C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 27: BAD NEWS FOR O’ROURKE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

O'Rourke plays a dirty trick to Lance but then, he too gets a bad surprise that makes him feel that his unchallenged command over the Cube has become unexpectedly shaky. Upon release, Lance and Kareem enjoy some high-class sexual relief at the most exclusive venue of the Cube, the ‘Nebula Palace Hotel & Spa’.

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~ Detention ~

Lance glanced with affection at Kareem, Perry and Sean, now finally relaxed and contented. The cruel sexual tension that they had to endure for almost twenty-four hours, due to the powerful aphrodisiac that O’Rourke added to their food, was taking a heavy toll on them all; but Lance, despite being still sore for the abuse he had to suffer at the Rowdy Hole, could grant them some badly needed relief.

“I have to go, now” – Lance said to his friends – “but I promise I’ll come back visit you as soon and frequently as O’Rourke lets me.”

In that moment the door to the brig opened and O’Rourke marched in, followed by Officer Reeves, one of his most loyal and evil subordinates. They walked to the bar door that closed the detention cell and Reeves, with a swift unexpected move, reached through the bars and grabbed Lance’s clothes lying on the floor.

“Hey!” – Lance immediately protested – “I need my clothes to go home!”

“Who talked about going home?” – O’Rourke replied with a mischievous grin – “You’re not going anywhere, Mr. Maynar. You could see yourself that these men need a cum dump, and you’re perfect for the role, aren’t you?”

He probably expected Lance to leap on his feet and protest loudly, swearing at him, but Lance just moved slowly to the door, looked at O’Rourke with a defeated expression and said: “It won’t ever end, Captain, will it? You will never leave us alone, you’ll be never satisfied. Why…? Why do you hate us so much??”

“For many different reasons” – O’Rourke growled, angrily, moving closer to Lance – “You, Lance, are all a man should never be, a filthy whore! And what’s worse, you like it! And you even ask for money for doing your abominable… things to your men! For Kareem it’s different, I hate him because he constantly fights me back and conspires behind my back to undermine my authority! With a valuable help from his partner in crime: Sean! Say, Kareem, how did you like feeling Sean’s cock stretching your cunt? Yeah, your dear friend thought he was just making love to his wife, but in the meantime he was banging you good and hard! Ha ha ha!!”

“Motherfucker!!” – Sean yelled, trying in vain to reach for O’Rourke through the bars – “What have you done to my wife?? I’ll kill you, you hear me? I swear I’ll kill you!!”

“Ha ha ha!! Shut up, sissy, those threats don’t suit you. I may well link your wife to one of my bitches, next time, so you can see with your own eyes how a real man treats his woman! And now, gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to leave you, I’m a busy man, you know. Keep your hole ready, Mr. Maynar, because soon your friends will need a second round, and then a third one. I only wonder who’s going to return the favor when you need it. I suggest Sean: he must have a nice virgin hole to open up! Ha ha ha!!”

O’Rourke and Reeves went away, and Lance sat heavily on the only bed of the cell: “This is a nightmare… But there’s a chance that the nightmare will end, sooner or later.”

Kareem shot at Lance an inquiring glance, but Lance suspected that there were microphones hidden in the cell, so he moved closer to Kareem, to talk into his ear; but before saying anything, he turned to Perry: “You too, Perry. Come closer”

They stood in the middle of the small cell, clinging to each other, their faces a few inches apart, ready to share Lance’s secret news; while Sean stood apart, looking at them with sorry eyes and a tense expression.

“Sean” – Lance said, turning to the cop – “we have no secrets for you; but you’re still a cop, and I don’t want to put you in a bad situation. You decide whether you want to know or not.”

“I’ve taken my decision long ago, you know I’m with you, it’s not that. It’s that… I’m naked… and you all are naked…” – Sean replied, embarrassed at the idea of pressing his own naked body against three other naked men. Lance shot him a warm smile: “There’s nothing sexual, Sean. And besides, we’re… intimate by now, aren’t we?”

“Don’t remind me…” – Sean grumbled, moving closer to the group to listen to Lance’s news.

