C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 11: LANCE’S SECRET ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Lance (Kareem’s roommate, a handsome hooker in his 20s) reveals the darkest and most painful secrets of his past. Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his late 30s) is taught by the evil O’Rourke (Captain of the Sex Police) that gay sex can give a man a great physical pleasure… whether he likes it or not.

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~ A past to forget ~

“What? Have you prepared breakfast? It’s a first!” – Lance joked at Kareem, entering the kitchenette – “Only, watching you serving breakfast while wearing that thong makes me hungry for something else than your food!”

“Sorry man…” – Kareem retorted, putting some mouthwatering bangers on the table – “…these are only sausages you’ll get from me, ha ha!”

“You seem quite relaxed and lighthearted, this morning. It’s such a pleasure to see your beautiful smile! How was your dinner with your boss?”

“Perry is a force of nature” – Kareem commented with an affectionate smile – “He really got me back on track. Did you know that he lives with Ol’ Pete? As… ehm… a married couple, I mean. And I met a boy at their place, his name is Robin, I think you know him, don’t you?”

“I actually do…” – Lance said, cautiously – “But how do you know? Did he tell you?”

“I just put two and two… and two” – Kareem replied, quizzically – “You see, after diner Perry brought me to his bedroom, and Robin was there. Naked. And the three of us ended up… doing something. I mostly watched, but it was so… intense! Anyway, when Perry pushed his cock all the way into Robin’s ass, he uttered a sweet ‘Thank you’ that made some hidden strings resonate inside me. It was the same heartfelt ‘Thank you’ young Andrea said to me when I penetrated him, at the Silk & Lace.”

Kareem looked intensely at Lance and concluded: “The very same loving ‘Thank you’ you whispered to Adam, when he made love to you.”

Lance fidgeted with his food, frowning, already knowing Kareem’s next question: “You worked at the Silk & Lace Parlor, when you were younger, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t just work there. That was my home” – Lance revealed after a pause – “That ‘thank you’ that never fails to hit you so deep was my trademark, I taught the other boys to do the same, and they kept the tradition. You may think it’s something we say to please the client, but it’s sincere: only few men are kind and sensible enough to deserve to be thanked.”

“Now I understand why they were so happy to see you…”

“They are new boys arrived after I left the Silk & Lace, but the place is still as full of love and compassion as the day I first set foot there, five years ago. The boys, back then, took tender care of me when I most needed help. You see…” – Lance explained, with a sudden tremble in his voice – “my arrival at the Cube was… er… as troublesome as yours. O’Rourke… he…”

The words clotted in his throat, and Kareem said, contrite: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make bad memories resurface. I didn’t know. Forget my stupid question.”

“No, Kareem, you didn’t shy away when you revealed me down to the most terrible details what O’Rourke did to you. You trusted me, showing me your vulnerable side, and I trust you just as much. I was brought here at the Cube at sixteen because my ‘uranian behavior’ was, like, out of scale. I knew it was dangerous acting like that, but I needed to assert myself, my personality; I used to wear enticing and revealing clothes, and I had a very promiscuous lifestyle. And with ‘promiscuous’ I mean I had many male partners… often all at once.”

“You… you mean… orgies?”

“Sort of. But when there are many lustful cocks and only one hole to satisfy them, it’s more a gangbang. Things to make the A.I.’s circuits burn out. The Sex Police came to take me few minutes after midnight, on my sixteenth birthday. And when we arrived here they brought me straight to O’Rourke’s office.”

“I was scared shitless.” – Lance continued – “O’Rourke came closer, roughly ripped away my clothes, leaving me naked, then hissed that I was a boy-whore hungry for men’s cocks, and he would’ve made ‘my fantasies come true’, his words. I can’t forget his evil smirk when he ordered to the cops: ‘Bring him to the Rowdy Hole. Tier three’. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I felt a chill down my spine when an officer, a tall blond muscular man who sure enough didn’t get scared easily, became pale and uttered a trembling: ‘Tier three, sir…? He’s just a boy…!’”

