C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 29: UNDER ARREST ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem asks for help to Triple-A (the powerful former manager of the AI), but has to pay a price to get it. The day after, an official communication from Chief Bellwood in person causes havoc at the Police Station.

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~ Tit for tat ~

“Kareem!” – Aldritch ‘Triple-A’ Archer exclaimed, looking at the middle-eastern stud entering the lavish living room – “What a wonderful surprise, do come in!”

Aldritch luxuriated his eyes on Kareem, watching with apparent lust his hairy pecs and his muscular legs. As a matter of fact, Kareem, a bit anxious about paying a visit to the extremely rich former CEO of Neural Inc. and manager of the A.I., had changed into one of the fancy outfits he’d bought at Monsieur D’Antin’s atelier, the ‘Hurricane’, with a golden folded skirt and a single-button stretch shirt, that Kareem had left purposely open.

Kareem’s attempt to instantly win Aldritch’s attention was totally successful: “Fuck, you’re a sight, Kareem, you should work in the porn industry! What brings your sexy body and your manly features to the 5th Floor, at this late hour? I was about to go to bed but… uhm… if you want to join me…”

“I didn’t come here to have sex, and for sure not to have sex with you” – Kareem replied, a bit surly, unable to really forget that Aldritch was the reason he had been unjustly arrested and locked into the Cube – “I came to ask you a favor. It’s a very important matter.”

“Then I suggest you to keep a more conciliatory tone, if you want my help” – Aldritch curtly said, moving closer to Kareem and standing tall in front of him. He was wearing a long silk robe, generously open to show his trimmed hairless body and his substantial bulge encased in an expensive metal-blue thong; Kareem absentmindedly scanned Aldritch’s body and focused on his revealing underwear, but immediately forced himself to avert his gaze and look at Aldritch’s eyes.

“Things are going downhill fast” – Kareem said with urgency – “The information you added to the A.I. spread like a wildfire, and O’Rourke has lost his most important supporters, the Ministry of the Moral Wellness and Chief Bellwood of the Police Corps. But he’s still here, and now he’s deadly dangerous, because he’s going to hunt those who caused his downfall.”

“He won’t dare to touch me” – Aldritch replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“But he will ‘touch’ me!” – Kareem vehemently replied – “And Lance! And Sean McLaughlin, and god knows how many innocent guys with us! You must stop him, Aldritch! As soon as possible!”

“How? The information I added to the A.I. database is compromising enough, what else should I do?”

“Chief Bellwood knows that O’Rourke killed Officer Dougal McLaughlin, but he doesn’t seem so eager to report the crime to the office of the Prosecutor. Call it his farewell gift to his former friend. You must bypass him! Press charges against O’Rourke, file a complaint, do something to let this information reach the Prosecutor! There’s the motive, the opportunity and even the murder weapon! Is your communication channel with your assistant, outside, still active? The Morse Code?”

“Yes, I ordered to my assistant to stay hidden in the bushes surrounding the Cube every night from 9 to 11 PM” – Aldritch confirmed, looking at his wristwatch – “Which means he’ll go away in ten minutes or so…”

Aldritch flashed a half-grin and extended a hand to touch Kareem’s hairy chest, but Kareem hurriedly stepped back, shooting a warning look at him: “What the fuck, Aldritch?”

“Hey, Goldilocks, I told you!” – Aldritch replied sternly – “In my world everything’s a tit for tat! And if you want my ‘tit’, than you must give me some… ‘tat’!”  With those words, Aldritch sneaked his hands under Kareem’s skirt and immodestly fondled his bulge, grinning wide.

Kareem instinctively grabbed Aldritch’s wrist and looked at him straight in the eye: “I… I’ll give you what you want, you fuckin’ bastard…! But now run to the solarium and… do your thing with the light and the mirror!”

Aldritch nodded, wearing a victorious grin on his face, and went away. It took him more than half an hour to come back, and Kareem, who was nervously waiting on the sofa, leapt on his feet: “So what? Did you do it?”

“In a couple hours, my dear friend the Union General Attorney will receive a file regarding O’Rourke, along with a personal plea from me to review it immediately and act as fast as he can. I had to ask a big favor in order to satisfy your request, Kareem, and I hate asking favors, because I will soon have to repay it. But now…” – he added, placing again a hand on Kareem’s chest – “…it’s time for you to repay me.”

“What do you want me to do?” – Kareem asked, though he’d already guessed well what Aldritch was about to exact from him.

