C.U.B.E.

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≈ Ch. 1: KAREEM’S NEW LIFE ≈

 

~ The Cube ~

“Get off, Bashir!” – the guard barked, opening the side door of the police van – “The ride stops here! For you, at least…”

Kareem stood up and got out of the van with some difficulties, having his hands handcuffed behind his back. He was not fast enough for the guard, who shoved him and yelled: “I don’t have the whole day!”

They started climbing a wide ramp leading to the huge building in front of them. ‘The Cube’, the guards called it, but it looked more like a pyramid, with a wide first floor and progressively smaller floors above it, up to the fifth. The entire structure was covered with mirrors, or more probably solar panels, and Kareem couldn’t see any window, apart from the wide glass door of the main entrance.

The sliding doors opened automatically with a quiet hum when they approached, giving access to an ample and luminous hall; it seemed that the sunlight flowed freely in the wide room, but Kareem glanced around, and there were no windows or openings in the walls. The light seemed to come from the wall themselves. Apart from the light grey floor, everything was white: the walls, the simple columns, the tall ceiling, a few padded benches in a corner and a long desk on the farthest side of the room.

The guard pushed Kareem to the center of the hall, while the door quickly closed behind them with a sinister click of the lock. “Head to the concierge for the check-in” – the guard curtly said, while removing Kareem’s handcuffs, and a faint hope spread on the prisoner’s face: “Are you setting me free? Am I free to go?”

“Like hell you are! Ha ha ha!” – the guard laughed loud – “That door is one-way for you, sweetie! Now go, the concierge is waiting”. He then turned around and went away. Kareem slowly crossed the wide hall and reached the long desk; behind it, a man in his thirties with dark blond hair was waiting for him with a nice smile on his face.

“Mr. Kareem Bashir, is that correct?” – the man said in a friendly tone, shooting an admired look at the handsome guest. Truth to be told, Kareem was a very charming and handsome man in his late thirties; his middle-eastern heritage clearly showed in his olive complexion, his jet-black hair, the short trimmed beard on his face and the thick body hair that the concierge could peek at under the partly open shirt and the rolled-up sleeves. But the feature that most fascinated the man behind the desk was Kareem’s lips: dark, full and extremely defined. Those lips begged to be kissed… but that was completely out of the question, for the time being.

The man politely nodded to Kareem, with a wide smile, and said: “I’m the concierge, Lionel, at your service, Mr. Bashir. Welcome to The Cube!”

“It doesn’t look much of a cube…” – Kareem replied doubtfully, glancing around, and the man giggled: “It’s an acronym, actually: C.U.B.E., ‘Collective for the Uranian Behavior Eradication’, but we all call it The Cube. Here, take this…” – he added, putting a leaflet into Kareem’s hand – “It contains a few information about this structure and its purposes.”

Kareem took the leaflet and glanced at the cover, puzzled: “Uranian…?”

“It’s all in the leaflet, but in brief ‘Uranian’ is just a fancy name for ‘gay’. Officially it's a reference to the birth of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, who was created out of the god Uranus' semen, a birth in which "female had no part", therefore representing love between men. But the most common pun is that, for the creators of the C.U.B.E., the source of your deviant behavior is... 'ur-anus'. Ha! Very funny…”

“Wait… gay?” – Kareem gasped – “Is this the reason why I’ve been roughly arrested, handcuffed in front of my friends and forcefully brought here? There must be a mistake! I’m not gay!”

“Yeah, yeah, half of the men who cross that door claim to be as straight as an arrow….” – the concierge commented – “But there is no mistake, Mr. Bashir. We’re in the Fourth Millennium, the A.I. have thoroughly scanned your life since the day you got your bio-chip implanted, at eight years of age. If the A.I. states you’re gay, then you are… whether you accept it or not”. The concierge lowered his gaze, suddenly sad, and added: “You’ve lived outside until recently, you know well how puritan has become our society in the last decades. If those self-righted homophobes could kill us, they would; but since they can’t, they… get rid of us, they ‘eradicate’ us and send us to the C.U.B.E.s they’ve built all over the world. I try to think positive, and I actually prefer living here, rather than ending up badly, as it happened until few decades ago to gay people.”

“I’m not gay, believe me!” – Kareem protested, shocked and scared – “I have a fiancée, we are planning to get married in a few months!”

“I’m afraid your marriage is put on hold indefinitely” – Lionel said, sincerely contrite – “as your stay here is permanent. Whatever life you had before coming here, forget it, just as much your friends and relatives are doing right now with you: no one likes to have an acquaintance in the Cube. But fear not, you’re going to have a new life, here, a new job, new friends…”

“All male, and all gay, I can guess… right?”