“Wait, Perry mentioned the Rowdy Hole, too…” – Kareem murmured, tense – “What is it?”

“It’s a… recreational venue located on the second floor. There’s a big room, its walls are wooden dividers with big holes in them, wide enough to let the lower body of a man pass through. The men have their legs tied upright, wide and apart, on the outer side of the divider, forcing them to helplessly offer their asses to unknown guests, while the upper body stays out of the guests’ view, lying on a horizontal padded bench. If the man has been sent there as a punishment, his hands and torso are tied to the bench, to prevent him from escaping his torment. The guests don’t know and don’t care who the guy is, for them it’s just an ass, a hole to use and abuse at will.”

“I know I’ll regret asking” – Kareem murmured, shocked – “but what does it mean ‘tier three’?”

“Tier-one asses can be fingered and fucked only with lube and no more than three times in a row. Tier-two asses can be fucked at will, even without lube. Tier three… means no holds barred” – Lance revealed, making an obvious effort to keep his voice firm – “No limits, no mandatory lube, spanking, dildos of any shape and sizes, even fists…”

“You… You…” – Kareem stuttered, with wet eyes – “You were doomed to tier three…”

Lance nodded, with a deep frown on his face. “When I first saw the place, I tried to wriggle out of the guards’ grip, but they were too strong. They restrained me on the bench, locked my legs in position and went away. The kind guard who’d questioned O’Rourke’s orders turned around before exiting my stall and looked straight at me with wet eyes. ‘I wish I could spare you this’, he whispered in my ear, ‘You have to be strong, now, kid. And remember: push out as much as you can, like you’re taking a shit’.”

“That’s the same thing officer McLaughlin told me right before the three thugs gangbanged me” – Kareem said, pensively – “and I did it… but it wasn’t enough to stop the searing pain”.

“For me, either” – Lance replied – “But I was lucky… sort of. The first guest who fucked me used plenty of lube, and had a cock as thick as a baseball bat. He hurt me as hell, but somehow he prepared me for… what was coming next. A tier-three young boy is not something you see any day at the Rowdy Hole, there was a long line of men craving to taste my ass, and each one wanted to do something ‘special’ to me. I felt like I was hitting the bottom of my dignity, and then I was forcefully pushed further down.”

 

~ Two kind cops and an evil one ~

“I was terrified.” – Lance went on, with a hurting glance that revealed his inner pain – “Back then, I didn’t know that all the guests were on PrEP, and when I realized that none of them was wearing a condom, I was devastated. I screamed and pleaded, but the relentless abuse didn’t stop. And what’s worse…” – he confessed with strained voice – “was that being fucked by a long line of strangers was one of my hottest fantasy, when I lived outside. But that fantasy turned to be a nightmare…”

Kareem was appalled. “Did it go on for long?” – he asked in a whisper, and Lance shrugged his shoulder, sullenly: “I lost count of the cocks and the objects they shoved into my ass when I lost consciousness.”

“Please stop” – Kareem uttered with broken voice, grabbing Lance’s hands across the table where the food, untouched, had turned cold – “I… I can’t think at what those brutes did to you… to your beautiful body…”

“My sweet Kareem… You have such a pure soul…! I love you. In the highest and purest meaning of the word. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t suffer permanent damages. Probably my being unconscious helped my hole relax, I don’t know. What I know is that when I came to, I was at the Silk & Lace, with all the boys around me. They said that a tall blond guard brought me there, carrying me bodily; the guard seemed in great distress, and ardently pleaded the boys to take care of me.”

“Who was that guard? Does he still work here?” – Kareem asked, and Lance shook his head: “I never knew who he was, I wish I could thank him. He didn’t have choice, he had his orders, but his concern was sincere. I asked around, later on, but I was told that one of the guards had been transferred to another Corp on the very same day I was punished at the Rowdy Hole. Perhaps the Sex Police could give me more information… but I’m not going to ask.”

