C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 10: FATHERLY CARE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Perry (Kareem’s boss, a muscular construction worker in his mid-50s) gives some explanations and a much-needed fatherly support to Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his late thirties recently gangbanged by the Sex Police); and then Perry shares with Kareem his house, his meal and… something else.

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~ Perry saves Kareem’s ass ~

Kareem was walking to his workplace looking around with caution. The Perry Yukon’s Contractor Firm was located in Psi Avenue, the seediest part of the Cube, the very same area where two days earlier he was assaulted by three thugs who wanted to rape him. They couldn’t do it, at first, but the evil O’Rourke, the Captain of the Sex Police, had Kareem arrested, and allowed the three thugs to cruelly gangbang him at the Police headquarter.

Thinking back at the humiliation and the physical pain he had to suffer made Kareem fall again into a deep depression. He was tired to fight. Maybe it was time to give up and hand it to O’Rourke…

When Kareem entered his workplace, Perry was already ready for work: he was the boss, and still he was the first to arrive and the last to go away. Kareem looked at Perry and admired his massive, bulky body, that his fifty-six years of age didn’t soften at all. In Kareem’s eyes, Perry was all man, physically strong, a tremendous worker, a strict boss with the slackers, but a fatherly figure for those who were in need.

But if Kareem regarded Perry as a real man, he couldn’t think the same about himself. Not after the debasing, humiliating gangbang he was subjected to. Three men had painfully taken turn into fucking his ass like it was a whore’s cunt, and ultimately made him cum like a whore…

“Hey, son… You OK?” – Perry asked, a bit concerned; at the Cube news traveled fast, and Perry had found out what happened to Kareem in no time, down to the smallest detail.

“Yeah… sort of” – Kareem replied, sullenly – “I need to work hard, boss, I need to let all my energy flow through my muscles. So, maybe, my mind will stop torturing me. Do you have some backbreaking job for me, boss?”

Perry looked straight at Kareem, frowning, and then nodded: “OK. You’re assigned to the construction site in Lambda Avenue, there’s a hell of a work to do there. But I want you back here by 6PM, not a minute later… or you’ll feel my belt.”

Kareem smiled, as they both knew that never in his life Perry would’ve lashed anyone with his belt… especially because his customary worn-out overall had no belt. “See you later boss” – Kareem said with a thankful tone, and off he was.

The work day was grueling, Perry was not joking; but when at 6PM Kareem went back to the firm, he felt pleasantly exhausted. He went straight to the locker room, stripped naked and jumped into the shower. When he was living outside, Kareem had never found out how much a long hot shower could regenerate a man; and though it couldn’t wash away his deep pain, it could definitely make it fade for a while.

He exited the shower and started toweling off, occasionally bending over to dry his calves and feet. He was precisely in that compromising position when he heard a deep voice behind him: “Now, that’s an ass I’d like to stick my man-tool in…!”

Kareem turned around, startled, and saw a coworker, Dean, a tall smug man, looking back at him while lasciviously massaging his own bulge. Kareem was about to tell him to fuck off, but suddenly the terrible gangbang he had to bear resurfaced to his mind. O’Rourke wanted to teach him a lesson, for having refused to have sex with those men, and Kareem, under the incessant pounding into his ass, had painfully learnt that lesson.

«Why should I keep fighting?» – Kareem thought back then, and wondered again now – «When a stranger, or a coworker like Dean, wants to fuck me, I better bend over and let him do it… or I’ll be forced to do it anyway, and in a harsher way.»

“Dean, please… Don’t ask me that…” – Kareem pleaded, but Dean, as a reply, pulled down his dirty jeans and made his hard cock bounce out: “Come on, Kareem, just a quickie! I’m loaded like a bull: I’ll be a little rough, yeah, but I’ll be done in no time…!”

Kareem let out a resigned sigh, turned around and bent over, placing one hand on the wall and using the other one to part his ass cheeks. Dean spat twice on his cock, briefly smeared the saliva on the head and pressed it on Kareem’s still sore hole.

