C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 13: INTIMATE CONNECTION ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

While Kareem and his boss Perry renovate an old apartment in Omega Avenue, something shocking and disturbing shakes out. Evil Captain O’Rourke barges in and forces Kareem and his friend McLaughlin (a straight nice cop) to ‘volunteer’ in a very wicked experiment.

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~ A shocking discover ~

“Where are we going, boss?” – young Mateo asked, a bit worried, walking with long strides with Perry and Kareem along Omega Avenue, the very last Avenue of the Cube. Kareem shot a fleeting glance at Mateo, and had to admit he was striking handsome, with his tanned Puerto Rican complexion and his toned body; no wonder Lance gladly gave him a steaming hot ‘compensation’ for delivering the printed obituary to him.

“Omega-24. It’s at the very corner of the Cube”, Perry replied, and when Mateo anxiously stiffened, he huffed: “Don’t tell me you believe to those silly superstitions about the Omega-24 block! Fuck me if I understand why no one ever wants to live there! I have to restore it every other year because it’s always abandoned and no one maintains it!”

Mateo shut his mouth and didn’t reply, but Kareem could clearly see that the more they got closer to Omega-24, the more Mateo looked nervous. When they got there, they all entered the abandoned apartment, and apart from tons of dust and peeling wall paint, they couldn’t see anything wrong with it.

Mateo started taking measures, going from room to room, while Kareem and Perry removed the old equipment from the bathroom. After an hour or so, Mateo came back, frowning: “Boss, I’ve completed the measuring, but maybe the laser meter has a problem, the measures don’t match…”. He pointed to a wall of the living room and explained: “From this side, the wall is 26 ft., but on the other side, apparently, it’s only 22. I don’t understand…”

Perry looked at the wall with his expert eyes, then stepped into the adjacent room and frowned: “The laser meter works perfectly well: this room is shorter! It’s like… someone built an additional wall on the far end; and from what I can see, they even built it very badly. Kareem! I need your muscles: take a mallet and knock that wall down.”

Kareem began hitting the wall with his mallet, and in no time he created a small hole in the bricks. “Wait!” – Mateo said with an almost terrified tone – “Boss… are you sure we should do it?”

“Don’t be silly, Mateo! You and your stupid superstitions! Kareem, go on, and be careful, the wall was built so poorly that soon will collapse to the ground”. Kareem started hitting with renewed vigor, and suddenly a section of the wall crumbled down. Kareem literally jumped back, letting the mallet fall to the floor, and gasped in horror: “My god…! Boss!”

The three men looked at the opening on the wall, and stared in horror at a skeletal arm protruding out of the hole. The arm was covered by what remained of the green uniform of the Sex Police.

“I knew he was still here!” – Mateo cried out, in total panic, and Perry asked, alarmed: “What you mean? Did you know there was a corpse here? Talk, Mateo!”

“I can’t… I can’t… He’ll kill me…” – Mateo whined, clearly on the verge of a breakdown. Perry moved closer to him and took him into his arms: “It’s OK, kid, you’re safe. No one will hurt you. But you have to tell me everything. Do you know who was that man?”. Mateo shook his head, and Perry insisted: “But you know who killed him…”.

“O’Rourke…” – came the answer in a ragged whisper. “OK”, the boss went on, patiently, “and how long ago did it happen?”

Mateo took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face and said: “Five years ago. I was sixteen, my friend Jonah and I were playing hide and seek in the empty apartments of this area. I hid here, in the bathroom, and suddenly I heard two men furiously arguing. One was O’Rourke, I didn’t know the other one, he was a tall officer, even taller than O’Rourke. He accused the Captain to have dished to a kid too a cruel and horrible punishment, said that he wouldn’t allow O’Rourke to play his cruel games anymore and that he was going to press charges against him. They started brawling, but suddenly O’Rourke took his taser and hit the man, who fell to the floor, agonizing for the pain. And then… while the man was helpless on the floor… O’Rourke took a knife from his belt and… and… killed him. It was horrible! I was shocked, too shocked to even scream… which probably saved my life.”

“Holy shit…” – Perry said under his breath – “And what happened then?”