“Triple-A has been great…” – Lance revealed, whispering – “With the help of Alastair, he could access the A.I. and add a lot of data that can potentially destroy O’Rourke. Sure enough he will lose the support of both his most powerful friends: the Ministry will soon find out that O’Rourke had an affair with his wife, and the Chief of the Police Corps will be shocked at discovering that O’Rourke finds sexual gratification in torturing the inmates. Oh, and Sean, all the cases of ‘Uranian behavior’ recorded under your name in the A.I. have been classified as forced by O’Rourke. You’re clean.”

“And now don’t laugh, or someone may overhear us” – Lance added – “but our esteemed Captain, according to the A.I., enjoys weekly orgies with Reeves and Wilde, on Fridays!”

The four guys stifled an amused chuckle, and Kareem asked: “So, O’Rourke is officially a cheater, a sadist and a faggot, now?”

“Not yet. Tomorrow morning everything should be revealed, but frankly I don’t know what consequences, if any, the news will bear. Scandals are covered up every day, when they involve prominent people. Anyway” – Lance said louder – “we’d better try and sleep a bit. There’s only one bed, and I suggest that Kareem and Perry sleep there, while Sean and I will sleep on the floor.”

Sean faintly shook his head, moving back to the farthest corner of the cell: “I prefer to stay here. There’s so little space between the bed and the bars, we would stay… er… uncomfortably close to each other.”

Lance flashed a patient smile and took the bedsheet from the bed: “Here, take this and cover yourself. And then come here and lay down next to me: I swear on my honor that your virtue will be safe.”

Sean smiled shyly, moving closer and wrapping the bedsheet around his naked body: “I’m so sorry… I thought I was more open-minded than this, but apparently I’m just a bigoted straight man…”

The four guys lay down, two on the bed and two on the floor, and quickly drifted to sleep, exhausted as they were. The temperature, at the Cube, was always constantly warm, and at first Lance had no problems sleeping naked on the floor; but he didn’t consider how wicked O’Rourke could be…

In the middle of the night, Lance woke up, shivering for the cold, as apparently O’Rourke had decided to cut off the heating in the detention cells. Judging by the loud snores coming from the bed, Perry and Kareem were fine, on the warm mattress; and Sean had the bedsheet keeping him warm. «I’ll survive…» – Lance thought with a sight, and closed again his eyes, trying to stop his shivers. But they didn’t stop, because the temperature was slowly getting even colder, as the night went on.

Lance stifled a gasp when, out of the blue, he felt a warm bedsheet covering him and an even warmer body pressing against his own. “Sean… you don’t have to…” – he murmured, and Sean held him tight in his arms, whispering: “Isn’t our motto ‘To protect and serve’? Then let me protect you. Against the cold, at least. Now sleep, Lance. And… uhm… thank you for what you did to help me, earlier. My stupid bigoted ego made me feel less of a man…”

“At the Rowdy Hole, when you said to O’Rourke ‘You better don’t, sir’, I thought that you were all a real man is supposed to be. I truly admired you for your courage. What happened earlier in this cell doesn’t mean anything. Anything at all.”

Sean smiled and held Lance tighter, sharing their body heat, and they fell asleep again.

 

~ Unexpected visit ~

The next morning O’Rourke arrived at the Police Station a bit late and pissed off as usual. Officer Wilde immediately addressed him: “Sir, there’s someone waiting for you, he’s in the waiting room.”

“Then leave him there!” – O’Rourke barked – “It should be forbidden to come and bother me so early in the morning! And besides, who the fuck is he??”

“Colonel Morgan, Inspector of the Police Corps” – answered a tall man in uniform standing in the doorway to the waiting room, with a steely glare in his eyes – “I’m mortified to bother you so early in the morning, Captain, but I’m afraid the Police Corps have no time to waste.”

“Neither have I” – O’Rourke huffed – “so you’d better go back to the HQ and tell my dear friend Chief Bellwood that everything’s perfectly fine here, and that I send him my warmest regards.”

“Your dear friend Chief Bellwood sent me here, Captain, and I’m afraid he won’t settle this easily on a report that ‘everything’s fine’ here. Especially after some worrying news have leaked, recently. News regarding you, Captain. Now, tell me, if it’s not too much trouble for you: is currently someone restricted in the detention cells?”