“Look at the bright side, Mr. Bashir: you don’t have to use your ‘gaydar’ anymore, as you’ll know for sure that anyone you’ll meet is into men. And since you’re such a handsome man… if you pardon my impudence… I bet there will be a long line of men eager to make your acquaintance.”

“I don’t even know what a ‘gaydar’ is, and having a line of men looking lustfully at my ass doesn’t please me in the least” – Kareem replied nervous, and then drew a ragged sigh. There were too many shocking things to process, all at once. Few hours before he was a successful Public Relations manager for a big consulting firm, he had plenty of money, a beautiful girlfriend, a wedding to plan… and now he was locked in a weird place that looked like a five-star hotel but was nothing more than a prison, serving a sentence for life. And on top of that, all the inmates were gay males!

“Listen… Lionel, is it?... Is there any way to get out of here? Maybe filing a complaint or something? I swear I’m not gay, I shouldn’t be here…”

“Sure, you can file a complaint…” – Lionel replied, and soon lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone – “…but I strongly advice you against it. Life here is not bad, until you cross the path of the Sex Police. They’re the only people who can come and go at will, and report directly to the Ministry of Moral Wellness. They are the Law, here, they are guards, judges and executors. They don’t like complaints. Please be careful, Mr. Bashir, especially on your first days, until you learn the rules.”

“Thank you for the advice, Lionel” – Kareem said, disconsolate – “Now… what’s next? Where do I go, what do I do?”

“Take this map. As you can see, the Cube is a square grid of Avenues and Streets, very easy to navigate. The apartment you’re assigned to is Delta-18, which means it’s located on Delta Avenue and 18th Street. As simple as that. Cross that door, and you’ll be on Alpha Avenue, and then follow the directions on the map. You’ll find your roommate there, Lance, he’s an experienced guest, and will help you orient yourself. I know it’s hard for you…” – Lionel added, placing a friendly hand on Kareem’s – “but I’m sure you’ll soon adapt to your new life. I sincerely wish you all the best, Mr. Bashir… Now go find your new home, Delta-18, and remember…”

“Mr. Bashir is coming with us!!” – a harsh voice echoed in the ample hall, startling Kareem. Lionel raised his gaze and got pale, seeing three officers of the Sex Police marching toward them. “Oh, shit…” – Lionel whined, and then shot a contrite glance at Kareem – “I’m sorry… I didn’t know it, Mr. Bashir, I swear! I’m so sorry…!”

 

~ The ‘throne’ ~

“Come, sweet cheeks!” – one of the officers shouted, grabbing Kareem by his arm, while lasciviously placing his other hand on Kareem’s buttocks, that nicely filled the tight cotton pants.

“Captain O’Rourke, please… he didn’t do anything!” – Lionel pleaded, but the Captain sneered at him: “Mind your own business, faggot, unless you want to come with us!”

While being dragged away, Kareem shot a questioning glance at Lionel, and his heart sank when he saw the man’s eyes filled with tears. Kareem’s fears were soon confirmed when the policemen roughly pushed him through a side door, leading to a narrow concrete passage lined up with flickering neon lamps.

At the end of the corridor, there was a heavy metal door leading to a big square room; when they entered it, Kareem noticed that all the walls and the inner side of the door were sound-proof, and the furniture consisted in a long desk loaded with electronic equipment, a metal bench near the door and a strange metal chair on the opposite side; the ‘chair’ was a sort of metal cube with a tall backrest, square armrests and scaring leather restraints hanging from them.

“Strip him!”, the Captain barked to the two officers as soon as the door closed behind them, and immediately two imperious hands grabbed Kareem’s shirt from behind, roughly pulling and ripping it apart, until the shirt fell to the floor; the other officer unbuckled Kareem’s belt, ripped open the pants’ fly and roughly pulled them down, forcing Kareem to step out of them.

Kareem stood still, stripped to his underwear, trying not to shiver for the tension; the Captain came closer with a confident grin and raised his hands to Kareem’s nipples, sensually brushing his thumbs on the meaty titties. Kareem gasped loud, feeling an unexpected rush of sexual arousal that radiated from his nipples, crossed his groin and made his cock tingle.

“Nice… You’re very sensitive…” – the Captain mused with a lewd expression, and unceremoniously took a handful of Kareem’s manhood, trapped into the underwear. Kareem instinctively tilted his hips back, to avoid the unwelcome touch, and said in a coarse voice: “Leave me alone! I’m not like that!”

“Oh, you’re straight, right? You’re a cunt-fucker… Yeah, I’ve been informed that you claim to be heterosexual. But you don’t fool me, faggot! And soon you won’t be able to fool yourself, either. McLaughlin! Reeves! Strip him naked” – the Captain ordered to the officers with an evil smirk– “and tie him to the ‘throne’. Prepare him for the… grand opening!”