“What the fuck is going on here??” – Perry’s voice thundered behind them. He was coming right out of the shower, stark naked, and was still dripping wet, but this didn’t lessen in any way the frightening gaze he was piercing Dean with: “Dean! Push another inch and I swear I’ll fire you on the spot, after wiping the latrines with your face! And tell to your lewd and oversexed coworkers that if anyone lays a finger, much less his cock, on Kareem, I’ll shove my fist up their filthy asses!”

“Sorry boss, I couldn’t guess… I didn’t know…” – Dean murmured, while quickly pulling up his pants, to then literally run out.

 

~ Man-talk ~

Kareem looked at Perry and asked: “Why did you do that…?”

“That’s what I’m asking you, son. I know well you’re straight, so why on earth bending over when a piece of shit like Dean asks you? Where is your masculine pride, your confidence?”

“O’Rourke took them away” – Kareem confessed in a low voice – “Don’t you get it, Perry? Whenever I refuse to have man-sex, O’Rourke punishes me forcing me to have it twice as hard. Why should I keep refusing sex from men? I’m tired of fighting. Whether I want it or not, I’m going to have gay sex with other men…”

“And that’s the point, son: ‘whether you want it or not’! You don’t want to do it! I’ve been told in detail what O’Rourke and his fuckin’ gang did to you, I know how painful, how humiliating it is. It’s not my first round at the rodeo, son, and I’ve done that rodeo, too. But believe me, being forced to have sex against your will doesn’t count, it doesn’t lessen your manliness, quite the opposite. But choosing to surrender your ass to a man, despising yourself for doing it… that’s the moment you give up on your masculinity. O’Rourke always uses the same tricks, the ‘throne’, the gangbangs, the Rowdy Hole, I know them all, but I’m still here, and fuck me if I’ve lost a fraction of my manliness!”

“The… Rowdy Hole?” – Kareem inquired, and Perry huffed – “Forget it, it’s a filthy place on the second floor, a place where you’ll never step foot. Kareem, don’t do it, don’t give away yourself.”

“But O’Rourke will come after me…”

“No, he won’t, I won’t let him. I’m man enough to take my risks and fight for you, if you’re man enough to fight for yourself” – Perry bellowed with passion, and then lowered his voice to a fatherly tone: “You’re… too precious to get wasted, son. I’ll take care of you, if you let me.”

Kareem tried to talk, but he couldn’t. He looked at Perry and saw the father he never had, a caring and strong father who would’ve protect him against everything. “It’s… so hard…!” – Kareem whined, trying hard to restrain his tears, and when he saw Perry open his arms with a warm, tender smile, he threw himself into his strong hug. He didn’t care that they were both naked, he didn’t care that their crotches were pressed onto each other, he only felt Perry’s wide chest under his face, his thick moustache tickling the nape of his neck, and his strong arms around him.

“All my life I always had to be the man, protect and help the weak, console my woman, support the youngsters… But who supports me? Who helps and consoles me, Perry?”

“I do, son” – Perry whispered into Kareem’s ear – “I’m here, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

They both knew that Perry’s statement couldn’t be true, not with the evil O’Rourke ruling the Cube, but still Perry’s words were a soothing caress for Kareem’s hurting soul. Kareem felt a new strength flowing into him: if Perry was going to fight for him, he couldn’t fail Perry. And above all, he couldn’t fail himself. Kareem recoiled with a renewed determination in his gaze and looked straight at Perry: “I won’t give up. O’Rourke won’t break me, no matter how many painful tortures he’ll inflict me. I’m my own man, I am to decide who to fuck and who to love, not him or anyone else!”

“That’s my boy…” – Perry purred, with a proud grin – “Now get dressed, we’re having you for dinner.”