“I know someone who could ask them” – Kareem said, cautiously, and at Lance’s question he revealed: “Officer McLaughlin. We’re… friends. Sort of.”

“He’s an officer of the Sex Police, Kareem!” – Lance exclaimed in disbelief – “How on earth can you befriend him after the horrible things they did to you?!”

“For the same reason you wish to thank your good-hearted cop. McLaughlin has been kind to me, he took risks for me, and has paid a terrible price for that: O’Rourke forced him on the throne, after he defied his authority stopping my torture, on my first day here. It was him who sneaked my Uranian Behavior Assessment out of the Police headquarter.”

“Oh… OK. Now I understand many things, including his heartfelt request to watch over you, when he brought you here unconscious after your torture on the throne…”

“You see?” – Kareem said, standing up – “McLaughlin and your cop are cut from the same cloth. It must be hard for good-hearted men like them to serve under that cruel Captain O’Rourke. Anyway, I have to go to work now, I’m late. I’ll be back for dinner.”

“Don’t forget the daily medication!” – Lance reminded, and Kareem groaned, took the pill with his name and swallowed it. “Another day of wild repressed horniness awaits me…” – he grumbled, heading to the main door, and restrained a smile when he heard Lance uttering a theatrically lustful sigh.

Kareem went out, adjusting his bulge in the shorts and trying to fight the relentless arousal that the medication gave him. He was traversing the Cube, from Delta to Psi Avenue, when he spotted a cop, officer Reeves, leaning over a wall. “Mr. Bashir, please follow me.” – he ordered with a stern tone when Kareem was close enough. “I didn’t do anything!” – Kareem protested, and Reeves restrained a mischievous smirk: “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you. There’s a guy who wants to make your acquaintance, that’s all. Come!”

Kareem reluctantly followed him in a narrow alley and spotted a handsome fit man with a thick stubble and a lewd grin on his face coming out from behind a stack of crates. “Mr. Bashir, this is Rock, a friend of mine. He’s very fond of you and would really like to… know you intimately.”

“No way!” – Kareem said resolutely, remembering the sincere promise he made to Perry, to never force himself to accept a man’s disgusting advances – “If you want this man to fuck me, you’ll have to restrain and force me!”

“Fuck you?” – Rock interjected, surprised, extending a hand to gently cup Kareem’s bulge – “No, I just want to… make you feel good. I know you feel madly horny all the time: let me suck you, I’m not a rookie, I’ll make you writhe with pleasure…”

Kareem abruptly recoiled, to avoid the unpleasant touch of Rock’s manly hand over his manhood, made sensitive by the aphrodisiac contained in the medication: “Fuck off, man! I’m not interested, is that clear?”

Officer Reeves sighed loud, exasperated: “Ahh… Bashir… You’re really, really stubborn! Alright, you know the drill. Hands behind your back. You’re under arrest… again!”

They started walking toward the Sex Police headquarters, and Kareem noticed that Rock was following them: apparently, he was going to take part in the upcoming punishment. After few minutes, Kareem was roughly shoved into the interrogation room, where O’Rourke was waiting for him.

“I don’t get it, Bashir.” – O’Rourke huffed – “I understand that being fucked in the ass may be unpleasant, even for a slut like you; but why on earth should you refuse the kind offer of a gorgeous man who just wants to give you pleasure??”

“I don’t want to get any pleasure, if it’s provided by a man! I’m fuckin’ straight!!” – Kareem yelled, and the Captain shook his head: “Tsk tsk… Reeves, tie him to the interrogation table. Naked, of course. Rock, call the guys.”

While the officer restrained Kareem on the table, with his arms at the sides of his head and the legs slightly apart, Rock opened a side door and let two guys come in. They, too, had toned body and extremely handsome features; and judging by their chest-short tanks and their push-up skimpy speedos that put on obscene display their bulging junk, they were hookers. Top-class ones.

