Total Reload
Chapter Two
“Mom didn’t go to work today!”
“She called in sick,” said Michael.
“She’s never called in sick, ever.”
“Then it’s about time she did, look I won’t argue with you Brooks. You want your mom back, fine. Do what I tell you to do and you’ll get her back. Fuck with me, and I’ll sell her to the Sons of Shanlong. You can negotiate with those crazy fuckers to get her back. Are we on the same page?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Michael threw Brooks down, falling on him with a knee to the chest, pinning Brooks to the ground.
“No, ‘yeah, I guess’ about it! Are we on the same page, and it better be, sir, yes, sir!”
It seemed odd to see two boys not even old enough to drink, with one demanding the other call him sir.
“Sir, yes, sir,” said Brooks in defeat.
Day 179
“Hello boys,” said Sandy.
The forty-year-old wore clothing, but she might as well be naked. As always, her signature low cut top, this one made from red bandanas, allowed everyone a good look at her large rack and darkly tanned cleavage. She pulled her denim short shorts so tight that the heavy mid-seam disappeared into the folds of her camel toe.
“I just got back from the beauty shop. You boys like it?”
She moved her head side to side to show off her 60s style flip. Sandy looked every bit the prom queen, red, white, and blue.
“Here ya go Sandy. … It’s a Fitbit… Women freaking love them… It’s how they keep count of their steps,” said Brooks.
“Oh, my word, I’ve been wanting one of these for so long, but I didn’t know what to call ‘em,” she said, with her delightful southern twang.
“Well, it is yours, and if you don’t mind. I’m going to see Jim and tell him I got you that, so he won’t get the wrong idea.”
“Oh honey, you don’t have to worry about Jim, but if you want to say, howdy, he’s in the den watching football.”
“I figured you’d be with the other boys buzzing around Sandy,” said the small man, drinking a beer in his den.
“It’s pretty crowded in there, if you know what I mean. Who’s playing?”
“Michigan and Ohio. Do you follow college or the pros?”
“Neither. My mom’s a librarian. We don’t even own a television. What about you who’s your favorite team?”
“I don’t like sports. I watch the games so I can have something to talk about at work.”
“Where’s that?”
“Acme Paving. I used to have a good job. I got fired because of downsizing. They could have made me train my replacement. So I guess it could have been worse. Now I work as a flagger for a road crew for a fraction of what I made before.”
Brooks felt terrible about screwing this guy over.
Day 31
“Why haven’t you told me how you feel?”
“I just thought it wasn’t my business. I understand there’s not enough room in the bath to shave your legs, but there’s enough room to shave your armpits,” he said.
“So all this time, your mother has grossed you out?”
“I thought all kids were supposed to be grossed out by their parents.”
The discussion was proof of concept for Brooks’ programming. While building his algorithm, he discovered he had a 90% chance of his mother sleeping in his bed if she could use her bedroom for more book storage. The memories Brooks installed revolved around Jamie, asking to move into his bed so she could save some books, and discovering her body hair grossed her son out.
Day 183
“What the hell?” said Brooks.
Sandy’s Fitbit went off the charts, but at 11 o’clock on a Tuesday? Maybe she needed medical help. Brooks didn’t want to call 911. How would he explain his knowledge of Sandy’s condition? It’d take half an hour to ride there on his bike, but longer on the bus. A taxi, he decided. Counting out his money mad as hell, he’d have to spend it on something that wasn’t even his problem.
Five minutes later, he was at the Hyatt home where three Acme Paving trucks were parked out front. Maybe Jim had come home for lunch and brought the crew with him. Loud dance music blared from inside the home as Brooks approached. No one was eating lunch, and now inside he could hear a woman yelping and moaning loudly. The noise covered his entrance into the home. Quietly, he moved, hiding as he went. He got on his hands and knees, thinking the intruders would be less likely to look down.
As the music faded between songs, Brooks could hear the men laughing and berating Sandy and Jim, calling her a whore and a slut, and him a cuck. He looked around for anything reflective, and then he saw the glazed shower doors. Not a perfect mirror, but in this light, it was damned close. Brooks could see Jim naked and on his knees with his hands behind his back. Two big men with huge dicks laughed at him.
“Look at that. He’s got a fucking hard-on!” said the second one.
“Hey Jimmy boy, lunch is done. Here boy, here boy, come and get it,” said the one who just pulled out of Sandy’s pussy.
“No! Crawl bitch boy! That’s it, now sniff it. Does it smell good?”
Jim sniffed his wife’s thoroughly fucked twat as the first guy’s semen bubbled out, seeping into the crack of Sandy’s ass.
“Y-y-yes sir.”
“Call me, master,” he said, with a growling air of malice.
“M-m-master.”
The men roiled in laughter.
“Oh, my, you bet your candied ass it’s master! Every time I walk by, you call me master, and every time I show up, you hop up and give me a seat. Do you understand me, boy?”
“Yes, master.”
“Now beg, bitch.”
“Master?”
“Motherfucker! I said beg! I didn’t stutter! Now get your head down and beg or I’m gonna whip your ass like a redheaded stepchild!”
Even with the music, Brooks was certain everyone in the neighborhood could hear the big man yelling at Jim.
“Please.”
Another round of laughter, while the second big guy went back to fucking Sandy’s face with his enormous cock.
“Please what?”
“Please, may I have my lunch, master?”
Day 172
“Read this to me, Ms. Librarian.”