“What? ‘We’… who? Where?” – Kareem asked puzzled, and Perry chuckled: “Sorry for the short notice, etiquette never found its way into my brain. Dinner at my place. I already sent a message to Lance.”

“Well… Thanks boss! You definitely don’t accept a ‘no’ as an answer…”

“Ha ha! Never!”

They finished toweling off, got dressed and went out to the street. While walking at a slow pace, Kareem asked: “You said ‘we’, earlier…”

“I’m not a reckless hormone-driven youngster anymore, Kareem. At one point in my life I felt the need to settle down with a wonderful man and share my life with him. You probably heard of him, he’s Ol’ Pete, Lance’s trusted plumber.”

Kareem’s brain cells set in motion: “Ol’ Pete? He sent a young helper to our apartment, and he brought…”

“Shh. Pete just did me a favor, taking Lance’s call. I sent the guy. Actually, he practically sent himself!” – Perry chuckled – “When I told him to pay a visit to Lance disguised as a plumber, he almost came into his pants! Ha ha! Man, your Lance makes many heads spin! And I’m glad that Mateo, my guy, in the end got a bigger reward than he hoped for. He told me what Lance did to him and… woohoo, man, that’s hot stuff!”

“Oh… You mean that Lance… with Mateo… Alright, none of my business” – Kareem said, always a bit uncomfortable because of Lance’s profession – “But tell me, if you can: where did you take that… thing that must not be mentioned?”

“I have my connections. Mine is a big contractor firm, and sometimes they need to fix the sewage system… a system that doesn’t start and end here at the Cube. The pipes extend for miles across the basement under our feet. I occasionally talk to a man, a closeted gay living outside, to coordinate our repairs: I work here, he works downstairs; but there’s a point, when the main pipe goes down through the floor, where the concrete has a slit that allows slipping something as thin as a sheet of paper…”

Kareem’s eyes lit up with sudden interest, but Perry cooled Kareem’s enthusiasm: “Before you ask, I can’t call him and I can’t ask him anything; but I ‘casually’ talked to him about you, and two days ago he came back with that obituary. To tell the truth” – Perry joked – “it’s not that bad chatting with a walking dead!”

“This walking dead is ready to fuck the world, boss! And is hungry like a wolf!”

“That’s my boy…” – Perry mused, and then pointed to a door: “Tau-15, home sweet home! Pete said we’re having roasted chicken for dinner, hope you like it”

“I’d eat a roasted cow” – Kareem laughed, while following Perry inside.

Dinner was delicious, and Ol’ Pete was very energetic, to be a man in his late sixties. A bit overweight, as expected from a man his age, but still in good shape. Manual labor helps a man stay fit, and Kareem, who at first applied for his job lacking any other option, thought that he was lucky, and that he wouldn’t trade his job for any other.

After dinner, Ol’ Pete excused himself and went to bed, and Perry stayed with Kareem in the dining room, glancing at him with an urchin glare in his eyes.

“A long work day always makes me horny…” – Perry said after a pause, and Kareem nodded: “Don’t tell me: the fuckin’ Captain had a strong aphrodisiac added to my daily medication. I feel constantly loaded like a cannon…”

“Then we should do something about that…” – the boss growled, standing up and massaging his own crotch, clearly nursing a growing erection. Kareem got a bit pale and shook his head: “I… I can’t boss… Please, don’t ask me to have sex…”

“I’m not going to ask you anything, stud, don’t worry. I’m rather going to offer you something, and you freely decide to take it or not. Come with me.”

Kareem nervously followed Perry to the guest bedroom, and when the man opened the curtain, Kareem gasped, seeing a handsome young boy laying on the ample bed, wearing nothing but a wide excited smile: “Sir! You’re back!”– he exclaimed with a deeper voice than Kareem expected, and ran to hug Perry.