“OK, gentlemen, Mr. Bashir is all yours” – O’Rourke stated with a malicious tone – “Show him how irresistible can be man-sex. Make him cum, many times. I want you to make him delirious and drain his balls to the last drops…”

 

~ Forced pleasure ~

Kareem looked at the three guys with wide worried eyes. True, he’d fucked Andrea, once, and frotted with Robin, but they both were submissive and respectful boys; while the three hookers were icons of over-the-top dominant masculinity: chiseled bodies, handsome faces, big bulges, thick body hair, big hands and lascivious glances that made Kareem’s inner heterosexual alarms ring all at once. “Don’t… Don’t touch me!” – Kareem yelled, horrified by what those manly sex workers could do to him. He didn’t want them to give him pleasure, he didn’t want to have them make him cum! Many times, O’Rourke said!

“Relax, we’re not going to do anything unpleasant to you…” – Rock said in a warm tone, placing his beefy hand on Kareem’s helplessly exposed chest and playing with his body hair – “Please let me introduce to you my friends, Kenji and Raul. Guys, say hi to Mr. Bashir!”

“Nice to meet you…” – Raul said lasciviously, bending over Kareem and giving a quick lick to his nipple. “It’s a pleasure” – echoed Kenji, giving a light kiss to his upper thigh, close to the crotch. Kareem mustered all his inner strength and his determination not to give in to the three hookers, but he knew that a very hard trial awaited him, as all the guys seemed very expert and striking handsome, each in their own special way.

Rock was a typical Western stud, beefy, hairy, with a smug grin and penetrating eyes; Kenji was clearly of Far-Eastern descent, with seductive almond shaped eyes, slim chiseled physique and perfectly clean-shaved face; Raul seemed to come from the Center-American provinces, probably Mexican, had a stocky muscular body, tanned complexion, long sideburns merging into a thick heavy stubble and a lascivious grin that made Kareem gasp.

At first, they were very cautious, they didn’t want to scare Kareem or force his body to react. They started with brushing a finger on Kareem’s abs, playing with his belly button; or caressing his chest while casually brushing a palm on his sensitive nipples; or gently tickling his inner thighs, up to the balls, but not an inch further. Their gentle moves took Kareem off guard, he was not prepared to such a sensual massage, and felt a fire igniting within his body, furtherly fueled by the powerful aphrodisiac he was forced to take every day.

Kareem shook his head, realizing that his cock was quickly rising to a full erection, without even being touched. He was sure that soon the guys would’ve have assaulted his helpless manhood, and was almost disappointed when they ignored it completely.

The sensual ministrations intensified, though: soft lips started brushing his torso, his nipples, his neck, his thighs, while prying fingers touched him everywhere, played with his earlobes, contoured his chin, dove into the thick felt covering his chest and tickled the back of his knees. “Ooohh…” – Kareem moaned, but immediately shut his mouth, forcing himself to a complete silence.

“Fight… Yeah, fight, Bashir…” – O’Rourke said, watching intently the prisoner’s body squirm and tremble, made extremely sensitive by the exquisite caresses and the lack of proper cock stimulation – “It will be even more pleasurable witnessing you falling into the abyss of shameful pleasure these guys are about to throw you into…”

“Nnngghh… No… Don’t… touch me…” – Kareem pleaded the hookers – “Nnnggh… A man must not… ooohh… enjoy… such perverse caresses…!”

Kareem’s plea fell on deaf ears; the guys chuckled and intensified even more the excruciating titillation. Expert fingers sneaked under the balls to massage the swelling perineum, lustful mouths assaulted his nipples, wet tongues indecently licked his armpits. Kareem felt loaded like a cannon ready to shoot; when Raul started sensually brushing his stiff manhood, trapped into his obscene speedo, over Kareem’s soles, he knew he was lost and ardently begged: “Don’t do this to me… nnngghh… For goodness sake, stop…! Aaahh… No, I can’t… I mustn’t… Please STOOOOOOPP!”

