C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 25: ‘TIER 3’ ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

After getting some ‘moral support’ from Kareem, Lance honors his promise to Captain O’Rourke to serve as a ‘Tier 3’ boy at the Rowdy Hole, but things don’t go as planned, causing O’Rourke’s wrath. The pressure of events forces Lance to take extreme measures.

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~ Dark thoughts ~

The minutes silently ticked on the digital clock and slowly turned into hours. But Lance didn’t give even a fleeting glance to the display, lost as he was in his dark thoughts. In two hours or so, he was bound to be at O’Rourke’s office, to be brought to the Rowdy Hole. And when there…

Lance turned his head sideways, trying to avert his gaze from a scene that existed only in his memory, but was way too real for him. A sixteen-year-old boy, just arrived at the Cube, tied by the cops to the ‘Tier 3’ glory hole of the infamous club, with his legs up and apart and his ass helplessly exposed. His torso and his arms, hidden from the patrons’ view by a wooden divider, were secured to a padded bench, making him impossible to escape the lurid, violent abuse he was going to suffer.

And then came the first customer, Lance couldn’t see him, but he had a cock as thick as a can of beer, and when the man brutally penetrated him, Lance’s world became a horrible cacophony of pain, disgust, shame and fear. He quickly lost count of the cocks and the sex toys that were shoved into his hurting ass: a ‘Tier 3’ boy can be abused at will, even an entire night, if the patrons so desire.

That’s what was awaiting Lance in less than a couple hours. Being again at the Rowdy Hole, tied again to the stinky bench, having again his intimacy violated in the most bestial way. And yet, Lance couldn’t blame the men of the Cube who, five years earlier, abused him until he lost consciousness, as those men didn’t even know that the boy was not there on his own free will, and couldn’t even hear his cries of pain. The forced service as a ‘Tier 3’ guy was a creation of O’Rourke’s wicked and evil mind.

Lance grunted in the silent living room, hating O’Rourke with every fiber of his being, but not for a single minute he thought of breaking his promise to show up at the Captain’s office to take his punishment. After all, Lance remembered, he’d decided to trade himself for Kareem, who was being forced by the Captain’s electronic device to live the devastating experience of feeling fucked into a vagina he didn’t even have.

No, Lance did not regret anything: he would’ve traded himself for Kareem a million times, if needed. How relieved was Kareem when he came back home! How warm and strong was his hug, how loving was his passionate kiss! These things alone were worth the sacrifice Lance was about to do.

«But Kareem must not know what I’m going to do!» – Lance silently reminded to himself, sitting on the couch immersed in the evening twilight – «He would stop me, or would take my place, and I can’t let him… No, I will fake a relaxed expression, I will pretend everything’s fine--»

“Lance…!” – Kareem exclaimed entering the living room immersed in the twilight and spotting the tense expression that Lance couldn’t wipe from his face quickly enough – “What’s wrong, buddy?”

Lance almost screamed for the surprise. He didn’t realize that it was 6:30PM already, and Kareem had ended his work shift. “No… Nothing. I’m fine, don’t worry” – he lied, but Kareem didn’t buy it, and sat on the couch next to him, silently grabbing his hand.

“I… I’m going to spend the night out, Kareem, I want you to know.”

“We already discussed this, Lance, you don’t have to ask for my permission, I’m OK with it. Is this the reason why you are so tense? I feel there’s something more…”

Lance raised his gaze to Kareem’s eyes and asked, or better pleaded: “Make love to me, Kareem. Now. Make me feel how much you love me, take me with tenderness, give me your essence… I know how much it costs you forcing yourself to make love to a man, and I’m asking it out of the blue, but I need you, Kareem… Please…”

“Making love to you is always wonderful, you don’t have to beg me… But why--»

“Shh… No questions… Just love me. Will you do it for me?”

 

~ Need for love ~

Kareem didn’t really understand what was on Lance’s mind, but one thing was clear as day: Lance needed him, and Kareem was ready to give him as much sweet love as needed, and more. Without adding a single word, Kareem smiled and gave to Lance a kiss, a long loving kiss, that went on until he felt Lance relaxing a bit into his arms.

“I didn’t even have time to shower…” – Kareem murmured when they parted – “Do you really want this rough manual worker covered in sweat and dirt make love to you?”

