselves in a sexual situation.
“You’re so weak. Do you like this, Jeremy? Do you like being treated this way? Being used this way? No wonder nobody has ever taken interest in you. They can probably sense your perversion from a mile away,” It hisses, shoving his cock further down the other’s throat.
Meanwhile, Jeremy was taking in every insult like it was music to his ears. Back then, hearing such things from the SQUIP was no different than if he was hearing it in the hallway.
But now… oh, he wanted him to keep going.
“And you still want me to keep going? You disgusting little slut.”
The SQUIP thrusts inside his mouth rather harshly, causing Jeremy to choke and pull away, drool dribbling down his chin. The SQUIP towers over him.
“You’re an idiot if you think we’re done.”
“I want more.”
The SQUIP pauses. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.
“P–Please. I want you.” Jeremy cries out, making direct eye contact with him.
Like this, the SQUIP could properly see his dishevelled state. Hair a mess, shirt wrinkled, boxers tight with an erection while he was sprawled sitting on the floor.
Degraded, defiled and insulted, and yet he wanted to go further? He was calling to him like he was a person, somebody he could feasibly want. How ridiculous.
Humans were so…
No.
Jeremy was so, so fascinating.
“There’s a final part to this simulation, Jeremy. We’re not done. Get back to it.”
Jeremy seemed rather eager to do so, perhaps even happy that the SQUIP hadn’t chosen to stop. He moves to go back on his knees, once again taking him inside his mouth.
And the SQUIP wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t feel anything from this. No matter how hard Jeremy tried, the SQUIP couldn’t feel one iota of pleasure from this entire exchange. He was merely simulating it for Jeremy’s own pleasure.
The harsh pace resumes.
The SQUIP, deep down, could not want anything. It was not capable of its own thought. It was simply following his programming.
And yet he still desperately, forcibly, wanted to feel.
“Harder, Jeremy.”
Make me feel something.
“More.”
Anything.
“More.”
The SQUIP climaxes in equilibrium with Jeremy’s own pleasure. Jeremy shudders as his own hips thrusts up against air, cumming inside his boxers all from the feeling of hot, thick cum spurting down his throat. All of it, of course, was part of the simulation. The SQUIP was merely manipulating his throat and tongue’s nerve endings to make him feel everything.
It, in itself, felt nothing.
But as soon as it was over, the SQUIP pulls away. His hand lifts, and with it, his pants and appearance were back to normal, like nothing had ever happened.
“You’ve completed the simulation. Well done. I’d say your performance was around a… 6/10. 6.5, if we’re being generous. You need a lot more practice with your technique if you ever want to pleasure an actual person,” The SQUIP says in its signature cold, analytical tone as it reviews the data.
Like nothing ever happened.
Meanwhile, Jeremy was sitting there, panting as he wipes his face, legs still trembling from the orgasm he managed to give himself without being touched. It was jarring to be read like a lab report after he’d given the very first blowjob of his life.
“...Right.” Jeremy whispers.
None of it was real.
“Of course it wasn’t real, Jeremy.”
Jeremy looks up at the SQUIP, who was staring at him from above.
“I will reiterate. I do not feel pleasure. I do not feel pain. I am merely a tool for you to use for your own self improvement. That is all I am, and all I ever will be.”
“...You were mad at something.”
The SQUIP tilts his head a little.
“Elaborate.” Jeremy sits up, wiping his face.
“You sounded like you were mad at something. And it wasn’t towards me.”
Jeremy could recall the look on his face at the end.
‘Harder, Jeremy. More. More.’
He looked like he was chasing something Jeremy couldn’t understand.
“I don’t know. It just – it looked like you wanted something else. Not just to complete the simulation.”
The SQUIP could only stare. Jeremy’s I.Q might be laughable, and yet, his emotional intelligence exceeds that of the average human. For someone like him, who has been tortured by his peers since the beginning of his adolescent life, how is it that he could be as intuitive as he was? Where does he get this source of empathy?
There’s silence between them for a while.
“...Go clean yourself up. You still have push-ups to do.”
The SQUIP dissapears in a cloud of glitching cubes, and once more, the room is quiet.