C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 21: THE STUD STABLE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Lance, brings a reluctant Kareem to the Stud Stable, the infamous strip club on the 2nd floor. There, in surprising circumstances, they meet Mateo (Kareem’s young co-worker) and Perry Yukon (their boss). But the biggest surprise comes for Kareem after the end of the show.

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~ What now? ~

Lance opened his eyes and smiled at Kareem, who was looking back at him with loving eyes, but a tense expression. Memories of the intense night of love they spent in that very bed resurfaced on Lance’s mind and made his body quiver with pleasure. But the half-smile on Kareem’s face worried him a bit…

“Say it again… if you still feel it” – Lance said cautiously, and his heart set again in motion only when Kareem’s smile widened: “I love you, Lance. No doubts, no regrets.”

“But you’re not happy. Not completely, anyway…”

“I just don’t know what you expect from me” – Kareem replied – “and the last thing I want is to hurt you. I mean… I’m still the same man I was yesterday, I didn’t ‘turn gay’ overnight. Acknowledging and then accepting that I’m in love with a man was probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life. And now I wonder: what now? I love you, you’re the only man I’ve ever loved, and yet… I cannot see us as a couple, not a traditional one, anyway.”

“You mean you want to feel free to… see someone else, too?” – Lance asked tentatively.

“Not me. You. Doc told me you stopped seeing other men, out of respect for me; but I don’t want you to give up on other men because of me.”

Lance rose on his elbow and looked at Kareem in disbelief: “Are you throwing me into some other men’s arms?”

“Stop there, Lance. One of the only positive sides of being in love with a man is that… you’re not a woman. We men don’t turn a kind thought into a nasty insult.”

Lance instantly softened and reclined again on the mattress, wearing a timid smile: “You’re right, we’re not like that. But I’m not sure to understand…”

“I’m not compelling you to make love with other men,” – Kareem explained – “I want you to do what you feel, what you really feel. You often called yourself a hooker, but you’re not a hooker, you bring a gust of fresh air and a sparkle of joy into people’s lives. That’s what Doc said. And you get the same joy: I’ve seen you with Adam. And if you get… monetary gifts from a few dear friends, it doesn’t lessen in any way the beauty of what you do.”

“And… wouldn’t you feel jealous or something?”

“Lance, I want to be brutally honest: I’m not a gay man, I’m not ready to… give you all you need from your man. Making love to you was beautiful, sublime, even; but I know myself, it costs me a lot to make love to a man, and… I’m also not ready to give up on women. I know, there are no women here, and probably I won’t see again a woman for the rest of my life, but Sean promised to do again what we did once, linking our bio-chips to let me have again a taste of womanly love, and… I can’t deny it, I crave it, I need it. Does it… well… sound horrible as it sounds to me?”

“It’s very sweet, actually” – Lance smiled, placing a hand on Kareem’s chest – “and even sexy. I mean, I know well you’re a straight stud, and it only adds to your appeal. I’d never want you to give up on women. And also, what you said about what I do was touching. Since I quit, I didn’t really miss my… friends. Except Adam. I don’t love him, mind you, and he doesn’t love me; but yes, I think we bring a sparkle of joy into each other’s life, as Doc said. So, wouldn’t you be annoyed if I start again seeing him? Or someone else?”

“Adam and I are quite… intimate by now” – Kareem laughed – “Don’t you remember what happened between the three of us on this very bed? No, I won’t be annoyed to see Adam around. As for your other friends, I only ask you to be… as reserved as you’ve been so far.”

“No more ‘where have you spent the night’?”

“Geez, don’t remind me. I feel so ashamed. I acted like a hysterical wife. Can you forgive me?”

Lance giggled: “Well, there’s a penance to pay, if I remember correctly”.

“Oh… right… What do you have in mind? Caning my bare ass? Making me kneel down on dried chickpeas?”

“No, nothing gory, it’s not in my style” – Lance mused – “I was rather thinking of a night out with me.”

“And should it be a penance? I’d love it!”

“Wait to exult… Tonight there’s a special event at the Stud Stable, the most infamous night club on the 2nd floor. Knowing you, it’s not a place you’ll feel comfortable in, but you won’t complain, you’ll come with me and spend the evening there watching gorgeous muscular guys pole-dancing and hopefully stripping. They say there’s a new addition to the Stable, a young buck, and I’m impatient to see him in action. And tonight there’s the Auction of the Studs, too! Anyone can jump on the stage and sell himself to the highest bidder, isn’t it exciting?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait” – Kareem replied sullenly, and soon gasped: “Wait, you… you won’t auction me, will you?”