“Is there anything sexier?” – Lance replied with shining eyes, and a wide smile lit up his face when Kareem’s strong arms lifted him off the couch and brought him to the bedroom. It took them less than a minute to get naked, and then they lay on the bed, Lance on his back and Kareem on his belly, between Lance’s legs.

Kareem was already hard, mostly due to the wicked daily medication he had to take; he rose on his knees and spat twice on his hand to wet his cock, but Lance kindly stopped him: “Please, use the lube… Plenty of lube. I’m very tense, I need you to make me relax, use your fingers.”

“You… You never asked me to do that” – Kareem replied, puzzled, while taking the lube. He put a fair amount on his middle finger and smeared the slick gel all around the wrinkled skin, to then push his finger into Lance’s hole.

“You’re so tight tonight…” – Kareem murmured, a bit worried – “I’m not hurting you, uh?”

“You’re wonderful” – Lance replied, smiling – “Go on… mmmhh… yes this way… use some more lube… oooohhh… Now add a second finger… slowly… yesss…”

Kareem wasn’t really an expert in fingering a man’s hole, but Lance’s hints spurred him to go on, and to do his best to ease Lance’s tension. After a while he reckoned that he needed to add a third finger, so he added more lube and took great care in spreading it well on Lance’s inner walls, as deep as he could.

“I think you’re ready” – Kareem tentatively said at some point, and Lance nodded: “Yes, but please, put some more lube on your cock, will you?”

“I can use up the entire tube, if want me to” – Kareem smiled, squeezing a large glob of gel on his cock and spreading it thoroughly on the entire shaft. “You said you needed to be loved…” – Kareem said placing his engorged glans against Lance’s relaxed hole – “…so be ready to be submerged by my love…”

Kareem pushed his cock inside ever so slowly, surprised to feel some residual tension after such a long fingering; Lance closed his eyes, doing his best to forget what awaited him at the Rowdy Hole and focusing on Kareem and his wonderful member, that was invading his depths with utmost kindness.

Inch after inch, Kareem’s rod sneaked into Lance’s slick hole giving to both of them an exquisite feeling of complete connection, a total intimacy that filled their heart and made their eyes shine. When Kareem felt Lance’s ass cheeks pressing against his groin, he shot a loving smile and murmured: “And now I’m going to fuck those bad thoughts of yours, whatever they are, out of your mind…”

And he did. Kareem might not have been an experienced ass-fucker, but when a deep love drives a man’s loins, the result is invariably a touching and exquisite experience. For almost forty minutes Kareem’s cock moved with confidence back and forth into Lance’s chute, until Lance started relaxing, his tense expression gave way to a delighted smile, and his stiff body melted under Kareem’s loving pounding.

Kareem’s breath was becoming labored, and Lance knew that he’d reached the boiling point: “Fill me with your essence, Kareem… Shoot it so deep in me that it will be forever part of me…”

“NNNGGHH…!” – Kareem grunted, won by Lance’s enticing and intense words, and shot rope after thick rope of semen deep into Lance’s fundaments. He then lowered himself on Lance and their lips locked in a churning, loving kiss.

Kareem rolled on his side and asked: “Are you going to tell me what’s happening to you?”

“Yes. But not now.” – Lance replied, reluctantly getting off the bed – “I’ll never forget what you gave to me this evening, my sweet Kareem… but I have to go, now.”

“Without even showering?”

“No questions, remember?” – Lance replied, with a half-smile on his face, while quickly getting dressed – “See you tomorrow”.

And off he was.

 

~ The ‘Rowdy Hole’ ~

Ten minutes after 8PM, Lance marched into the Rowdy Hole, escorted by O’Rourke himself and his two favorite cops, Reeves and Wilde. A whiff of stale sperm and sweat, a smell that was etched in his mind, made Lance grimace with disgust.

The place was still empty, as the opening hour was around 8:30. There were several large glory holes carved in the wooden walls and they were all empty, but O’Rourke pointed his chin to the last one, bearing a ‘Tier 3’ wooden sign over it: “That one” – he barked to the cops – “Tie him tight, ankles, wrists and torso. And find something to shove into his mouth: I don’t want his screams to disturb the patrons.”

