C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 12: BODY AND MIND ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem (a fiercely straight man frequently forced into man-sex) has an intense talk with McLaughlin (a good-hearted straight cop), and the information they share will be shocking for both of them. Doc Stevens (a hunky shrink) try and soothe Kareem’s inner turmoil using his most unconventional methods.

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~ Shocking truth ~

Kareem stumbled out of the Police station, naked, raising alarmed glances from the passers-by. He tried to think straight, but the three excruciating orgasms he’d been forced to have had numbed his mind. He started walking along Gamma Avenue, like in trance, looking at the clothes he was holding in his hands, without knowing what he had to do with them.

“Kareem…” – he heard someone calling him from a dark alley, and he turned his head: McLaughlin was standing in the dark, fidgeting with his own hands and looking at him with a distressed glance. Kareem relived in a split second the memory of his own cock forcefully shoved deep into McLaughlin’s throat, shooting gallons of sperm down his unwilling straight gullet, and felt like shit. Without a word, he moved closer to the cop, looked at him with wet eyes and threw his arms around him: “I’m so sorry…! Forgive me, I couldn’t stop… Forgive me, my friend!”

McLaughlin stiffened, as having a naked man holding him tight, with his manhood pressed against his crotch, definitely wasn’t a comfortable situation for him; but was deeply hit by Kareem’s heartfelt apology: “I guess we can say we’re even, now…” – he shyly said under his breath, parting from Kareem – “We both have been forced to do… disgusting things to each other. You forgave me when I shoved my cock into your mouth, and it’s only fair that I forgive you, now that I found myself on the receiving end.”

“Are we… still friend, then?” – Kareem asked, with trembling voice, and McLaughlin flashed a sad smile: “It can’t be any other way, uh? I mean, at this point we know each other… very intimately. Yes, we’re still friend. Now, let me help you get dressed…”

With the cop’s help, Kareem put on his thong, his stretch shorts and his t-shirt; when he raised his gaze on his friend’s eyes, he saw a deep frown on his handsome face: “What’s wrong, McLaughlin?”

“Sean” – the guard said – “My name’s Sean. It’s silly to stick to our surnames, at this point, no? Don’t worry, it’s not that hold grudge against you, I was thinking… to my wife. O’Rourke finds pleasure in humiliating me, forcing me into… gay acts that repulse me. I know you can understand me, Kareem. The problem is that I feel dirty, filthy, I feel like I’ve cheated on my wife and given up to my masculinity… and lately I stopped making love to her. O’Rourke is destroying my marriage, too, that bastard!”

Kareem looked straight at his friend’s eyes, serious, and asked: “Do you love your wife?”

“She’s the other half of my heart, buddy! I deeply love her! That’s why I feel so bad!”

“Then, tonight” – Kareem said – “bring her to your bedroom, and remember the first times you did the same, when you were newlywed, young and innocent. I don’t know her, but I bet she’s sweet and beautiful, and what enflamed you back then, still can today. Think back at those first thrilling days, and your body will feel again the flame she once ignited in you.”

Sean blushed slightly: “Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it… Thanks, Kareem, you… you’re really a good friend.”

“And you are a good-hearted man” – Kareem replied, with a friendly smile – “Like Lance’s mysterious cop”. “What cop?” – Sean inquired, and Kareem explained: “Upon his arrival here, five years ago, O’Rourke… gave to Lance a horrible punishment. Horrible, even worse than the ‘throne’: he was sent to the Rowdy Hole, to serve the guests as a ‘tier-three’ boy. Lance told me that there was a guard, a tall blond muscular man, who was in deep pain for him; after the ‘punishment’, he brought Lance bodily to the Silk & Lace Parlor, pleading the boys, there, to take care of him. Lance never knew his name. He dearly wants to thank that kind cop, but apparently he was transferred to another Corp on that very same day. Hey, buddy, what’s up?” – Kareem hastened to ask, seeing Sean suddenly deadly pale – “Have you seen a ghost?”

“Almost.” – Sean breathed, in shock – “That cop… was my father.”