“Ha ha ha! No, Kareem, tonight you’ll be mine, and mine only: I’m not going to share you with anyone!”

 

~ Studs on parade ~

 

That evening, the Stud Stable was packed with people. When Lance and Kareem arrived, there was a muscular dancer on stage, wearing only black boots and a rather short silky skirt that frequently let people get enticing glimpses at the massive endowment and the steel buttocks of the guy. Kareem, at first, felt uneasy, looking at the barely clothed dancer and hearing the rowdy cheers of the audience; but then he tried to keep his mind open, and let himself admire the incredible muscles of the dancer and his ability to climb the poles and dance around them, making his muscle-demanding moves look so easy to perform.

Lance looked around and happily waved to many people, and again Kareem repressed a smirk of discomfort, thinking that all those men, probably, were Lance’s clients. But soon he remembered that, according to Doc Stevens, Lance had always been extremely selective, and Kareem stifled a grin of shame, thinking that he was acting again like a hysterical wife.

Kareem’s tangled thoughts were interrupted by a voice off-stage announcing: “Gentlemen, meet Colt, the new addition to the Stable! A young buck with the body of a mighty stallion! Let’s hear it for Coooolt!!”

The music got louder, the side curtain opened and both Kareem and Lance opened wide their eyes looking at who was entering the stage: he was Mateo, the young worker at Perry Yukon’s firm, the guy who once pretended to be a plumber to deliver a document to Lance.

“He did it, in the end…” – Lance said under his breath, remembering how he suggested to Mateo to earn good money using his gorgeous body. On stage, Mateo did his best, he clearly had trained hard with the poles and the enticing moves; his routine maybe wasn’t as polished as the previous dancer, but it only added to his number a hint of naivety that set the audience on fire.

Kareem couldn’t take his eyes off of Mateo; they worked together, Kareem had seen many times Mateo working shirtless, flexing his muscles, and he even saw him naked in the locker room, but now, on stage, wearing only skimpy jeans shorts and a fake tool belt, he exuded a manliness and a confidence that deeply hit Kareem. Lance, next to him, was practically drooling, looking at the show with shining ecstatic eyes.

The routine ended, the music stopped and the audience exploded in a thunderous ovation. Mateo smiled wide, looking around, and his smile faded a bit when he spotted Lance and Kareem. He quickly climbed down the stage and went to them, wearing an embarrassed expression: “Lance, Kareem…” – he said cautiously – “I… I want you to know that I just dance. I don’t let the patrons touch me or… anything else.”

Lance laughed warmly: “Are you seriously worried that I, a hooker, may think ill of you because you dance on a stage? Come on! Nice routine, by the way! And… er… nice body!”

“Thanks Lance! I was a bit worried about Kareem, actually, because… you know…”

“Please, say no more, Mateo” – Kareem interjected with a smile – “If you’re happy with this job, I’m happy for you. I know that sometimes I’m a bit stiff about sex and sensuality, but I’m trying to adapt to the situation. And I think I’m doing a good job!” – he added cinching Lance’s waist with an arm and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Mateo’s tense expression distended in a warm smile: “So I see! You’re a lucky guy, Kareem. Lance is… special.”

“Gentlemen!” – roared the off-stage voice through the loudspeaker – “Tonight is auction night! Keep your phones at hand and bid as high as you can to win this first-prize stallion in search of a mare to breed!”

Lance, Kareem and Mateo gasped loud looking at the stage, where Perry Yukon was standing in a confident stance, shirtless, wearing only a thin drape around his waist. He looked around the hall with a confident grin, and then let the drape fall to the floor, revealing his hefty veiny cock. The phone he had in one hand immediately started blipping, flooded by the bids coming from the audience. And some of the bids came from Mateo: he was frantically tapping on the phone, raising his offer as soon as someone else bid higher than him.

But soon he had to stop with a groan of disappointment: “Fuck… I can’t afford more than this… It sucks… Perry is such a stud, I’ve been dying to be fucked by him since he hired me…”

“You want to be fucked?” – Kareem exclaimed, surprised – “I thought that you preferred… er… a more ‘active’ role! Wait! But then, when you came to our home to ‘fix the shower’ and Lance gave you a reward… did he make love to you? I thought that Lance…”

Lance laughed out loud and said: “You’re too cute to get angry with you, Kareem, but take some advice: when it comes to man-sex, never assume the people’s roles; thanks goodness, men are well equipped to both give and get, so why sticking to one side only? Mateo, here, is a first-class stud, I know first-hand, but when you’re in front of an icon of virility like Perry Yukon, you feel the irrepressible need to offer him what you have most precious, believe me!”