“O’Rourke ripped the badge with the name from the cop’s jacket, lifted a tile on the floor and hid both the knife and the badge there. Apparently, it was his usual hiding place, because he knew well which tile to lift, and there were other objects in the hole underneath.”

“And… can you tell which tile it was?” – Perry asked, pale, and Mateo pointed his chin to the main door: “Next to the right jamb”. Kareem quickly went to the tile pointed by Mateo with a heavy heart, as he’d guessed very well who was the man and why he was furiously arguing with O’Rourke. He lifted the tile, and found the knife and the badge, covered by what seemed a paper document. Kareem picked up the document and the badge, cleaned the metal from the dust, and the name on it shone bright: “Officer Dougal McLaughlin”.

Perry hurried to the secret hiding spot, took a plastic bag and enveloped the knife, without touching it, and gave it to Kareem: “Ask Lance to put this in a safe place. O’Rourke must not find it.”

Kareem hid the bag with the knife and the document into his backpack, then took his phone, made a quick search on the Cube’s online directory and made a call: “It’s me. Don’t talk. Find an excuse and come here at Omega-24, as quick as possible. Alone. Be sure no one follows you.”

“Who did you call??” – Perry asked, alarmed, and Kareem replied with a serious tone: “His son, officer Sean McLaughlin. Don’t worry, we can trust him, we’re… close friends. He must know.”

In less than ten minutes, McLaughlin arrived, breathless, and burst into the room: “Kareem! Mr. Yukon! What happened? Do you need help?”

“No Sean, we’re fine. But I have terrible news. I’m afraid that your search for your father… ends here. In the room behind that wall. It must be him, this is his badge. Take it, it’s yours. And, Sean… it’s not a pretty sight.”

McLaughlin entered the adjacent room holding his breath, deadly pale, and the three men cringed in pain hearing a suffocate: “Dad…”, and then a few choked, heartbreaking sobs. Mateo murmured: “Maybe we should go to him…”, but Perry shook his head: “There are moments when a man needs to be alone.”

When Sean came out of the room, his reddened eyes flashed with barely restrained fury: “O’Rourke…!!”. Kareem took McLaughlin by his arm: “Sean, no, don’t do stupid things. He’s deadly dangerous. He mustn’t know that we know what he did. I’m locked here for life, but you’re not, Sean. Go out and press charges against him, as soon as possible, before O’Rourke finds out.”

“No one is going anywhere!” – came an authoritarian voice from the door. O’Rourke stepped inside, followed by Reeves and Wilde, glanced at the open floor tile and a smug grin appeared on his face: “Whatever you think to know, I don’t care. Reeves, Wilde, arrest officer McLaughlin!”

“You fucking bastard! I swear I’ll kill you!” – Sean yelled while being forcefully handcuffed and brought away. Before going out, O’Rourke shot a threatening glance to the other men and hissed: “And you all, mind your own business. It’d be unpleasant if an unfortunate accident happens to one... or the three of you!”

When alone, Kareem looked at Perry: “Why didn’t he take us, too? We all know about his crime!”. Perry shook his head, sadly: “We can’t harm him, we can’t talk to anyone outside, nor go anywhere. Who’s risking a lot, now, is young McLaughlin, he’s too dangerous. I fear what O’Rourke might do to him… Let’s go back to my office, we need to call the funeral parlor. At the very least, officer Dougal McLaughlin deserves a proper burial.”

 

~ Humiliated and threatened ~

At the police station, O’Rourke was pacing the interrogation room, thinking hard while glancing menacingly at McLaughlin, held tight by his colleagues. He then stopped, looked straight at the officer and said: “Officer Sean McLaughlin! Effective immediately, you’re relieved of duty and discharged from the Corps with dishonor!”

“What the fuck are you talking about??” – Sean yelled, and got pale when O’Rourke exclaimed with fake indignation: “You’re guilty of Uranian Behavior! You, an officer of the Sex Police! Look, the A.I. states it clearly!”

O’Rourke showed a tablet to Sean, who read on the screen: “Recent Uranian activities: masturbation to Kareem Bashir; active oral sex with Kareem Bashir; passive oral sex with Kareem Bashir. Uranian inclinations: Severe.”