“Slaves are property. Rules: Number one, property doesn’t think. Number two, property doesn’t speak unless spoken to. Number three, property does what it’s told to do. Number four, property will always be clean. Number five, property will always be in a state of submission,” said Jamie, reading from the poster sized list of rules, while choking through tears.
Day 107
“You like this,” said Jamie, sucking on Brooks’ cock until it tapped the back of her throat.
Brooks curled his toes in absolute bliss. His first blowjob and he earned it by programming his mother all on his own. He lost track of her stats while carried aloft on the warm, wet pleasure emanating from Jamie slurping on his throbbing dick.
“All those times you kissed me to make it better, you should have done this,” he said dreamily.
“You were a child.”
“I don’t think I would have complained.”
“You would have once they locked me up and threw away the key!”
Talking stops the blowjob, talking stops the blowjob, Brooks mentally chided himself, while pulling Jamie’s head back down on his dick. He reached down, grabbing his shaft at the base with a couple of fingers. Jamie caught on instantly as Brooks jacked his shaft. She backed up on the tip, then followed him down, letting his dick fill her mouth. Once they were in sync, he urged her on, moving his hand faster and faster.
“I’m about to cum, mom!”
“What?” was all she said before Brooks shot his semen inside her mouth.
“It doesn’t taste like I it.”
“Better or worse?”
“Bitter and (cough) it tickles the throat.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hear coffee makes cum taste bitter.”
“It’s okay, I like how you taste, and I love how happy it makes you,” she said, with her eyes smiling back at her son.
Day 183
“I caught Sandy and Jim having sex with two big beefy dudes from Jim’s work. It seemed like this was the first time for this group, but I’m sure this wasn’t the first time Sandy and Jim have done this.”
“Perfect. We videotape it and blackmail her ass.”
“I want my mom back.”
“Yeah, about that. I’m getting attached to her. I’m sure once I’m fucking Sandy I won’t care about Fuck Pig anymore.”
“You call my mom, Fuck Pig?”
“You want me to kick your ass again?” Michael said, shoving Brooks hard against the wall.
“No.”
“No, what bitch?”
“Sir, no, sir.”
“Good, now tell me when do we need to set up our video recorders?”
“Sure, except Sandy likes big dick. As in, I think she only fucks big dick. So you can blackmail her all you want, but she won’t give a fuck about you two anymore than she cares for her husband,” said Brooks in a resentful, flat tone, shaking off the pain of being slammed against the brickwork.
“Can’t you reprogram her to like regular guys?”
“Maybe we can use aversion therapy to change her preferences, but there’s no guarantee. You’ll have to come up with a reason for her to wear a VR headset.”
“Drug her.”
“Drugging her won’t work. You need her to … give me a couple of days. There’s a role playing VR maze game written in Ren’Py I can use as long as she’s wearing the neural net mind controller.”
“A what?”
“You know there are controllers that work by reading brainwave energy, right? Well, we’ll need to put her in a situation where she has to choose mentally between option A and option B. Option A being you and Sean, while option B is the road crew guys. Every time she mentally picks B, she receives negative reinforcement and the opposite when she picks A.”
“Dude, no wonder you’re fucking your mom.”
“Michael, I don’t want to do this. All I want is my mother back. You’re the one that wants to get hooked up with Sean’s mom. It is not my fault that she’d rather fuck big dicked men. Seriously, what are you going to do with her once you get her? You shoving your normal sized cock up her twat will be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway.”
“That’s my mom,” said Sean.
“Shut it,” said Michael, shoving Sean over backwards.
Day 193
“Those look good on you,” said Michael, iring the piercings in Jamie’s clit and nipples.
“Thank you, sir,” said Jamie.
“Your son’s really pissing me off, and you know what happens when junior pisses me off?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jamie, bending over and spreading her ass-cheeks.
“God, I hate your fucking rug-rat,” he said, slamming his hard dick up her bruised asshole.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Shut the fuck up and take it, you whore!”
Michael hated her as much as he hated Brooks. They were weird, pale, smelly, and smart, but not smarter than him because they did what he said, and that made him number one.
He enjoyed fucking, berating, and abusing the helpless woman while her nerdy little boy got to cry himself to sleep. It made Michael feel like a winner. Soon he’d be doing this to Sandy. He’d get the road crew guys fired. It would serve them right. In no time, Michael came.
“Clean up time, Fuck Pig!”
Day 202
“This is the beauty of Ai. We’ve collected our data and in a few minutes our bot will match it to all the pertinent information available. But that’s not all. We can process our data through five major LLMs, which will give us probable scenarios with the predictable success rate plus or minus five percent. But before I press send, I want my mother back… Michael, stop! Take another step and I’ll erase the whole fucking thing.”
Brooks didn’t move he kept his finger over the delete button.
“I’ll beat your ass, and then I’ll take it to a computer guy and he’ll recover the files for me.”
“Your computer guy won’t be able to get into my computer without permanently destroying the files you want to recover. If recovering files were that easy, Michael, no hacker would ever be safe because the detectives could just read their laptop.”
“Well, she’s not here. Is she?”
“I’ll wait or I can just erase these files right now.”
“Fine, I’m tired of her shit, anyway.”
It took half an hour before Michael came back with Jamie. Her red hair dyed black to match her nail polish and lipstick. When she arrived wearing only a raincoat, she acted afraid to be near Brooks.
“Run your damn program.”