The cops efficiently obeyed the orders, and Lance didn’t put up any resistance while their rough hands ripped off his clothes and then tightened the leather restraints, locking his legs up and apart. He only moved his head away to stop Reeves from shoving into his mouth his own ripped underwear: “There’s a ball gag hanging over there” – Lance said, resigned, pointing his gaze to the sex toy.

The last time he’d been there, tied in a similar way, he found a little comfort in the sympathy shown by Officer Dougal McLaughlin, Sean’s late father; but this time the last thing he saw was Reeve’s and Wilde’s evil smirk, while closing the door of the stall behind them.

After about fifteen minutes, Lance heard the doors of the club opening, and a noisy group of men coming in. Judging by their coarse laughter, they must’ve already downed more than a few beers. “Nice! There’s a Tier 3!” – one exclaimed, and another bellowed: “Step aside, I’ll be the first to break him in!”  “Yeah, and then we’ll have to pick up your bloody pieces, after Rex has beaten you to pulp! You know that Rex is always the first to break in the Tier 3’s!”

“Who did set this stupid rule?” – the first man shouted – “I don’t even know who the fuck is this Rex!”

“That would be me…!” – a deep voice boomed from the door, and everyone turned to look at the tall bear coming in. He was massive, hairy, with a large beer gut that was barely matched by two bulging muscular pecs. While walking, he unzipped his pants and fished out a hard veiny cock, not overly long, but as thick as a can of beer.

“Oh… ehm… I didn’t know…” – the first man stuttered, stepping aside to give way to Rex.

“HA HA HA!!!” – Rex’s mocking laughter boomed in the room, and Lance started sweating cold, because he knew well that coarse laughter: Rex was the same man who, five years earlier, had the ‘privilege’ to break him in. Apparently, it was customary at the Rowdy Hole to give to that Rex a sort of ‘Jus Primae Noctis’…

Lance felt the man came closer, felt his rough hands over his thighs and gritted his teeth. He mentally thanked with all his heart the unsuspecting Kareem, whose tender love-making left Lance’s hole well lubed and loosened.

Nevertheless, when Rex, with a single tremendous thrust shoved his deadly weapon into his hole, Lance screamed out of his lungs into the ball gag. Rex’s cock was too thick, too stiff and too brutal to be taken gracefully, not even by an experienced hooker like Lance.

The massive man didn’t give to Lance a single moment to catch his breath, and started pounding his ass like a piledriver, heavily slamming his wide hips over Lance’s buttocks over and over. Rex couldn’t hear Lance’s muffled cries, but Lance could clearly hear Rex getting pissed off, while his fuck became even more brutal: “Who the fuck has dared to fuck the boy before me??” – he bellowed – “His man-cunt is as slick and sloppy as an old whore’s!”

“No one touched him” – a man reassured Rex – “He must’ve lubed himself before coming here! After all, who would ever put himself up for a Tier 3 fuck without some preparation? People come here to be fucked, not to be torn apart by the trunk you have between your legs!”

“Ugh…! I can’t possibly get off into such a sloppy hole…!” – Rex roared, withdrawing his thick tool from Lance’s fiery hole – “I’m done with him. Have fun! But beware, y’all! Before the night ends, I’m going to split open one of your holes! I didn’t come here to jack off like a schoolboy!”

Totally unaware of what was going on at the Rowdy Hole, Kareem was sitting on his couch, trying hard to remind to himself that Lance had any right to spend the night out, with any man he wished to have fun with. Because, of course, this is what he was convinced that Lance was doing: having fun with someone. And yet, Lance’s tone and his tension didn’t fit the picture of a joyful night out with a man: why was he so gloomy and nervous?

And why, Kareem blamed himself, didn’t he said aloud those words, ‘Please don’t go’, that he dearly wanted to say to Lance when he was going away?

«Fuck! Fuck!» – Kareem thought angrily, taking his face into his own hands – «Why it’s so hard loving him as he deserves to?»

“Hey buddy…” – came a voice from the entrance, and Kareem smiled faintly, recognizing Sean McLaughlin. He was in his cop uniform, and for a moment Kareem was afraid that Sean had come to arrest him for some reason: “Sean, hey, come in…! You’re not here to take me away, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m here just to check on you, in case you needed… don’t know… some support, a friendly hug or something…”

“That would be nice” – Kareem replied, puzzled – “but why did you think I needed support?”