The two guards quickly stripped away Kareem’s underwear, while ‘casually’ feeling his manhood and his ass in the most humiliating way. Then they brought him to the weird metal chair, the ‘throne’, forced him to sit on it and expertly tied the leather restraints, blocking his arms and wrists, his legs, his torso and his head to the sturdy metal frame.

Kareem started sweating profusely and tried to squirm and get free, but he couldn’t move his body more than half an inch. He was completely immobilized. One guard took a shiny steel cylinder open on one side and connected it to the metal box behind the chair through a long flexible tube; the other guard took a large glob of viscous lubricant from a dispenser nearby and smeared it all over Kareem’s limp uncut cock, viciously insisting on the sensitive glans, but without rousing any physical reaction. “Don’t… Don’t touch me there!” – Kareem protested, unable to avoid the unpleasant touch of a male hand on his most private parts – “I’m not gay, and I won’t get hard, if that’s what you’re trying to do!”

“Stop playing your act…” – the Captain mocked Kareem, while the steel tube was forcefully slid around his dick until the opening was firmly pressed on Kareem’s groin – “You’ll get hard, granted!”

With those words, Captain O’Rourke flicked a switch on the electronic console and a hum came from the box behind the throne; suddenly, Kareem felt the air sucked away from the steel tube encasing his cock, that immediately swelled and thickened, under the violent pressure of the blood filling it. Kareem screamed for the pain, feeling his limp cock forced to rise to an unnatural, full erection in few seconds; and when he was fully hard, the suction increased even more, making his cock painfully grow stiffer than ever.

Slowly the pain faded, while Kareem’s body got used to the forced erection, and Kareem felt his engorged cock head, and half of the rock-hard shaft, completely immersed in a slick, viscous gel, that could even feel pleasurable, if he wasn’t in such a horrible predicament. The Captain waited for a moment, until Kareem’s breath slowed down a bit, and then uttered a malevolent: “Have a nice ride, cunt-fucker…”, and pressed a button on the console.

Something moved inside the steel tube, and Kareem felt like a hundred feathers sensually brushing on his sensitive glans, in a random pattern, tickling and caressing the wide ridge of the helmet, the frenulum and the entire cock head, while two soft rings encircled the shaft and started sliding along it, sensually, changing movement pattern and pressure continuously.

Kareem couldn’t restrain a loud groan, feeling suddenly washed by the most intense erotic feeling he’d ever felt. The A.I. controlling the chair read the physical parameters from Kareem’s bio-chip, and adjusted the sensual massage accordingly, pushing Kareem against his will toward a powerful orgasm, but slowing down moments before he could reach the climax. Over and over, Kareem felt the incredibly erotic treatment bring him up to the peak of his pleasure, force him to stay there, on the brink of the orgasm, to then pulling him down, leaving him unsatisfied and begging for more.

But Kareem didn’t beg: never in his life he would’ve given to the hatred Captain this satisfaction! He felt utterly humiliated, dehumanized, pray of a forced arousal he didn’t want to feel… and yet he felt it, fully! His mind, numbed by the pleasure and the need to cum, registered the Captain’s voice say: “And here comes the ‘grand opening’ I promised you…”.

With a gasp, Kareem felt the seat under his naked ass slide apart a few inches, forcing the buttocks to part and reveal his virgin man-hole; a small gust of warm air hit his now exposed back door. There was a soft hum, and Kareem held his breath, feeling the unmistakable pressure of a dildo, covered with a large amount of slick lube, press against his inviolate anus. A big red button lit up on the console, signaling to the Captain that everything was ready.

Kareem couldn’t move, he couldn’t even turn his head to the Captain, but he desperately tried to look sideways, to meet the Captain’s gaze: “Captain… sir… Don’t do it…! I’m begging you, don’t do this to me…! I never messed with guys, I swear it! I’m… I’m a virgin!”

The Captain opened his eyes wide, listening to Kareem’s words, and pretended to seriously ponder them… but soon his serious expression morphed into an amused, malicious grin: “Ha ha ha!” – he laughed out loud – “A virgin! Really! Well, Mr. Bashir, that’s a problem that’ll soon be solved!”

 

~ Mindless fuck ~

Captain O’Rourke slammed his hand on the red button, and the greased dildo mindlessly moved upwards, forcing open Kareem’s hole without any care or regard, and then went on invading the inviolate chute, reaching places never touched by anyone.

“AAAAARRGGHHH!!!” – Kareem screamed out of his lungs, feeling torn apart by the evil instrument, and his screams mixed with the coarse laughter of the Captain and one of the guards. The dildo completed his ride up and moved down, to then shove itself again and again into the helpless hole, totally unaware of Kareem’s pain.