“Your father??” – Kareem gasped – “Where is he now? Lance would…”

“No one knows!” – Sean interjected, with a deep frown – “He wasn’t transferred, nor he was fired: he just disappeared, five years ago. There was an inquiry, but they came up with nothing, my father apparently just vanished in the thin air. He came here for his usual work shift, that day, and he never came back home. I didn’t know about Lance and the Silk & Lace. Can you guess why I lied on a sworn statement, in order to be assigned to the Sex Police? Because I need to know. Someone must know something, here! There must be an evidence, a document, a file in the Police archives!”

“Fuck… I’m shocked…” – Kareem murmured – “Lance has many connections, but despite his efforts, he never found out anything about his mysterious cop, your father. I’ll tell him to keep searching, maybe something comes up.”

“Hope’s the last to die, right?” – Sean replied, sullenly, and then took a deep breath: “I have to go back to the headquarter, now. The last thing I want is to piss off O’Rourke… though it makes no difference, anyway. Bye, Kareem, take care of yourself.”

“You too” – Kareem replied, and then turned around, to walk home.

While walking, Kareem adjusted his junk in the shorts, finding hard to believe that after all he’d been subjected to, the damn aphrodisiac put in his medication still made him feel so horny. And that feeling made suddenly resurface all the memories of what just happened at the Police station: the three hookers who masterfully stimulated his body, making him feel an arousal he’d never felt, the first spontaneous orgasm, the second excruciating one into Sean’s mouth, and the third one, almost ripped from his loins, but still so pleasurable that his mind was numbed.

«What’s happening to me…?» – Kareem thought, deeply ashamed of himself – «They were men… masculine studs… and yet their hands and their mouths gave me such an excruciating pleasure…! How can it be? May it be… god, no… …that O’Rourke’s punishments are turning me gay?»

Lost in his frightful thoughts, Kareem absentmindedly walked past Delta Avenue, where his apartment was located, and found himself on Zeta Avenue, close to the apartment of Doc Stevens, the shrink who once soothed his deepest fears, after the terrible experience on the throne. Kareem stopped in his track, unsure, and then walked resolutely to Doc’s door. Maybe he could help him again…

Doc Stevens wasn’t surprised when he saw Kareem, he seemed rather relieved: “I’m glad you came to me, Kareem” – he said in a warm, sympathetic tone – “I know what they did to you. Come inside.”

“You know?? Fuck, it happened… minutes ago!”

“About an hour ago, actually. But in your mental state, time flows at a different speed. I told you, knowing people and what happens to them is my job. Here, take a seat and talk me about that, if you feel to.”

 

~ Professional advice ~

They sat in front of each other, in Doc’s study, and Kareem went straight to the point: “Doc, it’s simple: they’re turning me into a gay man. Those three hookers did to me things… that not even Beverly, my fiancée, ever did; and I enjoyed every single caress of their manly hands, every kiss of their bearded mouths and every touch of their strong masculine fingers. They were not boys, Doc, they were men, dominant studs, and I… I succumbed to the pleasure they were giving me. Three times! I’m gay, Doc, it’s clear as day!”

“Ahh… Kareem, Kareem…” – Doc sighed – “You always make the same mistake, you let your fears talk on your behalf. Look at the door behind me, come on, do it. And now close your eyes. Look, Beverly is coming in, she’s beautiful as ever, and she’s wearing only that lace thong and bra that you like so much…”

Kareem, with his eyes closed, lasciviously brought his hand down to his crotch and gave a hard squeeze to his growing manhood; but his seductive vision was abruptly interrupted: “Open your eyes, Kareem. I’m sorry, there’s just me here, and I definitely don’t think that the tent in your pants is an homage to my sexiness… You’re still the same, Kareem, and it can’t be possibly otherwise: I told you that straight people can’t be ‘turned’ gay, as much as gay people can’t be ‘turned’ straight.”

“Oh… OK…” – Kareem said, quickly interrupting the sensual massage on his crotch – “So… is this it? Session’s over?”