“For Lance, of course…! I thought that knowing him there, at the mercy of all those men…”

“What the fuck are you talking about??” – Kareem yelled, leaping on his feet – “Where is Lance? What are they doing to him?”

“He’s at the Rowdy Hole, didn’t he tell you?” – McLaughlin replied, surprised – “O’Rourke in person brought him there, with Reeves and Wilde. I really don’t know why Lance did it, he just showed up at the Police station and said to O’Rourke ‘I’m ready’, as if they had a prior agreement or something…”

“Oh my God… My God, I have to save him!” – Kareem exclaimed, immediately guessing the reason behind Lance’s sacrifice, and ran toward the main door, but Sean blocked him: “You can’t go there! O’Rourke would be furious!”

“I don’t give a fuck! O’Rourke can even butcher me alive, but I’m going to take Lance out of that horrible place, no matter what! And you can either let me go… or come with me.”

There was an intense exchange of glances between Sean and Kareem, and then Sean said with firm voice: “Let’s go.”

They both ran to the elevators, climbed to the 2nd floor, and then headed to the seedy south-eastern corner of the floor, known by anyone as “The Barren”, because it was indeed an almost barren plot of synthetic land where no one wanted to live and only the most infamous and dangerous clubs and bars were located. While running, McLaughlin instinctively checked his taser: that was not an area where it was safe to stay at night.

 

~ Mutiny ~

They barged into the crowded club, that was packed with noisy men laughing and exchanging lurid jokes, waiting for their turn to enjoy the new ‘Tier 3’ boy. Kareem barely noticed the many faces turning at him, he only saw Lance’s legs tied to the shackles bolted to the wooden divider, in a humiliating position of obscene offer, and ran to him.

“Hey man! What the fuck??” – some men yelled at him – “Wait for your turn! The boy is not done servicing us, yet!”

“The ‘boy’ is Lance, for God’s sake!!” – Kareem yelled, frantically trying to undo the restraints tying Lance’s legs”.

“Whatever his name, the boy knew well what he was up for, when he offered himself as a Tier 3! Now get the fuck out and let me have fun with… what was it again, Lance?”

“What? Is he Lance??” – came a voice from their back, and Kareem turned around, immediately recognizing Perry, his boss, who was aghast: “He can’t possibly be Lance, he would never offer himself as a ‘Tier 3’ boy! Not after… you know, what he had to endure five years ago!”

“He didn’t come here on his free will! O’Rourke forced him!” – Kareem exclaimed, finally managing to set free one leg. The man who was first in line protested again: “I don’t give a fuck who the boy is and why he’s here!”

Perry stepped in and said with an eager tone: “He’s the sweetest and most wonderful guy of the Cube, and no one will touch him, from now on. Come on! You must know him! He’s the handsome young guy who lives down Delta Avenue!”

“Wait… that Lance?” – another man said, surprised, and the man next to him exclaimed: “And has he been forced to service us by O’Rourke??”

Quickly, Lance’s name bounced from mouth to mouth, and almost all the men in the room looked at the abused guy with sorry eyes, including those who still hadn’t touched him, but had fantasized about fucking him wildly. Kareem was moved to see how popular and loved Lance was, and calmed down a bit, and focused on untying Lance’s other leg. But he didn’t have time to do it.

“What the fuck is going on here??” – O’Rourke’s harsh voice barked from the door – “Why aren’t you fucking the crap out of the boy, you faggots? You, with the pants down! Go and shove your cock into the boy’s hole! Now!”

The man addressed by O’Rourke stared at him with angry eyes and silently shook his head, immediately followed by another one, and another. “No one here is going to lay a finger on the boy” – Perry Yukon said aloud – “and you should be ashamed of yourself, Captain! No one should be ever forced to serve as a Tier 3 boy!”

“What?? What is this, a mutiny? Don’t make me remind you who you’re talking to!!” – O’Rourke yelled – “If no one of you filthy faggots are going to enjoy the boy’s hole, I’ll do it myself! And if any of you tries and stop me, I’ll tie him to the throne at full speed for the entire night!”

The Captain rolled up his sleeve and started greasing his fist and his entire forearm, with obvious intentions. The silence in the room was complete, while all the men tried in vain to find the strength to stop the dreaded Captain, but cowardly giving up. O’Rourke shot an arrogant smirk to the men watching him and pointed his greased fist to Lance’s abused hole.