The boy, Kareem noticed, had not the looks of the ones running the Silk & Lace Parlor: he looked very young only because he was a bit short and petite, but had an unmistakably male, perfectly proportioned chiseled physique; a five o’clock shadow on his otherwise perfectly shaved cheeks and a nice treasure trail ending in a thick pubic bush talked of a blossoming masculinity, as proved by the beautiful dick hanging between his thighs, that was anything but childish.

“Robin, this is Kareem” – Perry introduced, with a wink – “He’s a very good friend of mine, someone I’d share anything with…”

“I’m… delighted, sir” – Robin politely said, walking to Kareem and scanning him with wide, ecstatic eyes; he extended a hand, apparently for a handshake, but he reached to Kareem’s shirt and started unbuttoning it. Kareem was surprised, but Robin said: “Let me, sir. Please” – and went on undoing the buttons. When done, he slipped both hands under the fabric and sensually brushed his hands over Kareem’s hairy chest, uttering a barely restrained sigh; and the delicate, respectful touch ignited a fire into Kareem body. Nevertheless, he would’ve stepped back, if he didn’t see on the boy’s face a sincere desire, a joyful lust that made his eyes shine bright.

With expert moves, the boy let the shirt fall to the floor, and then crouched down and slowly pulled Kareem’s stretch shorts to his feet. When the erotically skimpy thong the man was wearing came into full view, filled to the brim by his generous manhood, Robin gasped loud, held his breath and then whispered: “My goodness…”. He stared for a moment at the wondrous crotch and then slowly, reverently, leaned over and pressed his face on it, inhaling the musky scent.

Robin then recoiled with a sigh and gently pulled down the thong, setting free Kareem’s hefty member and his substantial balls. The boy looked at Perry, who in the meantime had taken off his own clothes, and breathed, with a dreaming tone: “Sir, it’s… so big!”. Perry flashed a knowing grin and nodded his head: “Yeah, kid; I know you’re dying to service Kareem at your best, but I warn you: Kareem is straight, truly straight, and man-sex makes him feel uncomfortable. But, no man can resist the pleasure of being worshipped for his beautiful body and his superior manliness. Make him feel good, desired, appreciated like only you can.”

The boy rose on his feet and took Kareem’s hand, with great caution, as if he was made of porcelain; then he pulled the man to the ample bed, making him lay down on his back, comfortably sprawled on the soft mattress, with his hands linked behind his head and the muscular legs slightly apart.

Kareem, noticing Robin’s caution, flashed a comforting smile, to make the boy know how amused and completely at ease he felt. Robin, with shining eyes, lay on the bed at Kareem’s side, and Perry sat on the bed on the other side, watching with fatherly eyes his boy taking sweet care of Kareem.

 

~ Man-worship ~

Robin brushed his hand on Kareem’s bulging bicep, feeling the solid muscle under his fingers; and squealed in delight when Kareem playfully flexed his arms. “Look at that, sir” – Robin said in a low voice, glancing sideways to Perry – “his arms are so big and strong…!”. And then he reverently gave a kiss to the toned bicep, and another one a bit closer to the shoulder, and went on kissing every inch of the upper arm, until his lips brushed against the thick bush under Kareem’s armpit.

Diving his face into the odorous armpit, Robin inhaled deeply and sighed: “He smells so good, sir… Sandal… So manly and exotic!”. He moved his lips up to the collarbone, and then to the pectoral, giving small kisses to the warm skin, and then pressed his cheek on Kareem’s hairy chest, slightly brushing his face on the tickling hair: “I’d stay here forever, sir…! Just feeling the touch of his steely pecs makes me feel calm, protected…”

Kareem restrained a smile, because the way Robin talked to Perry about him in third person, as if he wasn’t there, made him feel… good. Robin’s ecstatic descriptions made him feel proud of his own body, confident, manly. And desired! Robin was a boy, a male, no doubts about it; and yet his genuine pleasure in watching, touching and kissing his body was for Kareem a boost to his ego.

