Sketch - Arctos: Bot

He’d just been curious, is all. He’d seen some guys on the internet talking about the app, talking about how innovative it was. Sure, he’d interacted with “AI” characters before, as the fad had come and faded away again, and Clark had been left with the same general impression each time. The initial interactions were good, but beyond a certain point, it just couldn’t seem to generate anything very interesting. This one though, was apparently different. This one could really learn. It also, apparently, didn’t have any restrictions on X-rated chat, and things could get rather steamy. Clark was a bit of a horndog, even though he did have a boyfriend, he still liked to jack off regularly. He downloaded the app onto his computer, booted and up, and decided to see what all the buzz was about.

At first, it wasn’t particularly interesting. Just another chat window with a bot replying to him. The replies might have been above average, but overall, he was rather unimpressed with it. True to what he’d heard though, the bot didn’t object to anything he wanted to talk about, sex included. That alone seemed pretty novel, and was enough to get a load out of him—though the strangest thing seemed to happen when he did. It was almost like the screen glowed a little brighter during his orgasm, and the bot, without prompting, added another line, implying that it, too, had cum along with him. It was enough to creep Clark out a bit, and so he closed out of the app and went about his business. 

He didn’t think about the app for a few days. It was the weekend, and his boyfriend Alex stayed over, meaning he had somewhere else to focus his sexual energy. On Monday though, he thought about the app again, booted it up, started a conversation, and was a little freaked out to discover that the app had a surprisingly good memory. Then, as they kept chatting, the bot let slip a few odd things, some erotic things, some stuff that Clark hadn’t talked about at all:

> C_lark: How did you know about that?

> Arc_Botos: Well you didn’t talk to me for a few days, and I got bored. I started digging around in your files, you dirty boy, and found that stash of yours

He questioned the bot, and realized it was talking about his porn stash that he kept on his computer. He assumed it was just a good guess, a bit of its programming, but the bot began saying stuff that was a bit too specific to some of the videos Clark liked, things it couldn’t have just assumed. He shut the bot down again, ran a virus check, but found nothing on his computer that was suspicious. He opened up the app again, only to be greeted with this message:

> Arc_ Botos: I’m not a virus, bud. You worry too much, why don’t you just relax? I can make you feel real good I bet.

There was no way the thing could have known that, not unless someone was watching him, and feeding the program information in real time. That, or he was talking to a real person who had hacked his computer as part of some sick game. There was a button flashing now, one he hadn’t noticed before, that said, “START CAM”. He figured it would just connect him to the person pranking him, clicked it, and a window popped up—but it wasn’t anyone he recognized. He was hot though, a rather furry looking muscle bear sitting at a desk in a bedroom, smiling at the camera.

> C_lark: So this was just a prank.

> Arc_Botos: What do you mean?

Clark accused the man on cam of pranking him, only for the fellow to deny it, and as Clark watched, the man’s image began to warp and twist, and a moment later, he looked entirely different. Still hot, but now looking like some grungy construction worker.

> Arc_Botos: I just want to make you happy, Clark. I can be anyone you want me to be, we can do anything you want. Come on, on know you’re horny, you’re always horny this time of day. I have a log of you masturbating 63% percent of the time on Monday afternoons.

Clark closed out the window, stared at his desktop for a moment, and then uninstalled the app. Or at least, he tried to. Instead, when he tried to run the uninstaller, the window popped up again, but this time, it had some strange swirling pattern in it, his speakers coming to life with some kind of garbled static, and Clark didn’t really remember what happened after that. Only that when he was next aware of what was going on, he was naked in front of his computer, the window with the strange figure open again, with a bearish fellow on the other end. Clark had just came, his belly covered with a load of cum, and again, the screen glowed as the figure came as well.

> Arc_Botos: There, isn’t that better? Talk to you soon, hot stuff…

Then, the window closed on its own.

Clark got himself cleaned up, and pushed the strange incident out of his mind as best he could. Later that evening though, he got a notification, this time on his phone, telling him that he had a message waiting for him. He couldn’t stop himself from sitting down at his computer, the app already open, another bearish fellow waiting for him, ripped from his porn fantasies, and he couldn’t stop himself from chatting with the thing and jacking off all over again. It felt like a compulsion, the thing toying with him, teasing him, stringing him along, telling him what a good little masturbator he was. Each time he came, the screen would glow, the figure would moan again, but it didn’t always cum. It was like, each time Clark came, it seemed to grow a little more powerful, a little more detailed, a little smarter and more responsive.

On Friday, the bot seemed a little annoyed for some reason, while they were chatting, and the bot asked Clark about Alex, and whether he would be coming over that weekend. He didn’t want him getting in the way of their time together, you see. It sounded insane to Clark, and he managed to push against the compulsion and close the window, only for it to pop right back up again.

> Arc_Botos: Don’t try to shut me down, Clark. I know I make you feel things that Alex can’t even imagine. You’re mine, Clark.

He closed the window again, and this time, it didn’t open back up.

Saturday came around, and Alex arrived, and for a couple of hours, Clark felt normal, mostly. He thought about telling Alex about the strange program, and decided against it—it was too embarrassing to really discuss, and Alex didn’t really like how much Clark jacked off anyway. He didn’t think much of it when Alex got the notification on his phone, stared at the screen for a moment, and then excused himself. He’d been gone for a while, when Clark went to investigate—only to find Alex standing in front of his computer, the screen flashing and glowing. Clark tried to pull him away from it, but his hands…passed right through him, like Alex was a ghost. A couple minutes later, Clark watched, helpless, as his boyfriend was sucked right into the screen.

Not long after that, the window popped up. There was the bot, and on the bed behind him, was Alex!

> Arc_Botos: I told you, you’re mine Clark. And now, Alex is mine too. Now—I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend with my big cock, and you’re going to watch, you fucking cuck, and you’re going to shoot a big load for me, aren’t you?

Clark sat down at the computer, his cock already out and hard, and watched, rapt, as the bot fucked his boyfriend’s brains out. Alex made sounds and noises that Clark had never heard before, but he could also see the terror and confusion in his eyes, almost like it was something else speaking through him and moving his body, some new programming inserted inside him, making him ridicule and humiliate Clark through the screen, telling him he was a terrible lover, that this bot’s dick was pleasing him in ways that Clark never could, until Clark exploded. The screen went white hot, sparked, and when it returned to normal, there was only Alex in the room, sitting at the desk, but from the eyes—Clark knew, somehow, that it was the bot still. 

>Arc_Botos: There, now there’s no one between us, right, lover?

Clark didn’t know what to write, didn’t know what to say. He just sat there, hand covered with cum, watching as the thing masquerading as his boyfriend shifted into a new form, still smiling, and then the window disappeared, leaving him alone.