“No, there’s much more. It’s about time you delve deeper into yourself, Kareem, and some of the things I’m going to say won’t please you, but I have to. Let me state it clear: I have the utmost respect for anyone’s beliefs and culture, but your situation is something that your culture and education didn’t prepare you to face: you, a straight man in his prime, forced moreover to live in a constant state of sexual arousal by wicked medications, is doomed to spend his entire life in a place where there are no women, only sexually active gay men.”

“Put in these terms, it sounds… terrifying!” – Kareem gasped, and Doc tilted his head: “It depends on what you want to do. Mind you, I’m not suggesting to throw yourself headlong into gay sex, I only urge you to keep your mind open.”

“I already took my decision, Doc, and I’m not going to… bend myself, metaphorically and literally, to find pleasure in gay sex. Have you ever met my boss, Perry Yukon? We talked about this, and he thinks that I should defend my manliness, even fight for it! O’Rourke can force me to do the most perverse acts against nature, but I’m still a man, and will always be, as long as I don’t accept those acts willingly.”

“Mr. Yukon is a wise man, and gave you an excellent piece of advice. My suggestion is to move further on, following that line. I suggest you to pursue your pleasure the way you’re used to, like a straight man, thus keeping intact your manliness… or anyway the manly image you have of yourself, because everything is in your mind, Kareem. In the outer world, there are things you never did because they were physically unpleasant; but there were many other things you refrained to do because you were afraid to be regarded by the society as ‘not man enough’. Here at the Cube, we’re all gay men, we all find gay sex natural and pleasurable.”

Kareem was listening with a dubious expression on his face, but it was clear that he was seriously questioning his beliefs and his strict education, hoping to find a way to reconcile his heterosexuality with the Cube’s lifestyle. Doc flashed a comforting smile and went on: “Think about it: there are things that you did with your woman, or that your woman did to you, that gave you a great pleasure; is it really relevant if the wet mouth sucking your member, or the sensual hand caressing your chest are feminine or masculine? Physically, there is no difference. As I told you, a man’s body, if properly stimulated, gets ready for sex and prepares for its final goal: spreading its manly seed.”

“Yeah, physically may be the same” – Kareem objected, with passion – “but… I would know it’s a man sucking me!”

“And that’s the point I’m going to state, and that you won’t like: the problem is not that your partner is a man, the real problem is your culture, the strict rules you’ve been imbued of since you were a child. I’m not saying that what your father taught you was wrong, I just say that he couldn’t know that one day you would’ve found yourself in this situation! I know it’s hard for you changing something so deeply rooted inside you, but you can do it, Kareem! Like with most thing, it’s a matter of practice, a matter of getting used to new experiences.”

Kareem frowned, thinking hard about what Doc just said. Doc took Kareem’s silence as a good sign, and suggested: “Say… Would you like to try another experiment with me? But I warn you: this time it will be harder for you. I need you fully naked, and I’ll get naked too.”

The idea of being naked in the same room as another man made Kareem’s inner alarm ring, but he was not a man who backed off in front of a challenge. He slowly rose to his feet and said: “Let’s do it Doc. But if I ask you to stop, you will. Deal?”

“I would never force you to perform sexual acts that you despise, I would fail the basic principles of my job. But I’ll try and bring you to despise only those acts that are physically unpleasant to you, and accept those harmless or pleasurable acts that you despise only because you’ve been taught to.”

They moved to the center of the room and stood in front of each other. “Let me take off your clothes” – Doc said, and when Kareem nodded yes, Doc slowly stripped Kareem naked, almost without touching his skin. “Now you do the same to me.”

Reluctantly, Kareem unlaced the long blouse that Doc was wearing and pulled it up and away, leaving the shrink in his weird fundoshi underwear. Doc turned around and said: “Go on, take it off. Start unrolling the back side and pass it under my legs.”

Kareem knelt to the floor and complied, but in order to unroll and remove the long strip of fabric, he had to touch Doc’s buttocks several times, pass his hands between his thighs and brush his fingers on his shaved crotch. When done, he found himself staring at Doc’s naked manhood, at an inch from his face. He was about to hurriedly leap on his feet, but Doc said: “Stay down. You don’t have to touch me, just look at my cock and balls. You feel uncomfortable, right? But you’re just watching. You’ve been taught that a man never stares at another man’s crotch, but it’s harmless, we’re not even touching each other. Take a good look, Kareem, and fight your inner uneasiness, because there’s no danger for you.”