“Say…” – Kareem began, a bit uneasy – “Sorry to ask, but I’m trying to understand how it works… Why do you see Perry so sexy? Yes, he’s hairy and muscular, but he’s in his sixties, he’s not precisely in his prime…”

“It’s hard to say what makes click something inside you, when it comes to physical attraction, but it’s not just his body… Yes, it helps, but look at him, look at his confidence: his eyes dart around saying ‘I’ll make you delirious with pleasure’. He knows he can. He may be in his silvery years, but this makes him an experienced lover: I don’t know him in this regard, but I bet he can really make a guy delirious with pleasure.”

“I’m sure he can…” – Mateo murmured with a dreaming tone and Lance, after a moment, flashed an urchin grin, took his phone and placed a bid. After few moments, the host counted loud “And one… And two… And three! The stallion is awarded to Mr. Lance Maynar!”

“You won!” – Mateo exclaimed – “Aww… You’re so lucky! Now go reclaiming your prize!”

“I’m not going. You are.” – Lance said quietly, smiling at Mateo – “I won him for you. No, don’t say a word. Now go on stage and get the fuck of your life! Wait… you know that the prize must be taken on stage, right?”

“On… stage?”

“You didn’t look so shameful few moments ago, while dancing” – Lance laughed – “You two will make the audience go crazy. Don’t be nervous, Perry knows his stuff: put yourself into his hands and let him… make you delirious with pleasure!”

~ Promise fulfilled ~

Mateo nervously climbed on the stage and Perry smiled, surprised: “I thought Lance was the lucky guy…”

“He bid for me…” – Mateo said, nervous, unsuccessfully trying to unbutton his shorts with trembling hands – “How… What… I mean…”

“Hey, hey, boy, come here…” – Perry said warmly, hugging Mateo from behind – “Leave everything to me… Are you sure you still want to do it? We don’t have to, if you changed your mind.”

“I… I dreamed of this moment since the first time I lay foot at your firm…” – confessed Mateo, making Perry chuckle: “And why have you waited so much to tell me? I wanted your beautiful bubble ass since the day I hired you, but you didn’t seem that kind of guy, I mean, look at you, I can recognize an alpha-stud when I see one…”

“I definitely like to be on top, yes, but you’re different, boss… Only… err… it’s been a long time since I allowed a man… you know…”

“I’ll be gentle, boy, trust me” – Perry said in a warm, comforting tone; still holding him from behind, Perry easily unbuttoned Mateo’s shorts and let them fall to the floor, leaving him naked in front of the audience. Loud cheers came from the patrons, but neither Mateo nor Perry heard them, enjoying the warmth of their naked bodies pressed against each other.

Perry made Mateo turn around to face him and smiled, looking at his tense expression: “Worried? I have the perfect antidote for that…”. He leaned to Mateo and their lips touched; at first it was a gentle kiss, but soon Perry’s imperious tongue claimed his dominion over Mateo’s mouth, and the guy felt his knees going weak.

When Perry recoiled, for a moment Mateo had to focus, trying to remember where he was; and moaned softly when Perry moved down, kissing his neck, then his pecs and his nipples, then his navel. The anxiety that moments ago made Mateo tremble was now replaced by the fire that Perry’s kisses were igniting in his body.

“B… Boss!” – Mateo suddenly gasped, when he felt the older man’s moustached mouth close around his now stiff cock – “You… You don’t need to do it, boss…”

“Well… wouldn’t it be a waste of eight good inches?” – Perry said aloud, rousing cheers and whistles of appreciation from the audience – “Now part your legs a bit…”

Mateo, still standing in front of Perry, parted his legs; Perry dipped his fingers in a small jar of lubricating gel placed on the floor and aimed them to Mateo’s secluded portal. While working with his mouth on the youngster’s rock-hard tool, Perry moved his fingers upwards, finding the tight rosebud and gently prying it open. “Oh… Oooohhh!!” – Mateo moaned, reclining his head back, almost surprised that Perry’s expert fingers were giving him nothing but a sheer pleasure.

“Boss… Boss, please stop!” – Mateo said alarmed at some point – “I can’t hold back, sir!”