“You forced me to do that!!” – Sean screamed, and O’Rourke shrugged his shoulders: “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I know is that you don’t deserve the uniform you’re wearing. I may well lock you into the Cube on the spot: it’d be fun to see what four thousand horny faggots may do to a former Police officer! Wilde, Reeves, strip him naked and lock him in the brig, until I decide what to do with him!”

“Ha! Are you going to kill me like you did with my father??” – Sean screamed while being forcefully stripped, and O’Rourke flashed a mischievous smirk: “There are much more interesting ways to prevent a wide mouth from talking too much…”

McLaughlin was unceremoniously shoved into the cell and locked inside. He stood there for twenty-four hours, stark naked; apart from some food and water provided by the A.I., he was not given any comfort stuff, nor anything to cover his nudity, and he had to humiliate himself using the small toilet in a corner of the cell, in plain sight. Now and then, O’Rourke came to the cell and pensively stared at McLaughlin through the bars; and before going away, he never failed to make mocking and debasing comments about the cop’s lack of manliness, his recent difficulties with making love to his wife, his obvious preference for a real man’s cock.

“You would be an amazing attraction at the Rowdy Hole” – the Captain threatened before leaving for the night – “A tier-three cop! The entire Cube would line up to fuck you! Ha ha! Good night, McLaughlin. I’m going home to make love to my wife like a real man does. Who knows, maybe during the night my officers might arrest an oversexed brute in a sexual frenzy and put him in your cell, to give you a taste of the man-meat you crave for. Ahh… Yeah, your screams would echo in the whole headquarter, ha ha! Sweet dreams, slut, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next day, the cruel threatening and debasing treatment went on. O’Rourke allowed some of his lewd informers to come and watch McLaughlin, shamefully naked, through the cell bars, making the cop cringe listening to the vivid depiction of what those men would’ve done to him, now that he’d fallen in disgrace and was not a cop anymore. A few of them pushed their hard cocks through the bars, asking to be sucked; and when McLaughlin sternly refused, they jacked off, spraying long ropes of man cream that streaked the dirty cell floor.

“I bet you’ve never tasted the nightstick the Sex Police shoves in our asses, have you?” – one said in a derisive tone – “I’d shove it into your hole to the hilt, and then I’d push harder, until you take it all, handle and strap!” “Why not adding the fist, too?” – another one added, laughing coarsely.

McLaughlin never felt so much humiliated and threatened in his entire life. He could win a brawl, or defend himself in an armed assault, but being sexually abused by a bunch of horny rude men was his worst nightmare.

In the evening, Reeves opened the cell door and threw to him some clothes: “Put these on, and come with me”. McLaughlin took the clothes and realized that they consisted only in a pair of skimpy briefs and the boots and hat from his uniform. Wearing those things was even more humiliating than being naked, but he had no choice. He got dressed, and felt like an actor of a cheap gay porn movie.

Reeves roughly pulled him out of the cell, handcuffed him with his hands behind his back and brought him to the interrogation room. “Kareem!” – he gasped, seeing his friend squirming on a metal stool in the middle of the room, naked, with his feet tied to the stool legs and his wrists tied to a chain hanging from the low ceiling. “Sean! What did they do to you?” – Kareem exclaimed, looking at McLaughlin’s terrible state and his embarrassing clothing.

“Enough of the mushy stuff, lovebirds!” – O’Rourke roughly interrupted them. He was standing next to a desk loaded with electronic equipment, and close to him there was a short aged man wearing a white lab coat and thick glasses.

Reeves and Wilde took the handcuffed McLaughlin by his arms and held him tight, right in front of the restrained Kareem.

“Mr. Bashir kindly accepted to take part in a little experiment” – O’Rourke said in a fake polite tone – “Please meet Dr. Kampfer, he’s a bio-chip expert, a luminary in this field. Herr Doktor, please proceed.”

The doctor took what seemed a handheld device with a few knobs and switches and put it close to Kareem’s nape, where his bio-chip was located; a couple seconds later, the instrument emitted a beep. Kampfer nodded to O’Rourke, who pointed his chin to McLaughlin and said: “Him, too.”