“No” – O’Rourke lied, thinking hard to guess which ‘news’ about him may have leaked. “Fine” – Inspector Morgan replied, walking toward the brig – “So, you won’t mind if I check myself, will you?”

When O’Rourke reached him, Morgan was already looking with wide eyes at the overcrowded small cell, where four naked men were staring back at him, trying to modestly cover their nudity. “I bet you have a valid explanation for this, Captain, haven’t you?”

“They’re not under arrest, Inspector Morgan, that’s why I didn’t mention them…”

“O’Rourke! I meant: why are they stark naked??” – the inspector shouted – “Should I infer that you… maybe enjoy the sight of these nude men?”

O’Rourke’s face became purple: “This is outrageous! Their clothes… are currently being searched! I just have these men into custody while the investigations are in progress. I have any right to put any guest of the Cube under temporary custody!”

“Yes, for no longer than twenty-four hours!” – Perry interjected – “We’ve been detained here for almost two days without any valid reason, and in… inhuman conditions!”

Perry removed his hands from his crotch and Inspector Morgan opened his eyes wide, glancing at Perry’s massive hard cock with great embarrassment: “What does it mean? O’Rourke, why on earth are these men are in such… miserable state?”

“Ask them!” – O’Rourke huffed – “They’re faggots, after all!”

“This is not true!” – Kareem said, handing a paper cup to the inspector – “If you analyze the content of the water they give us, you’ll find a potent stimulant in it. O’Rourke has kept us in a constant state of… uhm… tension since he arrested us. We’re going insane, sir…”

“So, these men are under arrest, not just under temporary custody” – Inspector Morgan said in a glacial, turning to O’Rourke – “It’s not wise lying to an Inspector, you know, Captain? Actually, it’s utterly stupid! I want you to tell me immediately the charges against these men, what ‘investigation’ are you conducting with regard of their cases and… why the fuck they’re kept naked and sexually aroused!! Chief Bellwood didn’t want to believe to the A.I. reports regarding you, Captain, but I now understand they were completely true!”

“W… What reports?” – O’Rourke asked, as his tension made his tongue trip, and Morgan looked at him with disgust: “Ask your… buddies Wilde and Reeves! But before anything, release immediately the prisoners and give them back their clothes! It’s damn unbelievable! A Captain of the Sex Police degrading himself and the entire Corps this way! Farewell, Captain O’Rourke, I’m going back to the Corps HQ, to extend your warm regards to your former dear friend Chief Bellwood.”

Inspector Morgan turned around and rushed away, as if he didn’t want to stay a minute more in the same room with O’Rourke. After a few moments, the Captain followed suit, fuming. It didn’t take long until Reeves came into the brig, bringing a load of clothes into his arms; he unceremoniously dropped the clothes to the floor, unlocked the cell door and let the four men out. “Get dressed and go away” – he growled, trying to sound threatening, but the worried glare in his eyes revealed that they were all scared by what Inspector Morgan was going to report to the HQ.

Lance and the others got dressed in no time, eager to go away from that horrible place; while walking toward the main hall, they heard O’Rourke barking from his office to Wilde and Reeves: “What the fuck was Morgan talking about? And why did he call you two my ‘buddies’?”

Lance leaned for a moment into the room and shot an amused glance at O’Rourke: “If I were you… and thank goodness I’m not… I would ask to the A.I. for a Uranian Behavior Report in your name, Captain. It may be an interesting read… Sir.”

O’Rourke stared at Lance with wide eyes, understanding who was behind that sudden twist of fate. He couldn’t believe that Lance and Kareem could throw him such a nasty curveball. How did they dare do it! And how?? O’Rourke didn’t say a single word, but the frown of surprise, fear and anger that clouded his face spoke volumes on his behalf.

 

~ A nightmare turns into a dream ~

As soon as the four guys stepped out of the Police Station into Alpha Avenue, they sighed with relief and exchanged tight hugs: “It was an intense experience…” – Kareem said, and Perry echoed him: “A true rollercoaster, but with a happy ending! Have you seen O’Rourke’s face? Priceless! Ha ha ha! Well, guys, I’m horny as a horny toad, I’m going home and my boy Robin will get double… no, triple dose of man meat today!”