“Hold it, boy!” – Perry said in a stern voice, withdrawing both his mouth and his hand; when he saw Mateo relaxing a bit, his tone softened: “We don’t want the audience to miss the main attraction, do we? Turn around, spread your legs wider and bend over. Support yourself on the dancing pole. Use both hands, boy: you will need them, believe me…”

Perry positioned himself behind Mateo, bent over as ordered, and placed his massive cock at Mateo’s entrance. He shot a brief confident sideway glance at the audience and then started pushing. The penetration was gentle, cautious, but unstoppable. Mateo felt his anal rings stretching around Perry’s substantial girth, and if there was a little pain, he almost didn’t notice, exhilarated as he was from the sensation of being filled, stuffed, owned by a total stud like Perry.

“Now hold on tight, boy…!” – Perry growled when he was fully inside – “You’re about to get what you paid for!”

Perry’s loins set in motion, his muscles twitched, his glutes stiffened, and his thick rod started moving in and out of Mateo’s slick ass, faster and faster; Mateo tightened his grip around the steel pole, to withstand the powerful, rhythmical slamming of Perry’s groin against his buttocks. “OooooOOOHHH!!!” – Mateo moaned loud, feeling delightfully wrecked by Perry’s incessant pounding – “Oh god, boss…!! Ah! Ah! YESSS!!!”

The audience went wild: “Give it to him, man!”, “Yeah, fuck the cum out of the boy!”, the men incited, amongst the cheers and the whistles. But Perry didn’t pay them any attention, as he was completely focused on Mateo: “All good, boy?” – he said in a low voice, not to be overheard by the patrons. Mateo felt a warmth spread inside him, realizing how deeply Perry cared for him, despite the show he was putting up for the audience.

“Yes, sir…” – Mateo replied, haltingly – “I’m more than good… You’re making me feel… Ooohh…! You’re making… Oh, fuck! FUUUUCCKK!!”

Mateo’s untouched cock, wildly swinging between his spread legs, started spraying his manly seed all over the stage and a raucous ovation exploded in the crowded hall: “Yeah, man!”, “Teach a lesson to the boy!”, “That’s how it’s done!”

Mateo held himself tight against the dancing pole, squirming and gasping, while every single inch of his body enjoyed the excruciating climax; but soon he started squirming with a bit of discomfort, as Perry wasn’t even slowing down. “Sorry, boy, I’m not done, yet…” – Perry panted – “and I’m afraid that I won’t be done anytime soon…”

“Keep fucking me, boss…!” – Mateo replied, gasping for the sheer sensations – “Fuck me until tomorrow, and you won’t hear me complain! Fuck YEAH!”

The audience admired Perry’s tireless sexual prowess; his furry skin was glistening with sweat, his breath was labored, but his hips didn’t miss a beat. Bam-bam-bam! Mateo’s toned buttocks shook and jiggled under Perry’s blows, and for a moment some of the patrons thought that it was a bit too much to take for the boy. But their fleeting worry was soon dispelled seeing the boy’s cock slowly rise again to a stiff erection.

Perry pulled Mateo from his shoulders, making him stand up and turn to the audience. “Time for the final fireworks, boy…” – he growled, pinching Mateo’s nipple with one hand and stroking hard his cock with the other. Mateo was keeping his eyes shut and moaned uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the raw masculinity of Perry, still pounding relentlessly his ass.

“Sir… Boss… I… I’m gonna… Aww… NNNGGHH!!”

Perry felt Mateo’s cock throb wildly into his hand, and a powerful shot of white cream rocketed out the piss slit and fell onto the audience, soon followed by another, and another. Mateo’s knees gave way and Perry held him tight, while giving him a few last, wrecking thrusts. He roared like a bear when he finally came buckets into Mateo’s loosened hole, and his loud moans were quickly overcome by the thunderous clapping of the audience.

At long last, Perry’s hips stopped, and his massive cock slipped out of Mateo’s fiery hole. He held tight Mateo with his arm a little more, until he was sure that the guy could stand on his feet: “Are you OK, boy? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Mateo turned around, smiling wide: “You’ve been wonderful, boss…”

“If so, next time just come to me. No need to bid or anything. Deal, boy?”

“Deal, boss” – Mateo replied with a wide smile, and headed to the backstage with Perry.

 

~ The Fifth Floor ~

Lance looked at Kareem and sighed: “What a show! Fuck, Perry is a first-class stud, and Mateo had the ride of his life!”