“Zwei, Herr Kapitän? Two at the same time?” – the man asked, surprised, and O’Rourke grinned: “I’m taking your experiment to the next level”. Though dubious, the man complied, and another beep confirmed that the procedure, whatever it was, had been performed on McLaughlin, too.

“What the fuck is going on, here?” – McLaughlin yelled, and Dr. Kampfer explained, in a thick German accent: “The bio-chip is a one-way device, it reads the subject’s parameters, including the state of arousal, the sexual tension, the orgasm and, in the case of male subjects, the ejaculation; all these data are then sent to the A.I., for further elaboration. I’ve just reprogrammed your bio-chips, turning them into two-way devices: now they can receive external inputs and cause a body reaction: arousal, erection, orgasm and ejaculation. And… not necessarily in that order…” – he concluded with a wicked grin.

 

~ Torturous pleasure ~

Kareem squirmed hard: “This can’t be! You can’t… You can’t order my body to feel horny!”

“Oh, I can, Mr. Bashir” – O’Rourke replied with an evil smirk – “But first let me check if the system is working properly”. He moved closer to Kareem and sensually brushed his fingers on his sensitive nipples. Kareem stiffened, suddenly feeling a rush of pleasure, but forced himself to a complete silence.

“Nnngghh…!” – McLaughlin immediately moaned, taken aback by the unexpected sensation radiating from his untouched nipples. “Yeah, McLaughlin, you guessed it right… You’re now linked to your sweetheart, and you will feel exactly what he feels, every spasm of pleasure, every pang of pain, every orgasmic rush!”

McLaughlin and Kareem looked at each other, horrified. They were both fiercely straight, and having such a deep, intimate connection with another man, an intimacy that went way beyond making sex, was one of the most horrible and disturbing things they could think of.

O’Rourke uttered a low chuckle and said: “Gentlemen, it’s showtime!”. He turned a knob on the small handheld device, bringing it to half-power and Kareem instantly felt an intense arousal that made his blood rush into his veins. He fought hard the unwanted feeling, and he apparently succeeded, because his cock stayed completely limp.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Bashir” – O’Rourke mused – “See this second knob? Look at what happens when I turn it up…”. The Captain slowly turned it up, and Kareem’s dark-skinned cock immediately responded, growing and thickening; the more O’Rourke turned the knob, the stiffer became Kareem’s erection.

And McLaughlin’s too, as it was linked to Kareem’s. But his cock was forcefully held down by his tight briefs, and he started squirming in pain. “Fuck… nnngghh… it hurts…!”

“Let’s turn the heat up a notch…” – O’Rourke growled with sparkling evil eyes, and brought both the arousal and the erection knobs to the limit of the green scale. “Ooohh…” – Kareem moaned, feeling harder and hornier than ever; despite his effort to stay still, he couldn’t help but tilt his hips back and forth, the few inches allowed by his tight restraints.

“Awww…. FUCK!!!” – McLaughlin screamed, in great distress, and Kareem felt for his friend and pleaded: “Captain… Please!!! You’re hurting him!”

O’Rourke huffed, annoyed, and nodded to Reeves: “Please, bear with me: move the fucker’s cock to the side, so he will stop whining like a sissy…”. The officer had a little hesitation, as sliding his hand into an aroused man’s underwear wasn’t precisely what he felt most comfortable with, but then complied, with a quick and efficient move. McLaughlin sighed with relief, now that his cock could at least grow to its full length, but felt utterly ashamed at the obscene way his manhood was put on display, under the thin white fabric. And to add to his embarrassment, he was painfully aware that the uniform boots and hat made him look like a gay stripper in heat.

“And now look at this!” – O’Rourke mused, turning the erection knob down, then up again a couple times. Both Kareem and Sean felt their cock deflate in unison, becoming limp, to then rise again to a throbbing erection, and then again. “This… This is insane!” – Kareem screamed, feeling violated in his deepest intimacy; his erection was literally in another man’s hands, to command it at will, defying all the natural mechanisms of the male body!