Kareem stood on his knees, staring at Doc’s cock; he realized that Doc’s words were true: only his strict education made him feel tense, but they were doing nothing weird, or physically unpleasant. Actually, it was the first time Kareem could take a good close look at another man’s cock, and he felt strangely thrilled. Unlike him, Doc was uncut, had a long foreskin covering his limp member, and was thoroughly shaved, just like the rest of his body, apart from his beard. He even felt the curiosity to raise a hand and touch it, to better study it, but forced himself to stay still.

“Good. I’m proud of you, Kareem. You may think that you didn’t do much, but the first step is always the most difficult. Stand up, now, and come with me to the bedroom. Don’t worry, I promised: if you want to stop, we stop.”

Doc led the way, gently pulling Kareem by his hand and showing him that walking hand-in-hand with another man was just another of the million things that ‘real men don’t do’, but they’re actually harmless, even pleasant.

 

~ Body and mind ~

Kareem lay on the ample bed, on his back, and shot a tense glance at Doc joining him: “W… What’s next, Doc?”

“Next, you relax, Kareem, you focus on your body, your physical sensations. Try and keep separate the uneasiness that comes from your mind and the unpleasant feelings you may physically experience: in the latter case, stop me; but accept my touch, if it gives you pleasure. Kareem nodded in silence, and Doc gently placed a hand on Kareem’s wide muscular chest, passing his fingers through the thick body hair. The hand moved slowly, gently brushing the pecs, caressing the abs, exploring the hips; when Doc’s fingers touched lightly the nipples, Kareem gasped, tense: “I’m… very sensitive there, Doc…”

“And do you feel pain if I do this?” – Doc replied with a sensual grin, moving his fingertip with a circular motion on the pointy tip of Kareem’s meaty nipples. Kareem’s breath became a bit ragged, while clearly fighting his heterosexual instinct and accept Doc’s manly touch, that was indeed giving him a great pleasure.

Doc flashed a comforting smile and bent over Kareem, to work the other nipple with his mouth. “Doc… Ooohh…!” – Kareem moaned, spurring the shrink to go on kissing, licking and biting Kareem’s torso, focusing with sweet persistence on his most sensitive spots. Soon, Kareem’s thick dark-skinned cock rose to a full erection, and Doc shifted down, between Kareem’s legs, and started massaging his member with slow, but determined strokes. Kareem stiffened, tense, and Doc said: “Don’t tell me that this doesn’t give you pleasure. Accept the pleasure I’m giving you. Love yourself, Kareem, and let your body get what it craves for.”

Kareem tried to speak, but all he could do was nodding his head, and Doc’s grip tightened, his strokes became more vigorous, and Kareem tilted his head back, pressing it on the pillow, and uttered a choked moan. But his moans turned into an alarmed gasp when he felt Doc’s mouth sucking in his balls, and his wet tongue bathing the wrinkled scrotum with saliva.

Doc noticed Kareem’s distress, but went on giving a five-star treatment to Kareem’s manhood, to then abruptly halt: “Do you want me to stop, Kareem?”

The sudden ceasing of the erotic feelings radiating from his cock and balls gave to Kareem the measure of the incredible pleasure Doc was giving him, and he pleaded: “Please don’t stop, Doc! You… you’re doing it better than any woman ever did it to me…”

“I’m a man, and unlike your women, I know exactly what you’re feeling” – Doc replied seductively – “and I know the pleasure you’ll feel if you let me go further…”. Doc gently pulled Kareem’s legs up, making them bend at the hips, and Kareem gasped in alarm, feeling his most sacred place suddenly exposed. “Don’t worry, the symbol of your manliness is safe, Kareem. I won’t violate it. I actually want to pay homage to it. Will you let me?”