“Well… uhm… yes, I guess…” – Kareem replied, cautiously, pretending that he barely watched the show, but the obvious tension into his pants told another story. Lance was about to shoot a witty comment about that, but his phone buzzed and he watched the screen with surprise.

“Perry has just rejected my bid” – he murmured, and before he could add anything he received a text from the boss himself: «I can’t accept your money, Lance. It should be me the one to pay for such a glorious fuck!»

Reading the messages, both Lance and Kareem burst in laughter and then slowly followed the crowd heading to the exit. But when they got near the door, Lance gasped, looking at a handsome blond man standing next to it. “Bryniar!” – Lance exclaimed under his breath, recognizing the one-legged engineer living on the 4th floor… except that now he had both legs and was standing on his feet – “I’m so glad you decided to use the bio-tech prosthetic leg! You said you hated it…”

“It was before talking to you” – Bryniar replied, smiling – “I’m still a freak, but… no one knows!”

“You took a risk coming down to the 2nd floor! I hate it, but you know the rules, you should stay on the 4th floor!”

“I was dying to see the Stud Stable! The show was… unforgettable! And anyway, no one knows me, here…”

A deep, restrained voice came from behind them: “You shouldn’t stay here, Mr. Larssen…”

Both Bryniar and Lance turned around, and saw Dr. Bright, the doctor working at the hospital who was curing Alastair… and apparently cured Bryniar, too.

Lance instantly interjected: “Please Dr. Bright, don’t report him…! I’m begging you, life is already too hard for the people of the 4th floor!”

Dr. Bright flashed a friendly smile: “If it was for me, that stupid and inhuman rule about the 4th floor would be lifted immediately. But you, Mr. Larssen, should immediately go back upstairs. It’s too risky for you staying here. Come, I’ll walk you back home. If someone spots us, I will tell them that you’re with me.”

They exchanged one last conspiratorial glance, nodded to Lance and quickly went away. Kareem got closer to ask who those men were, but before he could speak, his phone buzzed for an incoming message from an unknown sender.

«Come ASAP, alone. Don’t make me wait. 5α1. Today’s code is 4533. Don’t ring.»

“The Fifth Floor??” – Lance gasped – “I’ve never been there. And apparently they change the code of the elevator every day: why such a strict security?”

“Don’t ask me” – Kareem replied – “But whoever he is, he can go fuck himself. ‘Don’t make me wait’? Who does he think he is?”

“I’d be pissed off, too, but… it comes from the 5th floor! It can’t be O’Rourke: he could just come here and arrest you, why should he ask you to go up to the 5th floor? I think you should go. Block Alpha-1, it must be a corner apartment…”

“I smell a trap, don’t know… But you’re right, it may be important. I’m going.”

They went to the elevators, and Lance compelled Kareem to use the last shaft, the only one with a full control panel, and instructed him on how to insert the code when asked. Kareem entered the elevator, pressed the 5th button and when the display asked for the code, he tapped the buttons to enter 4533. After a short run the doors opened up, giving to an astonished Kareem his first glimpse of the 5th Floor.

It was much smaller than the lower floors, the buildings were beautiful, with fancy small terraces, plants and flowers. It was night, and stylish lamps illuminated the wide streets, paved with expensive stone. Everything around talked about richness and class. Kareem looked up at the ceiling and uttered a choked gasp, realizing that he could actually see the moon and the stars, as the ceiling of the 5th floor was made of glass, not concrete like the lower floors.

Apparently, the 5th floor was reserved to few fortunate (or ‘less-unfortunate’, anyway) people who deserved a special treatment. Kareem resolutely started walking in search of block Alpha-1, only to realize that he was already there, as the apartments, on the 5th floor, were huge and took an entire block. He reached the thick curtain covering the wide entrance and didn’t ring, he just went in. He found himself in an ample living room with several sofas and armchairs, expensive carpets and a lit fireplace crackling on one side. A real fucking fireplace!

Kareem was astonished. He walked to the center of the ample room, and was startled by a commanding voice coming from a dark corner: “You must be Mr. Bashir. We meet at last…”

Kareem quickly turned around and opened his eyes wide, recognizing the man:

“Triple-A??”

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In the next chapter: Aldritch ‘Triple-A’ Archer, the former CEO of Neural Wonders, explains why he’s at the Cube, but he doesn’t get from Kareem the sympathy he hoped for. Quite the contrary. But then Kareem understands that the new powerful inmate can be a useful resource.