His untouched cock throbbed like a live beast and spurted a massive rope of sperm that rose up in the air and fell down, to then loudly splat on Kareem’s abs. “Ha ha ha!!” – O’Rourke laughed out loud, making Kareem cringe for the embarrassment while his cock mindlessly went on shooting – “Look at you, slut! Now tell me again you don’t love being worked over by these three manly studs!”

In his wickedness, O’Rourke was hoping that the three hookers would’ve taken advantage of Kareem’s refractory period to fiercely assault his sensitive cock and all his erogenous spots all at once, making the prisoner scream for the merciless overstimulation; but the guys were professionals, and knew better than torment their prey: the orders were to make him cum over and over, until his ball were dry, and that’s what they were going to do.

“Nice load, stud!” – Raul praised Kareem, echoed by Rock: “Yeah, you were so sexy while shooting your cream, man…”. “We know there’s more” – Kenji added – “and you’ll give us. Yeah, we’ll drain your nuts to the last drop…”

While talking, their hands kept caressing with gentleness the heaving chest, smearing the sperm on the thick body hair, massaged the balls and kneaded the pecs, but lightly, to not trigger any discomfort and bring Kareem again in a state of helpless arousal. It didn’t take long, because the spontaneous orgasm had just scratched the surface of Kareem’s irresistible chemical-induced horniness.

“I reckon he’s ready again” – Kenji mused after a short while, watching the prisoner’s cock rigid and engorged again, and leaned over to engulf it with his mouth. Kareem inhaled sharply and instinctively tilted his hips as much as the restraints allowed him, but soon regretted to have been caught again, so soon, into the delightful web of pleasure the hookers were weaving around him. He tried to resist, to act as he wasn’t feeling anything special, but a choked moan escaped his mouth when expert fingers started squeezing his nipples and sensually tickling his inner thighs.

The three hookers knew their stuff, and quickly brought Kareem again on the edge of his climax, but this time they kept him there, without letting him go all the way. Kareem groaned, and a feeble “Please…” escaped his lips. O’Rourke flashed an evil smirk and gave a silent order to officer Reeves, who went out and soon came back with his fellow cop McLaughlin.

The kind cop gasped, seeing his friend Kareem restrained and delirious with desire, and glanced at O’Rourke, fearing the hideous order that promptly came: “Suck him, McLaughlin. Don’t talk, don’t think, do it! It’s an order!”

McLaughlin took away his hat with a disgusted and mortified expression, and leaned over Kareem’s crotch. Kenji held the prisoner’s stiff cock with his hand and offered it to the cop, who gulped dryly and reluctantly opened his mouth. In his life he’s never messed with guys, and now a thick dark-skinned manly member was firmly pressed onto his tongue, making him savor a manly taste he’d hoped to never discover.

He began bobbing his head up and down, pursing his lips around the rigid shaft, choking every time the engorged glans reached the back of his throat. His unexperienced blowjob was barely acceptable, but Kareem had been kept on the verge of his orgasm for so long that he was pushed over the edge in no time. He stiffened and uttered a raucous: “Back off… I’m gonna cum!”, because he knew that never in his life McLaughlin would’ve wanted to drink his seed. But before McLaughlin could recoil, O’Rourke placed his hand on the cop’s head and shoved it down, forcing the cop to take the thick cock all the way down his throat.

McLaughlin gagged hard and Kareem’s orgasm exploded like a 100-megaton bomb. His prostate pumped shot after powerful shot straight into McLaughlin unwilling throat, making him gag even harder. Kareem looked down at his friend’s face, and his distressed and horrified expression made him feel like shit: “I’m sorry…!! Oh god, no! NNNGGHH! I can’t… Fuck! Oh, I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

When the massive orgasm trailed off, O’Rourke finally let go of McLaughlin’s head, while Kareem still whined softly, with wet eyes: “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry…”. The cop drew a couple rugged breaths, made an uncertain step back and then turned around and violently puked to the floor. When he could stand again steadily, he shot a deadly glance to O’Rourke and said: “You can’t treat me this way…”

“What about the ‘sir’, officer?” – O’Rourke mocked him, and McLaughlin restrained his sudden desire to take the Captain by his neck and choke him to death. Instead, he left the room, slamming the door closed.