“I’m going home, too” – Sean said – “I need a long shower, and then I’ll make love to my wife. I need to reconnect with my… uhm… regular life. But Lance, I don’t regret anything. I really appreciated your… help.”

“And I appreciated yours” – Lance replied, smiling – “You’re such a wonderful man, Sean! I cherish our friendship.”

They hugged again and then Perry and Sean went away, in opposite directions. Kareem looked at Lance: “I feel wrecked. I’m dirty, sore and tense, and my underwear is going to rip, if I don’t rub one out quickly. Are we going home, too?”

“Nope! I’m bringing you to a special place, the best place in the Cube to relax, get cleaned and… take care of any other need. Come with me…”

They walked to the elevator and climbed to the 2nd floor. After a brief walk along Kappa Avenue they arrived at a tall open gate. “Welcome to the ‘Nebula Palace Hotel & Spa’!” – Lance mused and Kareem shook his head: “Maybe you didn’t hear O’Rourke, while you were still tied at the Rowdy Hole, but he has shut down all the venues and premises of the 2nd floor: the Hotel is closed!”

“Not for me…” – Lance replied, winking – “The manager is a… friend of mine, and most of the staff is my friend, too. Wait, not ‘friend’ like the manager, they’re friends, just… friends.”

“It’s OK, don’t be so cautious with me, I understand. As long as they have a shower I can use, I’m in heaven.”

“They have much more than a shower! Come with me.”

True to Lance’s words, they were welcomed by the staff and the manager with joy; the Hotel was depressingly deserted, and the manager stated it clear that they were not guests but friends in visit, with free access to all the hotel amenities.

Lance took Kareem by hand and quickly walked him downstairs, to the spa. They both stripped naked and literally jumped into a large shower stall; the warm water instantly started pouring on them from many different directions, from above and from the sides, and Kareem groaned loudly for the pleasure of finally feeling the sweat, the dirt and the bad memories washed away.

But while the mental tension melted under the warm water and the perfumed soap, the physical tension seemed to actually heighten; Kareem looked down at his irrepressible erection and a grimace of discomfort appeared on his handsome face. Lance smiled at him and closed the tap: “We’re clean. Now come, you’re going to get a wonderful relaxing massage!”

“A massage? I thought that the staff had been sent home, being the hotel closed…”

“The ‘staff’ actually lives here. You forget that the ‘C’ of C.U.B.E. stands for ‘Collective’, this is a sort of commune: here, the staff members provide their services, getting in exchange board and lodging, plus a small wage. Here we are” – Lance added, entering a small room with a massage table in the center – “Lay on the table and the masseur will come in a moment. See you later!”

Kareem looked at the massage table, that was a bit different than the ones he saw elsewhere, as this one had long white curtains on the sides, rather than bare metal legs. He took away his bathrobe and lay on the table, on his back; he felt exposed and embarrassed by his erection, so he took a towel from a table nearby and tried to conceal his shameful state.

“If you’re doing it for me, sir” – said a voice from behind – “I’m used to it, don’t worry in the least. I’m Terence, your masseur.”

Kareem turned his head and saw a young muscular blond man coming in; he was wearing long white cotton pants and an extremely short white t-shirt that left his chiseled six-pack in full view. “Nice to meet you” – Kareem replied, shyly – “I wish I could subdue my… er… stiffness, but I just can’t, I’m so sorry…”

“I’m here purposely to take away any... stiffness from your body, sir.”

“Wait…” – Kareem said, a bit alarmed – “You’re not going to give me a… ehm… ‘happy ending’ or something, are you?”

Terence smiled warmly: “No, sir. I’m a professional masseur. My expertise doesn’t include your… manly endowment. Now relax and enjoy the massage.”

The masseur used a large amount of oil to make his hands slick, because Kareem was very hairy and he didn’t want to pull his body hair. For fifteen minutes or so, Terence’s hands explored, pinched, pressed and massaged Kareem’s body, starting from the feet and working up to the torso, paying the due attention (even a little more than the due attention) to the groin and the inner thighs. Kareem’s straining manhood was carefully avoided, though, much to Kareem’s relief… and disappointment.

As a matter of fact, Kareem didn’t like the idea of being intimately touched by a male masseur, but the massage was making his horniness reach almost unbearable levels, and there were a couple moments when Kareem actually hoped that Terence, despite his statement, was going to wank his meat to orgasm.

