C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 14: A VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem and Sean McLaughlin (a straight cop) have a hard time processing the intense and disturbing experience they were forced to share. Officer Dougal McLaughlin (Sean’s father, killed by the evil Cpt. O’Rourke) gets a beautiful and moving funeral. Kareem makes to Lance a surprise he’ll never forget.

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~ Way too gay for a straight man ~

O’Rourke, Dr. Kampfer and the two officers went away right after the end of their wicked ‘experiment’, where Kareem had to endure an electronically-induced, excruciating orgasm, and McLaughlin was ‘linked’ to Kareem and forced to share his wrecking climax. They were both tried and exhausted for the torturous, almost cruel pleasure they had been forced to feel, and the endless orgasm that ensued; but McLaughlin seemed in a state of total shock. With slow movements and with an absent glance, he picked up his uniform from the floor and looked at the clothes as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Sean…” – Kareem said softly, gently grabbing his friend by the shoulder, to comfort him, but Sean instantly wriggled out of Kareem’s grip and stepped back: “Don’t touch me!! Don’t you dare to touch me!!”

Kareem was surprised by his friend’s reaction and moved a bit closer, to soothe his inner turmoil, but Sean screamed again, almost hysterical: “Stay away!!”

“Sean, I understand you’re upset, it’s been intense, it’s been for me, too…” – Kareem said in a soothing tone, and Sean yelled, out of control: “Intense? Intense?? It’s been devastating, for me! Terrifying! I have felt your orgasm, for fuck’s sake! I lived your orgasm with such an intensity that… fuck… that I was forced to cross my limits as a straight man by a hundred miles!! I was forced to feel an intimacy with you, with a man, that goes way beyond sex, Kareem! You could’ve well fucked me in the ass, and yet it wouldn’t reach the level of intimacy I had to feel! It was… way too much. Too much. I feel sick, I feel violated!”

Kareem thought that Sean was being unjust to him. After all they both were forced to take part of the same wicked experiment by the evil Captain O’Rourke, it was not Kareem’s fault! But Kareem knew better than escalating the argument. He just said: “I… I’m sorry, Sean. Whatever I’ve done to you, I’m sorry. I will leave you alone, if this is what you want, I won’t even talk to you, but… tell me that we’re still friends, Sean. Please.”

Sean sat on a metal bench, trying hard to regain control of himself, and replied in a ragged breath: “Yes, Kareem. We’re still friends. And this is why this… experience devastated me. We’re both straight, we have a brotherly friendship, and being forced to have a… sexual connection with you, at such a deep level, was terrible. I know it wasn’t easy for you, either; but you were forced to feel what a machine ordered your body to feel, while I was forced to feel you… and the explosion of manliness that you exuded while having the most intense orgasm of your life.”

“OK” – Kareem briefly said, understanding his friend’s deep uneasiness – “I understand. I will leave you alone as long as you need to. But I won’t let O’Rourke destroy our friendship, I’ll fight for it… by stepping back and waiting for you to come back to me.”

“Thank you, Kareem. In this moment I just can’t think straight, I need time to… process what happened. And to process my father’s death. Will you attend my father’s funeral, tomorrow? You and Lance, of course”. “Why, are you going to bury him here at the Cube?” – Kareem asked, surprised, and Sean nodded: “He died here, and died defending the guests of the Cube, especially the most vulnerable ones. His place is here. But don’t worry, it will be a very simple ceremony: apart from us and Lance, and maybe Perry Yukon, no one will come. My father was an officer of the Sex Police: we’re hated no matter what.”

“I’ll be there” – Kareem said, finishing to get dressed; he gave one last friendly glance to Sean and went away. He slowly walked home, resorting to his last forces, as O’Rourke’s experiment had drained his physical energies, and the tense confrontation with Sean had drained him mentally. But he and Sean were still friends, that’s what really counted: Kareem cherished their friendship very much, as McLaughlin was the only straight man he had an acquaintance with, and losing him would’ve meant for Kareem to lose the only reference to his old life, his moral values, his heterosexual inclinations.

When Kareem stepped inside the apartment, Lance immediately noticed Kareem’s distress, and listened with a sorry and sympathetic expression the details of O’Rourke’s evil experiment, and what Kareem and Sean had to endure. Then, Kareem informed Lance about Sean’s decisions about his father’s burial. “Say, Lance…” – Kareem asked – “what happens to the Cube’s guests when they die? Is there a cemetery or something, here?”