Kareem, almost holding his breath, looked at the hunky shrink with wide eyes and then, slowly, nodded his consent. As soon as Doc’s tongue touched his sensitive anus, Kareem couldn’t restrain a choked: “Oh god!!”, and his hips instinctively tilted up, to offer his ass to the sensual touch shamelessly.

Doc knew what he was doing, his tongue titillated the sensitive puckered hole with a deliberately slow circular motion, making Kareem’s tension build up, to then aim at the very center, intruding into the tight passage. Kareem screamed for the surprise and the pleasure, and uttered in disbelief: “I didn’t know… Fuuuuck…! No one ever did this to me… It’s… OOOHH!! It’s insanely erotic!”

“You see?” – Doc chuckled – “Having a man in your bed may be a plus…”. He went on stroking Kareem’s cock, while assaulting his helplessly splayed hole with his tongue, making the man writhe with unknown exquisite pleasure. Oblivious of the world around him, Kareem moaned loud, tossing his head from side to side, realizing that even the tickling of Doc’s thick beard in the crack of his ass added to the unbelievably erotic sensation. Kareem knew he was… offering his ass to a man, a confident masculine stud, but it didn’t mean anything: his body, for once, had silenced his strict mind and muted its many alarm bells.

Doc watched Kareem squirm under his expert ministrations and decided to turn the heat up a notch. It was risky, as Kareem could’ve reacted negatively, dispelling the sensual vibes enveloping them. He began with adding a fingertip to his tongue, but at first he just played with the wet black bush surrounding the quivering hole, covertly adding spit to make the finger wet and slick. After a while, he started spiraling toward the very center, and slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside.

Kareem immediately stiffened, feeling violated, and Doc halted, keeping his fingertip inside: “Trust me, Kareem. This is not ‘unmanly’ as you may think: in the eastern cultures, many men… real tough men… enjoy a prostate massage. It helps the prostate stay healthy… and it’s incredibly pleasurable. Let me do it. Please.”

Again, the sudden fading of the exquisite sensations he was feeling until a moment earlier made Kareem trembling with an irrepressible unsatisfied desire; he surrendered to Doc, reclined his head on the pillow, and uttered: “Do to me whatever you want Doc, but don’t stop. Just… don’t hurt me.”

“I would never” – Doc warmly replied, and his hand started again stroking Kareem’s throbbing cock, while his wet finger slowly crawled inside Kareem’s depths, in search of his pleasure button. Soon Doc found its target, and started a gentle, expert massage on the swollen gland. A moan escaped Kareem’s lips, then another, while the finger became more insistent, rhythmically tapping on the sensitive prostate.

“Oooohhh…!” – Kareem almost screamed – “I feel… I feel like I’m cumming, but I’m not cumming! My goodness, it’s… incredible!!”

“Yeah… You’re not cumming… yet!” – Doc replied in a deep, sensual voice, and then opened his mouth and engulfed Kareem’s cock entirely, to the base, making the engorged glance force open his tight throat muscles.

“Aww… fuuuck!!” – Kareem yelled, arching his body as if he’d got an electric shock, and Doc smiled, knowing that Kareem was in that special mental zone where the pleasure is so intense that a man could accept anything, to reach the final orgasmic explosion, even a fuck… but not for a single moment Doc dreamed to shove his own painfully hard cock into Kareem’s sacred hole.

But he intensified the prostate massage, furiously thrusting his finger in and out Kareem’s fiery chute, while squeezing the man’s cock with his strong throat muscles. Kareem was delirious, his hands gripped and released the rumpled bedsheets, while his feet arched and straightened at a frantic pace: “Oh fuck…! OH FUCK…! GGGGHHAAAA!”

Kareem felt like he was in another dimension where only his throbbing cock existed, and the blast of pure pleasure that was making it shoot with incredible power. Doc’s finger masterfully pressed on the prostate at each contraction, making every shot of seed rocket out of Kareem’s cock straight into Doc’s gullet.