“You better don’t. Sir.” – Sean McLaughlin said aloud, placing a hand over the Captain’s shoulder – “This guy is not guilty of any crime, and he’s been unjustly punished too much already. We’re here to protect the inmates, for fuck’s sake, not to abuse them!”

“You are digging your own grave, McLaughlin…” – O’Rourke threatened him, turning around with a deadly glare in his eyes; but much to the Captain’s surprise, many of the men in the room stepped forward to take Sean’s side. Officers Wilde and Reeves, who so far had stayed out of the way, immediately barged in, holding their tasers, to give support to their Captain, but O’Rourke immediately realized that the situation was becoming dangerous for them.

“Fine.” – O’Rourke huffed with restrained anger, picking up someone’s t-shirt from the floor and cleaning up his arm – “The boy is free to go. But you, Mr. Bashir” – he added, pointing his finger against Kareem – “and you, Mr. Yukon, and even you, Officer McLaughlin, are under arrest. I hope you are smart enough to come with us without resistance.”

Some of the men protested loudly, but Perry shushed them: “We’re coming with you, Captain, and no one” – he said aloud, looking around, especially at Rex – “will do anything stupid.”

The group marched away, but before they reached the door, O’Rourke turned around and said aloud: “Oh, almost forgetting… Effective immediately, and until further notice, all the venues and the premises of the second floor are shut down! So grab your sissy clothes and go home!”

There were loud and vehement protests, but O’Rourke ignored them, turned around with an odious sneer and went away amongst the loud cries. A couple men went to Lance’s stall and quickly untied him; Lance could barely stand on his feet, but he’d heard everything, and he feared what O’Rourke could do to his friends. Kareem, Perry and Sean had been so heroic! And now they were going to pay hard for that.

Lance picked up with a disconsolate glance his jeans and his shirt, that had a large rip on the back and had only one button left; he left what remained of his underwear on the floor. While getting dressed, Lance’s mind was in turmoil. There was no time to be careful, no time to plan each step: something had to be done, and to be done quickly. Lance took his phone, connected to his home computer and got the secret code to the 5th floor. Triple-A was going to have a surprise visit from an unannounced guest…

Stepping out of the elevator at the 5th floor, a few minutes later, Lance barely gave a glance to the beautiful surroundings and immediately headed to block Alpha-1. There were no doors at the Cube, and the 5th floor was no exception, so he just went in, without even ringing.

“Who the fuck are you?” – Aldritch A. Archer yelled when Lance barged into his luxurious living room. Lance was a sorry sight, with his ripped shirt and his disheveled hair; and after the harsh treatment received, he was as pale as a ghost and was feeling his legs shaking, but he soldiered on: “No time for chit-chat, Mr. Archer. You need a computer to access the A.I., and I have that computer. Please come with me immediately, I’ll fill you in with the details while going there.”

After a brief ride on the elevator, Lance and Archer stepped into the underground secret room where the old computer was. “I’m taking a big risk showing you this place” – Lance said with a faint voice – “but there’s no time to waste. Do you think you can connect to the A.I. using this old computer?”

Archer sat at the dusty desk and turned on the computer; when the operating system came alive he uttered an almost inaudible ‘What the fuck…’ and immediately started typing on the old keyboard. “I can do it” – he commented after a short while – “but first I have to find the IPv4 address of the local A.I. node. I have to scan the entire local network, it will take fifteen minutes or so. I advise you to sit down somewhere, because you look like you’re about to faint, and I’m not going to play the Red Cross nurse.”

Lance was too wasted to even get angry at such arrogant attitude. He painfully sat on the floor and rested his back on the cold wall; now everything was into Triple-A’s hands. Every single part of his body hurt and he felt like he’d been run over a truck. He’d used up his last ounces of energy to bring Triple-A there, and now that the tension was subsiding, he felt his head spin and realized he was about to lose consciousness.

But he wasn’t given the luxury to faint, because out of the blue the elevator door opened up and a stern voice echoed in the underground room, startling both Lance and Archer.

“Whatever you’re doing, stop immediately!”

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In the next chapter: Lance and ‘Triple-A’ Archer gain an ally in their quest to stop evil Captain O’Rourke and make him fall. Lance pays a ‘conjugal visit’ to Kareem, only to find out that his three friends are held captive in terrible and humiliating conditions.