“On the third floor” – Lance confirmed – “It’s a floor I never go to, it’s… too saddening. Other than the graveyard, there’s a hospital up there, and many residential apartments. You see, when a guest grows too old, or becomes sick, he’s relocated to an apartment on the third floor; there are only elderlies there, and they all live next to the hospital and with a view over the graveyard. Can you think of something more depressing?”

“And then, what?” – Kareem asked – “Do they just wait that the old guests die?”

“More or less. When the A.I. calculates that their heart is about to fail, their daily medication is added with a very strong aphrodisiac; the men feel suddenly alive, full of energy, and make love to each other tirelessly, night and day… until their orgasm is the last one. Thinking about it, it’s a good way to go, passing seamlessly from the pleasure to the void.”

“Fuck…” – Kareem murmured, a bit shocked by the unusual (to say the least) way the Cube dealt with old age and death. The mental image of those old men literally orgasming to death was unsettling, but strangely comforting, too. He suddenly stood up and asked: “Say, do you think Monsieur D’Antin’s atelier is still open? I need something to wear at the funeral. And before you say anything, call me old-fashioned, but I’m not going to the funeral of a respected heterosexual Police officer wearing a crotch-short skirt!”

Lance giggled and replied: “Monsieur D’Antin lives in his shop, you’ll find him there. But aren’t you too tired, after… what you had to endure?”, and Kareem sighed: “I feel deadly tired, but I have to do it, I owe it to Sean. None of the Cube’s guests would attend the funeral of a cop, I want to look at my best for Sean, it’s too important for him.

“Oh… Right, he was a cop…” – Lance said, pensively – “OK, you go, I have to… ehm… make a phone call and then I’ll hit the sack. See you tomorrow.”

 

~ Life and death of a hero ~

The next morning, when Kareem and Lance arrived at the third floor, in front of the elevator there was Sean waiting for them, in full dress uniform. Behind him, there was Perry, whose mouth sagged open, looking at Kareem wearing a light mauve suit with white shirt and rose tie that fit his muscular physique in the most sensational way. “Fuck, I had a Lord working under me and I didn’t know…” – Perry murmured, surprised, used as he was to see Kareem in working clothes or in unimpressive cheap everyday clothing. Perry’s surprise was almost hilarious, but the circumstances didn’t allow jokes.

“Thanks for coming” – McLaughlin said with a grateful glance – “I guess we can begin…”

“Just a moment…” – Lance interjected, and soon the door of second elevator opened and Adam came out, followed by Mateo, Ol’ Pete, Robin, Monsieur D’Antin and the concierge Lionel. McLaughlin greeted them warmly, thankful that a few more people were joining them for the funeral; he was still thanking them, when Elevator 3 opened up and all the boys of the Silk & Lace came out, soon followed by many other men and guys of all ages, mostly unknown to McLaughlin, coming out from all the elevators, until the entire ample Avenue leading to the graveyard was full of people.

McLaughlin turned to Lance with wet eyes: “I… I’m overwhelmed…”. Lance simply replied: “I owed it to your father. This is the ‘thank you’ I couldn’t give him five years ago. But I just spread the news, everyone came on his own, to pay a sincere homage to your father.”

They moved to the graveyard, where the coffin was waiting for them, guarded by the guys of the funeral parlor. Much to anyone’s surprise, O’Rourke was standing there, next to the coffin, wearing a circumstance expression. McLaughlin stiffened and hissed: “What are you doing here… sir? Can’t you leave me alone even at the funeral of my own father?”, and the Captain retorted: “I’m the head of the Sex Police, my place is here. Any objection, officer?”

McLaughlin was about to physically assault O’Rourke, but Kareem stopped him and went closer to O’Rourke, looking at him with such steely eyes that the Captain felt a shiver down his spine. “Sir, with all the due respect, you’re not welcome, here” – Kareem said in a low voice, but with a tone that didn’t allow rejection; his words were greatly enforced by many men stepping toward O’Rourke in a menacing way. Probably for the first time O’Rourke realized that he may well hold a great power, at the Cube, but there were thousands of guests there… and none of them was his friend.

“Fine.” – he uttered, trying to keep an authoritarian stance, but his paleness betrayed his fear – “I don’t have time for attending social events, anyway”. When he moved to go away, the crowd silently parted and then closed behind him.