Still with his hands linked behind his head, Kareem let the boy roam freely over the vast expanse of his torso; and when Robin placed his delicate lips over his nipple and started sucking on it with gentle determination, he inhaled sharply, closed his head and instinctively arched his torso, not to miss a single touch of the boy’s wet tongue, a single delicate bite of his teeth, a single squeeze of his lips.

“Ooohh…” – Kareem moaned softly, enjoying Robin’s tender ministrations with every fiber of his being; and then suddenly another louder “OOOHH!!” escaped his mouth when he felt another mouth, stronger and manlier, taking possession of his other nipple. Kareem half-opened his eyes and saw Perry, with a playful glare in his eyes, pleasurably munching on his sensitive tit. “Boss… ooohhh!!” – Kareem moaned again, while his first instinctive refusal of being sexually stimulated by a grown man quickly faded under the pleasure radiating from his masterfully tantalized chest.

Two hands, one smaller and one bigger, started tickling and caressing his lower abdomen, sneaking into the creases of his abs, playing with his curly hair; the feeling was so delightful that Kareem had to force himself not to moan loud. There was a movement on the bed, and Kareem felt Robin slide down, next to his leg, and welcomed his small hands caressing his hairy thigh, to then cautiously move to the inner, more sensitive side, and up to the intimate place between the leg and the balls.

“Sir… Oh, sir, look… It’s… a beauty!” – Robin gasped at one point, glancing at Perry; Kareem opened his eyes, only to realize that his cock was fully erected, and Robin was watching it with desire. “Do you think… er… that Mr. Kareem would let me take his beautiful cock up my ass, sir?”

Perry glanced at Kareem and saw a deep uneasiness into his eyes: he was not ready for that. Robin was a boy, but already too man not to trigger Kareem’s innate aversion for man-sex. “I have another idea, kid” – Perry replied, with a lustful tone – “Why don’t you straddle Kareem’s hips and slightly bend over him? If you want your tight little ass split open by a thick cock, I can definitely fulfil your desire…!”

“Yes, please, sir!” – Robin exclaimed, taking position astride Kareem. The boy bent over, as asked by Perry, and his crotch inevitably pressed over Kareem’s. “Is… Is it OK for you, sir?” – Robin asked, afraid to displease Kareem and dispel the sensual vibes, and Kareem replied, uncertain: “It’s… OK”. He felt a bit uneasy, because Robin’s dick was that of a man; and yet, the boy’s innocent eagerness and his petite frame made Kareem accept the intimate cock-on-cock touch that with any other man would’ve repulsed him.

Perry thoroughly greased his own thick cock, and used his fingers to gently loosen Robin’s anal ring; and then pushed his manly rod through the tight opening. “Ooohh…” – Robin moaned, under Kareem’s rapt eyes. Suddenly, without even thinking, Kareem took Robin’s face into his hands and forced him to lock eyes: he wanted to know what the boy was feeling, while being penetrated by a man.

“Oh, sir… ooohh, you’re so big…” – Robin moaned louder, looking straight into Kareem’s eyes, and was rewarded by a strong jolt of Kareem’s hard cock, firmly pressed against his own. Slowly, Perry’s cock crawled into Robin’s depths, while Kareem, looking into the boy’s eyes, shared with him every single inch of the thick rod stretching and filling the boy’s fiery hole.

And when the inner sphincter resisted the invasion, Perry gave one last thrust and broke into Robin’s most secret place. “Oh god…! T… Thank you, sir…!!” – Robin almost screamed for the pleasure, forcing himself not to avert his gaze from Kareem’s eyes. Kareem’s cock jolted again, as he was feeling the same sheer delight as Robin, and uttered with ragged breath: “Fuck…”

Perry’s muscular hips set in motion, pounding on the boy’s bubble butt with growing vigor; at each thrust Robin’s hips were forcefully pushed forward, making his cock and balls give a sensual, excruciating massage to Kareem’s manhood. Kareem, still looking straight into the boy’s eyes, shook slightly his head, suddenly submerged by the unbelievable feeling of… being fucked by Perry without actually being fucked. Every time Perry shoved his massive member all the way into Robin chute, the boy uttered a restrained squeal, and his stiff cock brushed on Kareem’s, making the man feel on fire.

