Cyberpunk Freeuse (2): Orgy Mass

This story was inspired by the cyberpunk genre, freeuse genre, and noir stories. My other idea was to make the male protagonist as unidentifiable as possible with no specific race, hair color, or defining characteristic other than early middle age. In that regard inspired by stories like the Halo series Protagonist, Master Chief.

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He continued to take the bus. It was mixed emotions. On one hand he was ecstatic to have met someone with mysterious life long potential. A chemistry which was in some ways ethereal yet concrete. Who knows if we would have connected without support of AI, who knows if we would have orgasmed without uber-corporate authority and a weak government which betrayed its mandate daily.  On the other hand he was sad that he had no idea when they would meet again. He respected her desire for mystery and an erotic Masquerade-esque romance. Sure they know each other’s face but they don’t know each other’s names, or anything about each other other than Kinks and the sound of each other’s voice as they spoke with ecstatic orgasmic passion. He had faith his AI Guru would take care of him. It had been years which the two had been paired, the second major cyber upgrades he purchased in his youth.

I admit that my Kinks are numerous, there are many fantasies I have which involve clothing everything from leather, fishnet, and school girl outfits… and military outfits… and fantasy sci-fi outfits… and the list goes on and on and on.  One of the blessings of augmented reality was that my AI could mimic a sensation of leather,  fishnets or any fabric as well as the sight of it. In  reality we could see each other naked if we wanted to do so. This was helpful for winter sex because nobody wanted to be naked when it was snowing outside but still horny as hell. He silently chuckled in his mind HAHAHAHA. The weather was lovely today so I need to take advantage. No acid rain, lightning storms or hints of nuclear fallout. Just unadulterated sunshine and clouds which could be interpreted in many ways. Of course it would be nice weather in the day he had to spend 24 hours underground in religious service.

As he reflected on the last 40 years of modern history, two thirds of his life he couldn’t help but have mixed gratitude. Sure, violence was the norm and today he was glad not to hear gunshots echo in his surrounding area, or random mugging which he sometimes assisted against or assisted the muggers. Who cares about rich corpos anyway. Yet the technology which made his morning possible was on his mind. He witnessed people waiting for the next bus giving each other lap dances underneath the rusty and corroded rain shelter, on the “steel” bench. 

It was several decades since the free use app called Consent was used on smartphones for subscribers (the irony that it should be called payuse is not lost on anyone in city limits) to know each other’s Kinks and limits. This app transformed dating in the 21st century as the biggest improvement to relationship finding since matchmakers began their profession centuries or millenia ago. This app allowed for constant consent and empathy. Women were allowed full independence and assurance about motivations for friendships.There were no missed signals, it was crystal clear what was wanted, when it wasn’t wanted, a person’s interests, types (blonde, brunette, red head, five inch dick, soulkiller cock), and every granular detail to indicate compatibility of all kinds. Hell, just because someone wants to fuck you doesn’t mean you are interested. You may have a very specific type. Men (outside of movies, when does this happen, honestly) would have all their curiosity satisfied; When red heads passed, they could find out if the curtains match the drapes. The app was just for sex originally but such was its success that it expanded to relationships of all kinds. It was a multi billion dollar corpo overnight. Probably the only corporate undertaking I support outside of the cyber research.  Friends knew if they were interested in each other or were there ulterior motives. Like did they hope to fuck you doggy after a year for pity sex. Were they better suited for platonic friendship, lust, or something more erotically intimate? How much were they meant to be? AI upgrades helped to support simulations of these metrics and scenarios.

He remembered the day he  lost his virginity. His great grand parents waited until marriage. He subscribed at 16, the age of consent in the city, and five minutes later popped his cherry in the library. There he was at his desk in sweat pants and a denim jacket with patches from his favorite rap artist and punk artist when she walked up in a miniskirt and a g-string, grinded on his lap to the rhythm of the latest hit pop song (played in their headset  you still have to be quiet, silence is golden).

When my hard on couldn’t take it anymore, I put on my condom, slipped her g-string to the side and then bent her over the table. My balls acting as wrecking balls as they smacked her clit. In the digital age, libraries were the only quiet place to do homework even if most books were old and decorative. Cyberspace and the infamous Matri-net was where all knowledge can be accessed and downloaded if you can pay. If not you have to wait after an hour of advertising… hence sex in a library to pass the time. She and I didn’t need the gym as we waited five hours to watch enough advertisements to collect our college books. In that first  bent over session, I lasted five minutes. But sessions two,  three and four each lasted twenty minutes or more. Eating her out under the table while an advertisement played for canned soup… no the moment wasn’t ruined… we were making our own music video. Orgies became common in the daytime library, and at night time they became common in clubs. 

Then came along bio nanite cyber tech which allowed for a new sexual revolution to take place. This revolution was the biggest of its kind since the Swinging 60s of the 20th century. Or Caligula’s orgy from thousands of years ago, or the invention of fishnet clothing to circumvent nudity laws in 19th century French Cancan performances…. Or was it burlesque? Or the vibrator … lube… let’s say it’s fucking significant and hats off to the nerds who programmed this shit.The headlines on the side of the building, in between its holographic advertising, read “what is it about the 60s and now which makes people horny?” People now wondered what life was like 50 years ago. Their grandparents may have told them about condoms, STDs, unwanted pregnancy- all things of the past. It saved on Healthcare costs and was a joint government and corpo sponsored initiative. Everything else medical related still costs an arm and a leg  and most poor souls (read- 85% of the city population) still choose between paying rent and having shifty processed food on the table, never mind the luxury of basic medical insurance.

Hell, calling a cop requires security insurance, but violent crime was always “handled”. It may be the mass executions of the draconian law system by city police, the paid over zealous bounty hunters who exceed at dead rather than alive when given the option, or corpo security. Some may be glorified mall cops with literal licenses to kill (a lovely two hour course you can do from your bedroom, costing only slightly more than a fast food value meal).  Knights, samurai and other glorified warriors once existed for “honor” but in this day and  age, you get a risky job or die from homelessness. These days the criminal element have more honor than most legal organizations, and these outlaws take things by force on a whim. Corporations have more authority than the government. Good luck going  into credit card debt or you will be sent to the Armatech penal mines. Nothing says cheap labor than the prison industrial complex.

My grandfather knew it was the sign of decline when the anti-monopoly and anti trust laws were repealed.