All the eyes turned to the coffin, covered by the flag of the Great Worldwide Union and the insignia of the Sex Police. A boy from the Silk & Lace went to McLaughlin holding a rainbow flag in his hands and asked, timidly: “Sir… I know that your father was straight, but he fought for us and well… if you think it’s appropriate…”  Sean was moved and smiled warily: “It’s very sweet of you, thank you. Yes, I think it’s appropriate, put it on the coffin.”

Then, Sean climbed on a small podium and briefly said: “I heartily thank you all for being here, today. I’m sure my father would’ve appreciated it as much as I do. Maybe some of you expect me to make a speech, but I just can’t I’m sorry. This… hurts too much. For five years I’ve searched for my father, and though I knew deep inside that he couldn’t possibly be still alive, there was always a stupid sparkle of hope that refused to die. Until yesterday. If someone wants to say something, even few words, I’d appreciate it very much.”

There was a tense, embarrassed silence, and McLaughlin nodded, resigned; after all, his father was a member of the Sex Police: who would ever, among the guests of the Cube, say a kind word about a cop?

Lance covertly nudged Kareem in the ribs, and when he whispered: “Me??”, Lance urged him: “You were in the P.R., you worked in politics: you have your way with words; come on, look at Sean!” Kareem took a deep breath and climbed the podium, in his elegant mauve suit, and suddenly all the eyes were on him.

“We’re all here today” – he said in loud voice – “to honor a hero. A hero, I say, because he risked and lost his life trying to save the people of the Cube, all of us, from the unjust and cruel wrath of… someone evil, someone who, ultimately, claimed his life. Officer Dougal McLaughlin has died for all of us, and we all owe him a great debt of gratitude. Regretfully, I didn’t have the honor to know him, when he was alive, but I’ve heard the many tales of those of you who were witnesses of his kindness and rightfulness.”

“He was fiercely straight, just like all the members of the Sex Police, and nevertheless he deeply respected the people living here, and they respected him. He was a good-hearted man, and I can only guess the troubles and the struggles he had to face as a Police officer, bound to carry on the heinous orders he got, but strenuously trying to take care of the men and the guys he deeply respected. I can only guess Officer Dougal McLaughlin’s struggles, but there’s someone here who must face the same struggles every day, because he inherited the same kindness, rightfulness and good heart of his father: Officer Sean McLaughlin.”

Sean gasped and looked at Kareem with wide, wet eyes, and Kareem nodded to him, smiling warmly.

“I know that most of us, and I include myself, hate the Sex Police: it is indeed our enemy, a bunch of evil men who abuse their authority making us suffer without any reason. But if we tar everybody with the same brush, we won’t be better than them. And now, let’s give the last farewell to an honorable man, a hero who leaves a great void in the Cube and in our hearts. Requiescat in pacem. All hail Officer Dougal McLaughlin!”

“All hail Officer Dougal McLaughlin!” – the crowd responded with thunderous voices that echoed in the Cube, and Sean had to put a herculean effort in not bursting in tears like a child. He hastily pulled Kareem down the podium and held him tight in a bear hug, murmuring “Thank you, buddy! My father can now really rest in peace…”

There was no dirt in the graveyard, nor in the entire Cube for that matter, and for a moment Kareem wondered how the actual burial would’ve been done; one of the funeral valets pressed a key on his phone and a section of the ‘ground’ shifted sideways, revealing an empty space underneath. The coffin was quickly lowered into the cell and the ‘ground’ seamlessly closed over it; a screen hidden in the tombstone flickered and a faded photo of a handsome blond cop with a charming smile appeared, along with the words: “Officer Dougal McLaughlin, beloved husband, caring father and honored Police officer”.

“And valiant hero” – Kareem murmured with a sad smile, exchanging a friendly glance with Sean. A movement in the crowd caught their attention, as many men were suspiciously grabbing and massaging their own bulges. Much to their surprise, Perry hurriedly climbed on the podium, raised a hand and said aloud: “My friends! We always give our blessing to the deceased spraying our seed on his tomb, but not this time. The late Officer McLaughlin deeply respected our being gay, and we will respect his being straight, so we’ll give him our blessing only with our hearts. But remember the time-honored tradition! Tonight all of us will soothe our loss making love to our significant one, and if you don’t have a partner for the night, then find one! And as a last resort… on the second floor the Stud Stable is open all night!”

Amused giggling rose from the crowd, and even Sean flashed a faint smile: “Damn, these guys are something else. I never attended a funeral here, I didn’t know about the… local customs! I do have a significant one, my sweet wife, and tonight, no matter what, I’ll make love to her.”