 

~ A very special massage ~

When Terence started massaging his torso, insisting very much on his sensitive nipples, Kareem groaned: “I’m sorry, Terence, you’re wonderful but I can’t stand it anymore, I’d better go…”

“I’m almost done, sir, and if you turn around, face down, I grant you’ll get the relief you need. For your comfort, there’s a hole in the table, so that your manhood won’t get crushed by your weight.”

Kareem sighed loud and turned around; he appreciated the smart idea of cutting a hole in the massage table, and found very comfortable sticking his stiff cock and his big balls through the hole. Terence began massaging his back, starting with the shoulders and moving down to the hips. When he got to the glutes, his slick fingers started sneaking with gentle persistence into his ass crack, and Terence said in a low, warm tone: “Now, sir… Please relax.”

Completely disregarding the suggestion, Kareem gasped loud and stiffened, when he felt a warm mouth closing around his throbbing cock from underneath the table: “What… What the…??”

He tried to lift his body, but Terence gently pressed on his buttocks: “Sir… Please, stay. You badly need to relieve your tension.”

“But… But…” – Kareem stuttered, utterly surprised – “Who’s under the table? A girl, a dude…?”

“I’m not going to tell, sir” – Terence smiled wide – “It’s up to your fantasy to give them a face. Just relax and enjoy her… I mean, their ministrations.”

Kareem felt his heart leap into his chest, hearing Terence letting slip that revealing ‘her’; he relaxed, won by the sensuality of the mouth under the table, but his doubts weren’t totally dispelled, so he focused on the few elements that he could feel with his cock and balls. He felt two plump lips pursing tight around his shaft, an expert tongue titillating his engorged glans and delicate fingers scraping and grabbing his balls.

«A dude can’t have such soft and plump lips» – Kareem thought – «and those fingers caressing my balls, don’t they have long nails? She must be a girl! Ah, my goodness, a girl! Ahhh… She’s so gooood…»

Unseen by Kareem, Terence wore a knowing smile, seeing him relax and truly enjoy the unexpected ‘special service’; and his smile widened when his hands started exploring the deep groove between Kareem’s buttocks, in search of his hairy hole. When the tip of his middle finger gently forced open the tight portal, Kareem stiffened, and Terence hastened to say in his most soothing tone: “Let me, sir. It’s important. Let me do my job and I promise that you’ll walk out of that door feeling a new person.”

Kareem didn’t reply, but he didn’t try to move away, either. Besides, if he’d moved, he would’ve given up to the exquisite blowjob the girl was giving him. Because she was a girl, no doubts about it. She had to be a girl.

“Ooohh…” – Kareem moaned when Terence’s long middle finger reached deep inside him and started tapping on his prostate. The coupled sensations coming from his crotch and his ass were driving him insane, and he started squirming a bit on the table.

“You’re doing good, sir…” – Terence said in a comforting, almost hypnotizing tone – “You’re doing very good… Relax… A man has his needs… and you’re taking care of those needs…”

Kareem felt like floating on a cloud, and barely noticed when Terence added a second slick finger and started thrusting them in and out his relaxed hole, giving an exquisite massage to his swollen joy button. The lips on his cock had become more eager, the expert mouth was taking more and more of his cock, until he clearly felt the girl’s throat muscle press against his glans, and then open up to welcome his entire manhood down her gullet.

“My goodness… It’s… oooohhh…!!” – Kareem moaned loud, while Terence’s fingers danced a rhumba inside his sensitive chute and the girl gave all she had to give to please Kareem in the best way. “I… I can’t hold…”

“Let go, sir…” – Terence said warmly, intensifying his prostate massage even more – “Let it all out, let the tension flows through your manhood… Let your orgasm explode… don’t hold back…”

“Aww… FUUUUCKK!!” – Kareem screamed, arching his back for the tension of the climax, and then he crashed back down, feeling like his entire being was melting and swirling down the drain of his cock; the eager mouth under the table didn’t back off, sucking hard and gulping down all the man-juice his overloaded balls could provide, to the last drop.