“Nooo! Stop it!” – McLaughlin yelled, trying hard to ignore that the arousal he was feeling, and even his erection, were not his own, but Kareem’s. “Stop it?” – O’Rourke mused – “Now comes the best part!”. He turned both the knobs to end scale, to the red zone, and laughed out loud watching both Kareem and Sean squirm helplessly, prey of the most intense arousal they’d ever felt, and sporting the stiffest erection they ever got. Doctor Kampfer interjected: “Kapitän, you’re pushing the subjects beyond the safety limits…”, but O’Rourke dismissed the doctor’s worries with an annoyed “Yeah, yeah…”

The Captain mentally made a bet to himself, and smiled wide when he won the bet: “Oh, please…! Please let me cum!!” – McLaughlin was the first to scream, and the Captain growled, amused: “First comes the orgasm, and then the ejaculation…”.

He flicked a switch and both men instantly groaned loud and stiffened, pushed over the edge of the most intense orgasm of their life. But the usually fleeting moments of the climax became long seconds, and they both were still forcefully held there, at the top of their pleasure, unable to cum.

“AAAARRGGHH!!” – Kareem screamed, delirious, and McLaughlin echoed him, pleading loud: “Make me CUUUM!!!”

“Good boys! But be careful what you wish!” – O’Rourke mused, flicking the ‘ejaculation’ switch. A thick volley of sperm rocketed out of Kareem’s cock and splatted on Sean, held tight right in front of him, and many other shots followed the first, showering the restrained cop. Sean’s cock, too, was shooting like a machine gun into his briefs; soon the drenched fabric couldn’t hold the torrent of man cream, that started dripping in long ropes along the trembling leg.

The ejaculation was so powerful that Kareem felt his prostate hurt, but it went on and on, until he realized that even his most powerful instinct, cumming, was under the strict control of the hatred O’Rourke. “Please, Captain… NNNGGHH… I’m begging you… Stop it… For goodness sake, STOP IT!!”

Doctor Kampfer was utterly worried: “Herr Kapitän, they’re going to suffer permanent damage if you don’t let them rest immediately!”

“OK, OK, they’re drained anyway” – O’Rourke replied, noticing that both Kareem’s and Sean’s cock were still pulsating madly, but no seed was flowing out anymore. He flicked off both the switches and turned the knobs to zero.

McLaughlin’s knees weakened, and if Reeves and Wilde didn’t hold him up he would’ve fallen to the floor. Kareem exhaled loudly and collapsed, hanging bodily from the chain linked to the ceiling.

No one moved, and O’Rourke patiently waited for the exhausted man to come to and catch their breath. When McLaughlin was standing on his own feet again, the Captain addressed him with a frightful, threatening tone: “You now know what I can do to you, bitch. If a single word of what you’ve seen in block Omega-24 slips out of your lips, I swear I link your bio-chip to the entire Cube, and you’ll live and feel every single orgasm of our horny guests, over and over, night and day, until you go insane. Not a single word!”

The cop’s lips trembled and he bowed his head, defeated. The hatred Captain had killed his father and he couldn’t even give him justice. But… maybe not everything was lost, maybe he could still stand a chance… if he managed to stay at the Cube.

“You won. You hold me under your fucking thumb…” – McLaughlin said, faking a defeated expression – “But… I’m not really discharged with dishonor, right? Please, Captain, at least leave me this. The Corps are my life.”

O’Rourke kept Sean on his toes for a short while and then shot him a magnanimous glance: “OK, you’re still under my command. Besides, I can better get an eye on you, here. Reeves, release him and give him back his uniform. The rest of his uniform, that is, ha ha! You know, McLaughlin? You would look wonderful as a go-go dancer at the Studs Barn, on the second floor! Ha ha!”

“And you, Mr. Bashir” – he added, turning to the bound man – “thanks for volunteering for my little experiment. Never forget that now your bio-chip has been… upgraded, remember what this little cool device can force your body to feel. Don’t make me use it. No, wait, I actually hope you’ll make me use it again, sooner or later! Ha ha ha!”

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In the next chapter: Kareem and Sean McLaughlin have a hard time processing the intense and disturbing experience they shared. Officer Dougal McLaughlin gets a beautiful and moving funeral. In the evening, Kareem makes to Lance a surprise he’ll never forget.