“Good for you…” – Kareem grumbled, as his own situation was much more difficult. Hopeless, actually. But suddenly he focused on an idea he had in mind, a surprise he wanted to do to Lance for his 21st birthday, but he could well push it back a few days. He glanced around in search of someone, and then said in a hurry: “Lance, I have something to do, see you later at home! Goodbye Sean!”, and off he was.

 

~ ‘Unbirthday’ gift ~

The rest of the day, thankfully, went on smoothly, with Kareem working with Perry and Lance running his errands. When Lance came back in the evening, he called: “Kareem? Are you home?” and heard with surprise Kareem reply: “In your bedroom! I have a gift for you!”

“My birthday is next week!”, Lance laughed, walking to his bedroom; but when he opened the curtain his laughter died in a loud gasp. Kareem was on his bed, completely naked, in a languid pose and with a suggestive glare in his eyes. He winked at Lance and said: “Merry ‘unbirthday’, then…”

Lance had some problems finding his voice. He moved closer to Kareem, feasting his eyes on the muscled hairy body, his alluring tanned skin and his mouthwatering flaccid cock, and a sudden pressure in his crotch revealed his irrepressible erection. “Kareem… you… It’s not fair, man. Teasing me like this is… cruel.”

Kareem looked straight at Lance and said warmly: “I could never be cruel to you, you mean too much to me, buddy. I’m really trying to… make you live your dream. When I saw you getting off on my dirty underwear I felt… bad, I wanted with all my heart to give you what you craved for, but I couldn’t. I still can’t give you all you dream of, but… well… let’s say that my recent experiences have softened some of the sharpest sides of my approach to man-sex. I’m sorry that there is no fancy wrap around your gift, but maybe you could start ‘unwrapping’ yourself…”

Lance got naked in record time, making his clothes literally fly across the room. He cautiously climbed the bed, still finding hard to believe that Kareem, the straightest guy he’d ever met, imbued moreover with a fiercely homophobic education, was offering himself to him in such a languid and enticing way. He straddled Kareem’s hips and slowly lay his hands on him massive hairy torso, almost afraid to scare him.

“You… you’re definitely making my dream come true…” – Lance whispered, brushing his hands on the bulging pecs and daring to softly caress the meaty nipples – “But I don’t want to scare you or do something that would break this magic moment. May I… touch your torso, your nipples, your arms?”

“You’re welcome…” – Kareem replied with a playful glare in his eyes. Lance’s hands dug into the thick felt that covered Kareem’s chest, slid down following the deep crease between the abs and then moved up again, sensually pinching and massaging the stiff nipples. Kareem stifled a gasp: “I… I’m very sensitive, there…”, and Lance breathed with a seductive grin: “I hoped you were…”, and intensified the massage on the titties, making Kareem inhale sharply and close his eyes for the sudden rush of pleasure.

“You’re so handsome” – Lance murmured, watching Kareem squirm under him – “Your eyes, your mouth, everything of you is incredibly beautiful. May I… kiss you?”

“On the lips” – Kareem replied, a bit tense. He didn’t feel ready for a deep kiss, tongue and all; but his fears were immediately dispelled by the sweetness and the utmost respect of Lance’s kiss. Lance slowly brushed his lips on Kareem’s, savoring every moment like it was a treasure, inhaled Kareem’s scent and then moved to the cheek, giving delicate pecks to the thick stubble, the temple, the forehead, the nose.

Lance, leaning over Kareem to kiss his face, pressed his upper body on Kareem’s chest, and their crotches touched. There couldn’t be any mistake: Kareem was hard, rock-hard. Cautiously, Lance spread his knees a bit more, and his manhood pressed harder on Kareem’s. Lance was afraid to ask, but looked straight at Kareem and murmured: “Are you going to… fuck me?”

Kareem took Lance’s face into his hands and replied: “I wish I could, believe me. I… I just can’t. But don’t despair” – he added with a mischievous grin – “I will fuck you… though not the way you may have in mind.”

“What you mean you’re… FUCK!” – Lance gasped, when he felt a slick, engorged cock head poking at his splayed man-hole – “What…? Who…?”, he gasped, and tried to turn his head, but Kareem held his face still: “It’s not I who’s about to fuck you, but that cock that soon will fill you can be mine, if you want it to be… This is your dream Lance, so… dream!”