The expert fingers in his ass pressed rhythmically on his prostate, prolonging and heightening the pleasure, and Kareem sucked in a rugged breath and let out a broken whine, feeling his cock pumping and pumping like there was no tomorrow. Until, at long last, the frantic contractions of the ejaculation trailed off and he stood still on the massage bed, heaving, totally spent.

The faceless mouth recoiled, sucking off the few last drops of seed, and Terence stood a couple minutes still and in silence, to let Kareem enjoy the post-orgasmic pleasure. And then he took a warm clean towel and started wiping Kareem’s body: “How do you feel, sir? Is the tension gone?”

“I… I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed!” – Kareem mused, smiling wide – “You’ve been wonderful, Terence. And the girl, too! Because… she was a girl, wasn’t she?”

“Why are you asking, sir?” – Terence replied, helping Kareem on his feet and drying him off – “Is that really important? You are important, sir. You were tense, loaded, and now you feel mellow and relaxed. That’s all that counts. A bit of healthy selfishness helps us live better. Don’t you feel a new man, now?”

“Definitely” – Kareem admitted, smiling wide – “May I have my bathrobe?”

“You don’t need it, sir. The hotel is deserted, and I… have seen all of you already. Mr. Maynar is waiting for you in the whirlpool: just turn left, out of the door, and go straight on. Have a wonderful day, Mr. Bashir.”

“You too, Terence. Thanks a million for everything. Not only for the massage, but also for your wise advice. We all need some ‘healthy selfishness’ now and then.”

When Kareem went out, the curtain at the side of the massage table lifted off and a young black guy came out. His naturally plump lips distended in a knowing smile: “Good idea the fake nails, Terence!” – he joked, showing his right hand. “This was a very special client” – Terence replied, chuckling – “We don’t see many straight men here, do we?”

Out in the hallway, Kareem, following Terence’s directions, soon ended up in an ample room with a large round whirlpool in the middle of the floor; it was large enough to host eight people, but there was only one, who was wearing an impish smile: “Did you enjoy the… ‘special treatment’?”

“You sat that up!” – Kareem exclaimed, but soon realized he wasn’t that surprised and a tender smile lit up his face – “Lance… I just love you. Now let me thank you properly…”

Kareem sat in the shallow water and helped Lance straddle his hips, and then pulled him down to give him a long, loving, intense kiss. And then another one, as he felt too good not to share his happiness with Lance.

“It’s so wonderful to see you this relaxed and happy…” – Lance said when they parted, playing with Kareem’s thick chest hair; for Lance, Kareem’s body was truly irresistible, and he traced Kareem’s jaws with his fingertips, to then sensually move down to his pecs and his nipples. It was a playful touch, as Lance knew well how… draining could be Terence’s massages.

But much to his surprise, Lance felt the unmistakable pressure of a fat, stiffening cock knocking at his back door. “I… I thought Terence had drained you to the last drop!” – Lance exclaimed, and Kareem shook his head: “The massage helped me getting rid of that horrible chemical-induced horniness, that forced me to stay hard whether I wanted it or not. Now I’m finally free to get hard… because I feel to. And you make me feel to, Lance. It feels so weird saying so, but… you’re so fucking sexy, Lance… Feeling your ass brushing over my cock is so enticing…”

Lance felt his heart thump hard for the unexpected, and greatly welcome, twist of events. He rose a bit over his legs, grabbed Kareem’s hard cock with his hand and pointed it to his own wrinkled hole. “Are you sure?” – Lance asked, knowing that making love to a man was always hard for Kareem.

“The question is: are you sure, Lance? Because I warn you: after that massage, I will make love to you for a very long time. Hours. And when you cum, I’ll go on making love to you, until you’ll beg me to finish you off…”

With a single swift move, Kareem held Lance, turned around and put him down in the shallow water, on his back, and sank his manhood into Lance’s waiting hole. Lance groaned for the exquisite pleasure of feeling stretched in such delightful way and moaned: “Hours, days, years… Make love to me, Kareem… Make love to me to the end of time…”

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In the next chapter: Kareem and Lance enjoy the amenities of the Nebula Palace… and then enjoy each other under the artificial sun of the Virtual Beach. Alastair, the ‘imperfect’ technician in charge of the communication system, intercepts a couple phone calls made by O’Rourke that reveal how close his downfall is.