It was almost impossible to believe, for Kareem, that a man’s cock shoved into a man’s ass could give such an overwhelming pleasure! But Robin’s half-open lips, his eyes occasionally rolling back and his moans couldn’t lie: the boy was in heaven! The sight of the boy, squirming and sighing for the pleasure, coupled with the sensual feeling coming from their crotches shifting on each other over and over, wrought a choked moan from Kareem’s throat.

From behind the boy, Perry glanced at Kareem with a knowing smile, and paced up his thrusts, that became frantic: “Are you ready to be bred by your man, kid? Here it comes… Yeah… FUCK YEEAAHH!!!”

Perry held Robin by his waist, immobilizing him, and shoved his throbbing cock deep inside him, uttering raucous grunts of pleasure, while thick ropes of man cream filled the boy’s bowels. When the grunts turned into heavy breaths, Kareem looked up at Perry’s face, now distended in a satisfied grin; Perry was holding Robin upright on his knees and the boy’s cock was still throbbing, still in bad need of satisfaction.

Robin noticed Kareem’s concerned glance and flashed a weak smile: “Don’t worry, sir… I’ll take care of it later, when you’ll be gone. But I can… ease your tension, if you let me, sir.”

“Why should the needs of a young man like you be less important than an older man’s?” – Kareem said, still enveloped into the web of desire and pleasure that Robin and Perry had woven around him. He extended a hand and curled his fingers around Robin’s stiff dick, pulled it slightly toward his own, and took both members into his big hand, stroking them both at once.

“Sir!! Ooh… sir, you… GAWD!!” – Robin screamed, taken aback by Kareem’s unexpected move and the sheer pleasure he was feeling, having his own dick sensually stroked along with Kareem’s manly tool. After the furious fuck Perry gave him, Robin was loaded like never; he was blown away by the sensations Kareem’s hand were giving him and squealed: “I can’t… Sir, I can’t hold… OOOOHHH!!!”

Long ropes of white seed erupted from Robin’s dick, drooling down on Kareem’s fist and the two cock tightly pressed against each other inside the firm grip. When the youthful explosion ended, Robin gasped and a fleeting smirk appeared on his face, feeling Kareem’s hand still moving. “Don’t stop, sir…” – the boy said with ragged breath, looking at Kareem’s concerned expression – “Please keep on stroking until you’re ready… nnngghh… I want to feel it, sir… aww… you warm manly seed bathing my cock… Please… Let me watch you lost in your pleasure…”

“GGHHAAA!” – Kareem suddenly screamed, won by Robin’s sincere, deep desire and his sensual voice made coarse by the post-orgasm discomfort. His cock throbbed hard into his fist and a powerful squirt of thick juice rocketed off his piss slit and hit Robin’s chin, followed by many others that showered Robin’s torso or stayed trapped into his fist and mixed with Robin’s sperm, making their cocks sensually slide over one another.

Robin picked the glob of sperm from his shin and put it in his mouth, looking straight at Kareem; and for some weird reason, that sensual and lustful gesture made Kareem cum even harder.

In few moments, a deep silence broken only by the three guys’ hard breaths fell in the room, while they recovered from their massive orgasms and the intensity of the feelings they’d shared.

Perry disengaged from Robin, put his beefy hand on the boy’s shoulder and purred with a fatherly tone: “Good boy, I’m proud of you!”, making Robin smile contented.

But Perry’s eyes were fixed on Kareem’s.

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In the next chapter: Lance reveals the darkest and most painful secrets of his past. Kareem refuses again to have sex with a man and O’Rourke shows to Kareem that man-sex can give him a great physical pleasure… whether he likes it or not.