The A.I. sensed that the sudden distress had partly dispelled the subject’s sexual arousal, and intensified the massage over the forcefully erected cock, making Kareem almost succumb under the unbearable mix of searing pain and irresistible pleasure. He began drawing ragged breaths, while his entire body got drenched with sweat. Unable to move anything but his eyes, he desperately glanced around, and saw the Captain and one of the guards looking back at him with malevolent grins on their faces.

The other guard, McLaughlin, stood a bit afar and was looking at Kareem squirming and screaming with a concerned expression on his face. When Kareem met his sympathetic gaze, he felt like the guard was silently supporting him, and that gave him the strength to endure the torment without begging for mercy.

O’Rourke moved in front of Kareem and mocked him: “I see you like it, your filthy cock is throbbing and begging to cum. Well, bitch, it’s about time you say farewell forever to your supposed heterosexuality and acknowledge your sluttiness and faggotry. McLaughlin, Reeves! Nipples!”

The two guards took place at Kareem’s sides and bent over his chest; for a moment, McLaughlin’s face was at an inch from Kareem’s ear and unexpectedly the guard whispered a contrite: “I’m sorry…”, and then he reached to Kareem’s nipple and started darting his tongue on the sensitive meat, sensually, while Reeves did the same on the other nipple.

The sudden surge of additional pleasure added to the wild stimulation provided by the wicked steel tube, and Kareem inhaled sharply, fighting the impending orgasm with all his strength. Captain O’Rourke said in a lascivious tone: “You can’t fight it, Bashir. You’re a whore, you get your ass drilled and your tits manhandled and you can’t help but cumming like the faggot you are. Cum, Bashir, show us how much you like having your ass opened wide by a huge cock and feel a manly touch over your tits…”

“No… Please, no…” – Kareem pleaded with wet eyes – “Take anything from me, but… nnngghh… don’t take away my manliness, Captain… Not this… awwww…. fuck… OH, FUUUUCCKK!!!”

If Kareem wasn’t firmly restrained, he would’ve bucked wildly, but all he could do was flex all his muscles, while the dildo pistoning his ass, the tube stimulating his cock and the wet tongues titillating his nipples forcefully pushed him over the edge. His cock throbbed painfully into the tube and his prostate started pumping shot after shot of creamy juice that mixed with the slick gel inside the tube. His anal muscles painfully gripped the thick intruder, that mindlessly went on pumping up and down, oblivious of the storm wreaking havoc on Kareem’s body and mind.

Slowly, the massive orgasm subsided, and Kareem started feeling a growing discomfort, as he was now very sensitive, after such a powerful climax. He focused his teary eyes to the Captain, silently begging him to have mercy, and McLaughlin, too, raised his head and looked at the Captain. “Don’t stop” – O’Rourke hissed with an evil smirk on his face, and the guard uttered a feeble: “But… Captain… he’s done…”

O’Rourke menacingly moved closer and shoved the guards away: “What a sissy you are, McLaughlin!” – he grunted, taking position behind the chair where Kareem was still whimpering and shivering, subjected to the cruel post-orgasm torment. The Captain reached around to Kareem’s nipples and started flicking madly his short nails on the oversensitive meat, viciously and relentlessly.

“NOOOOOO!!! STOOOP!!” – Kareem yelled, overwhelmed by the additional stimulation – “Mercy!!! It’s too muuuuuuch!!!”

“I’ll give you much, much more, whore!” – O’Rourke hissed – “I’ll drive you insane, until your mind will go numb!”

“Oh god… Oh god… No more…! Please STOOOP!!”

They heard a slam coming from the electronic console, and suddenly everything stopped, the dildo retracted into its housing, the feathers halted and the suction ceased, making the metal tube fall to the floor. All the eyes turned to the console, and McLaughlin was there, with his hand on the red button, trembling for the tension. “Captain… I… I felt that… it wasn’t right doing this to the prisoner…”

O’Rourke stood tall and shot a deadly glance to McLaughlin: “I’ll deal with you later” – he hissed, making the guard turn pale – “Now untie him and let him go home.”

“Sir…” – Reeves interjected, cautious – “He passed out.”

O’Rourke huffed exasperated: “Then bring him there yourself! Apartment Delta-18. Throw him on his bed and come back. No, his ripped clothes stay here, I’ll dispose of them. It’s only fair that passers-by take a good look of the new bitch in town.”

The guards pulled up the unconscious Kareem and took him away. Captain O’Rourke looked at the door closing behind them and hissed to himself: “I’ll break you, straight guy, you’ll see…”

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In the next chapter: Kareem meets his roommate Lance, who explains something about the Cube; then, a guest come visit Lance, and Kareem is shocked by what they do, but can’t stop peeking at them.