“Dismissed” – O’Rourke chuckled, and then he turned to the hookers: “Go on. He’s not drained, yet.”

Kareem saw Rock coming closer and shot at him a pleading glance. “Please… no more…” – he whispered, and Rock flashed a comforting smile, placed a warm hand on his face and gently brushed the thumb on his lips: “You’re such a handsome man… Your lips, so full and perfectly defined, surrounded by your neatly trimmed beard, are begging to be kissed…”

He leaned over and pressed his lips against Kareem’s, who tried to evade the disgusting kiss, but his restraints didn’t allow him. With unrelenting insistence, Rock’s tongue tried to force open Kareem’s lips, until it could gain access to the humid cavern never invade before by a manly tongue. Kareem’s felt his head spin, while Rock’s tongue explored every recess of his mouth and the hooker’s scruff unpleasantly scraped his lips, reminding him that who was kissing him was undoubtedly a man, a dominant and sexually loaded man.

At Kenji’s silent signal, they assaulted again Kareem’s body with mighty force, sucking, squeezing, tickling, pinching and caressing all of Kareem’s most sensitive spots. Kareem jolted and tried to scream, but Rock’s mouth muffled his cries: “MMMMPPHH!!! GGGHH!!!”, was all the guys could hear, and sure enough it didn’t stop them from abusing Kareem’s body with vicious determination.

After two orgasms in a row, Kareem was really oversensitive, and squirmed hard to evade the merciless torment. But the hookers, again, played all the tricks in their book, forcing the spent prisoner to climb again to the peak of his pleasure… if ‘pleasure’ was even the right term to describe the despised, unwelcome sexual tension Kareem was forced to feel.

Kenji, still playing a number on Kareem’s cock with his mouth and hands, slipped a well-greased finger into Kareem’s clenched anus. “Aww… Fuck!” – Kareem protested, but Raul scolded him: “Come on! Event the tightest virgin ass can take a single finger! And your ass, they tell me, is anything but virgin! Ha ha!”

“Sorry for the discomfort” – Kenji added with apparent kindness – “but after two orgasms, you need a little help to shoot your last drops…”

With those words, Kenji started flickering madly his finger into Kareem’s chute, drumming his tired prostate with a barrage of perfectly aimed hits. “FUUUCK!! Stop it! STOP IT!!” – Kareem screamed, taken aback from the additional pressure the prostate massage was putting into his groin.

“I’ll stop as soon as you cum, stud!” – Kenji replied with a mischievous smirk, and then went again to town on Kareem’s cock with his mouth. Kareem had no more strength to fight, and surrendered himself completely to the wild stimulation the three hookers were giving him. Once more, he felt his balls tighten and his muscles stiffen, and with a raucous “GGGGHH…!” he felt his cock throb again, surrendering to another forced ejaculation. But this time only few drops of seminal liquid dribbled out of his piss slit.

“Good job, guys” – O’Rourke praised the hookers, pleased, and then turned to Kareem and said: “You too. You earned the privilege to go home dressed, this time. Reeves! Untie him and give him back his clothes.”

“Sir, yes sir!” – the cop responded, and efficiently set Kareem free and shoved his clothes onto his lap. “You better run away before I change my mind, slut!” – O’Rourke sneered at Kareem – “You’ll get dressed in the street.”

Kareem picked up his residual forces and walked with quick, unsteady step out of the room.

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In the next chapter: Kareem has an intense talk with McLaughlin, and the information they share will be shocking for both of them. Doc Stevens try and soothe Kareem’s inner turmoil using his most unconventional methods.