hoardofharbingers

[hoardofharbingers]

A Bug

Nick thought college would bless him with the time of his life, especially romantically. As a gay guy living in a small conservative town, he never had the opportunity to express that love he swears we was born to give, but he'd come to find out that it wasn't all that it was chalked up to be. He hadn't even forgotten his first heartbreak, if he could even call it that. He met the man on Hinge and asked to meet in the library. Minutes later, Nick would have his first kiss taken in that library restroom. But Nick would unfortunately find himself crestfallen just as fast as he was ecstatic.

The message came from nowhere. Nick had been folding his laundry when he saw a giant wall of text from the man saying how "he feels like he isn't ready for a relationship, but he's down to still be friends." "I thought we were doing good!" he thought to himself. Nick tried to convince him to give him a second chance, but moments after Nick saw that the man read his message, he had been blocked.

Everywhere. Insta. Hinge. Snapchat. Even Spotify. That one stung especially, as the man asked him for it, even complimenting his music taste.

Nick was upset, but nothing more. There are other people to date, right? But it's been a few months. Not to say that he never went on a date, but every single boy ended up just wanting something casual with him, and when he protested for more, they cut him off. He'd given up hope, but for some reason, he still kept the app. He tells himself he just keeps forgetting to delete it, but really, he just keeps the app just hoping that it fetch him anything.

And it kind of did?

It came in a notification from Hinge.

"Hello. Your profile has been selected to be part of a select group of alpha testers for a new update. Recent studies have shown that the perfect picture to the perfect prompt could get you more matches. This version is designed to help boost your profile to get the most matches in your area-"

There had been more text, but Nick neglected to read it. His answer was probably no, but his eyes said otherwise as they lingered on the offer. There wasn't anything forcing him, but he reconsidered.

"Am I really doing this?" he asked himself.

Soon enough, he found himself scrolling past the Terms & Conditions and straight into the "I Accept," button. Having just cleaned his room, he really has nothing else better to do at the moment.

It wasn't long until it finished updating. Nick opened the app, and for some reason, it was treating him like he had never downloaded the app before.

"You're one of a kind. Your profile should be, too," it said. Nick was annoyed but pressed on, his fingers pressing the button that said "Enter basic info."

Seemed easy enough. It asked him "What's your name?" and typed Nico instead of Nick. Try as he might, he couldn't find the button to go back. He had to go on.

Then, he got to the part of the app that made it special: the prompts.

"Rather than having to find the perfect picture, this version will build your profile from your selection of our prompts. Will you allow Hinge to have access to your camera roll?"

Well, surely, it was a no brainer.

"Please select at least three prompts!"

Nick scrolled through the list of prompts There must have been thousands of them. "They must have every single sentence on here," Nick joked.

He just wanted to play it safe. He pressed "Morning Routine."

The app prompted him to wait as they brought in the perfect picture, but Nick would be slightly horrified to see that the picture they chose shows a completely random person sitting in front of a mirror in his garage. He looked good, though. Lean. Tall. Asian. He looks like he'd play in intramurals competitively, chasing an adrenaline rush that probably peaked in high school. If anything, he's the kind of guy Nick would jerk off to. And then, he felt an urge. His hands dug into his pants shamelessly. Nick's inhibitions typically wouldn't let him do something like this, but today was... different.

And just like with his name, he had no option to return. Nick will be sure to complain about the lack of backtracking. So he scrolled down the list again. One of the prompts stared at him. "Dating me is like."

Nick anticipated which of his photos would be selected, but the same Asian guy was in the photo, shirtless once again. He was in a really messy room, clothes strewn everywhere. Even Nick felt repulsed by it. It was almost like he could smell the picture.

Actually, that was his underwear. All six of them. They lied strewn across the floor, some clearly stained. They should have been in the laundry a week ago, but Nick opted to just reuse it. The smell of the room clearly changed, but Nick couldn't put a finger on it. He could recognize the smell of weed, axe, and sex as his room's, but hadn't he just cleaned it? "Ugh, my dick is so hard," Nick mutters. Nick looked down to see that his shirt was suddenly gone, further adding to his confusion

Suddenly, Nick belched. ""BUUUUUUUUURP! Where did that come from?" He wondered, but didn't dwell. Nick's train of thought could no longer extend past a certain length, and judging by how hard his dick is, he's certainly passed the point where he just can't worry about anything. He looked around his room, nearly identical to the one in the picture, but he didn't make the connection.

He didn't notice as his skin darkened and his eyes grew slightly slimmer. The smell in his room has seemingly found a home in Nick's armpits, but he wasn't done yet.

"Me on a typical Sunday."

The picture showed a man, seemingly the same one as before, on a motorbike. The helmet covered the man's face, but Nick, not noticing how much faster he's pumping, already knew it was him.

"Wait, why do I know that's me?" Nick thought, though he didn't dwell on it due to his growing arousal. Besides, of course it was him. Nick looked in the mirror and saw the body, confidently flexing his hard-earned muscles before continuing with the app.

Finally, the last prompt. "My simple pleasures."

Nick's hand mindlessly dug into his pants as he waited for Hinge's selection and by this point, he had already been leaking pre. He waited in anticipation as Hinge quickly selected the perfect photo for the prompt. But there wasn't a face. There wasn't much of a background either, unless you count the lesbian porn playing in the background. It was a dick. His dick. All seven inches. All for display. Hard and erect and ready for breedi-

"Wait, what?" Nick asked himself. "I'm a bottom, I don't bree-"

Then suddenly, fantasies of absolutely ruining a 5'4 Vietnamese girl at a rave started to rise. No, not fantasies. Memories. It was like simply muttering the word sparked his dick to life.

"Fuck," he said. He immediately folded, fist fucking as hard as he can. As much as he was trying to, he couldn't resist muttering something between each bated breath. All thoughts of men had disappeared. All he could focus on were curves and cummed-on faces.

"Need... tits! Need... pussy!" he squirmed. He was so close.

His mind started melting. Things didn't add quite right, but that didn't matter to Nick. Nick, or Nico, just wanted to bust. The Viet Girl in his memory screamed out his name as he naughtily recalls how much he made her squirt in that public stall. She called herself his "cumsleeve". He filled her up. Twice.

And then, he busted. Nico sprayed his load all over his bare stomach as he squirmed on his bed, with the only thing in his mind being the baby he just put inside her. "Gotta breed!" Hinge chimed. The profile was complete.

20.

Filipino.

Straight.

Short-term.

"You're all done! Welcome to Hinge, Nico!"

But Nico didn't care. He had passed out from the pleasure. By the time he woke up, Nick was just a nightmare Nico would immediately forget.

A notification woke him up. It was the morning after. Half-erect, Nico opened the app to see a line of girls shooting their shot with him. Every profile of a conventionally attractive woman made Nico's dick light up, like it had just discovered fire.

Nico then remembered about the update he signed up for. He checked out his profile and was pretty okay, but it wasn't him enough. He went to add another prompt, placing his faith on the Hinge algorithm to find the perfect words for this perfect prompt:

"I go a little crazy for..."

And then, the app filled in "crazy women."

Nico chuckled. Hinge knew him so well.