“Aww… GAWWDDD!!” – Kareem screamed again, as the ongoing orgasm was almost too intense to bear, while waves after wave of sheer delight washed his body. Slowly the pelvic contraction trailed off, and Kareem stood still on the bed, heaving hard, covered in sweat. He raised his head and looked at Doc with wide eyes “I… I’m not sure what happened…” – he murmured, and Doc smiled: “You gave yourself to me, that’s what happened. You trusted me to the point of lowering all your defenses, and offered to me your body and your mind. Now you know how incredible can be having sex with a man. You don’t feel… debased or violated, do you?”

“Not at all” – Kareem confidently confirmed – “I felt… taken care of, desired, almost… er… worshipped, if it makes sense…”

“That’s exactly the term, you have a gorgeous manly body and I worshipped you, I paid homage to your manliness. I’m so glad you feel so good, so satisfied!”

“But you’re not…” – Kareem said, when Doc rose on his knees and his throbbing cock stood up, craving to get at least a fraction of the pleasure Kareem had experienced. “Oh, that…” – Doc replied, looking down at his own crotch – “I’ll take care of that later on. I’m not here for my own pleasure, it all was done for you, to let you explore your sexuality…”

“Then… you could maybe… let me explore some more…” – Kareem said, reaching out to Doc’s cock and holding it in a tight grip. “You… You don’t have to…” – Doc uttered, taken aback by Kareem unexpected move, but then he couldn’t help but close his eyes and moan softly, enjoying the eager hand stroking his cock with utmost sensuality.

“I’ve done this to another guy only once, when I was sixteen” – Kareem confessed – “but you’re right, Doc, I’m a man, and I know what a man needs. I’ve stroked my own cock a million times, I know how pleasurable is brushing your finger on the underside of the head, like this…”

Doc started breathing heavily, feeling all the tension he’d piled up while working on Kareem suddenly spread into his groin, enflaming his cock. “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop…” – he murmured, and Kareem smiled: “I could never. Your cock feels so heavy in my hand, so hot… And these balls…” – he added, taking Doc’s gonads into his other hand – “…these balls are so full of cum, uh? I feel your juices boil under my fingers…”

“What happened to Kareem?” – Doc breathed, trying to joke, but barely holding his impending orgasm – “You’re hot as fuck when you talk like this… Nnnngghh…!”

“I feel at ease with you, Doc. I know what you feel, and I want to give you more… I want to make this big uncut cock of yours explode, making you as delirious as you made me feel… Yeah… I feel your swollen balls tighten…”

“Please, put your fingers on my perineum, right behind my balls…” – Doc said in a hoarse voice, climbing the last step to the climax – “Just keep them there… I’m… ooohhh… I’m gonna… CUUUMMM!”

Doc’s cock throbbed hard and long plumes of thick cream flew in the air, in front of him, to then fall to the bed, wetting the bedsheets. Kareem gasped and widened his eyes, feeling the powerful, extremely erotic pulsating of the perineum, bulging out at each mighty shot. Kareem felt like he was keeping his fingers… on the very source of Doc’s masculinity.

“Fuck… It’s been intense…” – Kareem murmured, when the massive orgasm stopped, and Doc smiled: “I’m so proud of you. I think you’re ready to live your new life, here at the Cube.”

“Not really ready, Doc… But you’ve opened a crack in my inner door, you made me reconsider my strict ideas about what a man can and can’t do. In bed, I mean…”

“Glad to hear that. Say… Any chance your ‘new you’ would go for a second round? You’re steaming hot, you know, and your straight allure adds to your irresistible manliness…”

“Doc! Do you want to wear me out on my… first day out? Ha ha! But granted, I will need… more shrink sessions in the future.”

“I will think to some new experiment, then!” – Doc laughed, and Kareem, feeling totally at ease despite the heavy man-sexual vibes, followed suit.

While getting dressed, Kareem smiled wide. He felt good, ready for the Cube, and ready… for a very special surprise he suddenly wanted to do to Lance, for his upcoming 21st birthday.

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In the next chapter: Kareem is assigned by his boss to the renovation of an old block in Omega Avenue, and the site inspection makes something shocking and disturbing shake out. Evil Captain O’Rourke forces Kareem and McLaughlin to ‘volunteer’ in a very wicked experiment.