Lance felt on fire. He didn’t expect that incredible twist in an already unbelievable night, and suddenly he didn’t want anymore to know who was the stranger who was about to shove his cock up his ass: for Lance, that was Kareem’s cock, the cock he’d dreamed about since they first met. “Fuck me, Kareem…” – he uttered, keeping his gaze locked to his roommate’s – “Push that wondrous cock of yours all the way inside me…”

The fat well-lubed glans pushed a bit harder on Lance’s back door, that smoothly opened to welcome the stiff intruder. Inch after inch, the virile member invaded Lance’s depths, while he uttered ragged gasps, boring his eyes into Kareem’s. A final gentle thrust, and the stranger’s pubes pressed against Lance’s bubble butt. Lance inhaled sharply, forced his eyes to stay open despite the pleasure, and said to Kareem in the most sensual way: “Thank you…”

Kareem’s cock, pressed between their crotches, jolted and twitched, prey of the intense sensual vibes that were enveloping the three of them. Lance took Kareem’s stubbled face into his hands and said: “Now fuck me hard, Kareem… Give me it all, and then some! Aaahh!! YES! Fuck YES!!”

Hearing Lance’s words, the stranger had immediately complied, and his first gentle thrust was now giving way to a powerful pounding; at every thrust, the man’s groin smashed on Lance’s ass, making him jolt forward. Lance’s crotch started shifting over Kareem’s rhythmically, back and forth, and Kareem moaned loud, tilting his hips to increase the pressure. And while doing it, he realized that he was increasing the pressure on Lance’s cock, too, giving him an additional, excruciating pleasure, and this made him feel exhilarated.

“Oh, fuck, your cock is driving me insane…!” – Lance almost screamed, feeling the massive rod crashing over and over on his sensitive joy nut – “Don’t stop, Kareem…! This is a dream… a wet dream… Take me, make me yours, Kareem, aaahh…yes!!!”

The stranger seemed to have an endless reserve of stamina, and went pumping his tool back and forth in Lance’s fiery hole for a long time, with rabid, frantic thrusts that were making Lance delirious. The intense brushing of Lance’s and Kareem’s groins on their sandwiched cocks were quickly bringing Lance to the no-return point. “Fuck… nnngghh… You’re wrecking me in the most delicious way…! Ooohh!! Yes… yes…! I’m gonna cum… Awwww…. FFFUUCCKK!!”

Lance’s body shook hard, his trapped cock throbbed hard against Kareem’s and started pulsating madly, flooding their crotches with gallons of slick cream. Lance, in the throes of his pleasure, looked deeply into Kareem’s eyes and said with coarse voice: “Cum, Kareem…! Cum with me…! Fill me with your seed… Breed me with your essence!”

Kareem felt his head spin, his initial plan was to just offer his body to Lance’s touch, and let him share his pleasure with another man; but he got caught in his own web, and his cock, made slick with Lance’s sperm, was throbbing madly, desperately seeking for the final, liberating explosion. “Please… cum…” – Lance pleaded, and that sincere, respectful plea was all Kareem needed to fall into the abyss. He stiffened, arched his body and grunted loud, shooting a huge pent-up load of man juice that mixed with Lance’s.

“GGGHH!!!” – the stranger uttered, unable to hold anymore his explosive orgasm. With a few more wrecking thrusts, he shoved his cock all the way into Lance and stood still, while shot after powerful shot he flooded Lance’s depths.

The silence that ensued was broken by Lance’s contented sigh: “Thank you, Kareem, I can’t thank you enough. Tonight you gave me something that I thought I would’ve never got. You really made me live my dream. And thank you, too, Adam!” – he added in a louder voice, without turning around. “How did you know it was me??” – Adam gasped, surprised; Lance looked at him with a loving smile and replied: “I would recognize your cock among a thousand…”

Adam chuckled, and Kareem followed suit, and Lance gasped: “No, wait, I don’t mean I know a thousand cocks! Fuck you, guys! Ha ha ha!”

They all burst in a hearty laughter, and then Lance gave a long, deep kiss to Adam… and took Kareem by surprise, pressing his lips on Kareem’s, too, holding his face in his hands.

“Shower together? All the three of us?” – Lance then suggested, with a playful tone, and more peals of laughter echoed in the room.

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In the next chapter: Lance and Kareem read the shocking document found in O’Rourke’s hiding place and ask for help to Alastair, on the 4th floor. O’Rourke finds out from the A.I. that Kareem had a sexual contact with Lance, but didn’t want to fuck him, and sets up another evil ‘lesson’.