Aldritch became serious and looked straight at Kareem: “Punish me. Like the first time we met. At this point, it would be silly to lie to you: I hold a great power, I command everyone with a snap of my fingers, but in the secrecy of my alcove, all I crave for is to be commanded, to be owned, even punished, if it pleases you. I want… to be at your mercy, Kareem.”

Kareem restrained an amused grin; if he could, he would’ve gladly gone home to Lance, rather than have sex with Aldritch, but the idea of dominating the pompous, irritating ‘Triple-A’ was definitely appealing. And anyway he had no choice, so better make the most out of the situation. He placed a hand on Aldritch’s shoulder, in an apparently friendly manner, but soon the hand became commanding, and started pushing down, giving to Aldritch an obvious hint.

“If you want me, than get me ready” – Kareem commanded – “because, as you can see, lately I don’t feel horny all the time like I used to feel since I arrived at the Cube.”

 

~ Domination ~

Aldritch obediently fell on his knees, revealing: “It’s because I took off from your daily medication the aphrodisiac O’Rourke forced me to add to it. But I don’t need no aphrodisiac to make your wondrous cock rise in all its glory…”

He pressed his face on the flaccid cock, greedily inhaling its masculine aroma, and began licking the plump hairy balls, sucking them into his mouth one by one and rolling the heavy gonads on his tongue. His hands moved up to Kareem’s torso and tickled his abs, played with his body hair and caressed as much of Kareem’s torso as they could reach.

Kareem was slowly caught into the web of sensuality and sincere passion that Aldritch was weaving around him, and his cock started thickening and twitching. Aldritch didn’t miss the chance, and immediately took the meaty member into his mouth, sucking hard to make it swell more and more. Kareem shrugged his shirt from his shoulder and unlaced his skirt, making it fall to the floor. “You too” – he commanded – “but keep the thong”.

Without ever stopping sucking Kareem’s cock, Aldritch tore away his silk robe, and then grabbed Kareem’s glutes to have more leverage and forcefully push his own face to Kareem’s pubes, taking every thick inch of his manhood down his gullet.

Kareem uttered a low-pitched growl of pleasure and tilted back his head, closing his eyes; but he was snapped out of his private moment of sheer pleasure by a soft gasp coming from the entrance door, where Aldritch’s two young assistants, the blond twins living on the 4th floor, were standing with wide eyes… and their hands suspiciously pressing on their crotches, barely covered by the short tunics they were wearing.

Aldritch immediately tried to recoil, embarrassed to be seen in that demeaning position by the two boys, but Kareem held him in position with a firm hand: “Keep sucking” – he growled, and then turned to the boys with a wide friendly smile: “If you like to join us, I’d love it! But it’s your choice, I don’t want to force you. What are your names, by the way? Mr. Archer, here, is too polite to talk with a full mouth…”

The boys giggled, sharing a meaningful glance, and one said: “I’m Mitch, sir, and my brother is Ritchie. He can’t speak, sir, but he understands you. And we would like to stay… if you so wish.”

“Are you comfortable watching two grown men having sex?”

“Are you kidding me?? I mean… yes, sir…!” – Mitch exclaimed, feasting his eyes on the two gorgeous men; and Kareem was sure to guess a glimpse of secret satisfaction at watching Aldritch humbling himself that way, on his knees, sucking on Kareem’s cock, that by now was as hard as a rock.

“Then, let’s move to the bedroom. You too, cocksucker!” – Kareem ordered, and Aldritch grumbled: “Please, not in front of the kids…”

“I’m in charge tonight, and you’ll do what I tell you, in front of the kids or the entire Cube, if it fancies me” – Kareem reminded him, pushing him toward the bedroom. When there, Kareem commanded: “On the bed, on your back, and keep the thong on. Grab the headboard, and don’t you dare to let go of it until I tell you. I’m not going to restrain you, this time, but if you fail me, I will go away with the boys, and you can finish yourself off like a loser. Is that clear?”

Aldritch immediately grabbed the headboard, deeply hit by Kareem’s commanding attitude: “Yes, Kar… Yes, sir.”

“Good. Boys, there’s some lube on the nightstand, take it and prepare Mr. Archer for me. Prepare him carefully, and… deeply. And while you’re at it, you can enjoy his body any way you like: for tonight, he’s at my mercy, and to yours, too; he won’t complain and, granted, he won’t retaliate tomorrow. Right, Triple-A?”

Aldritch nodded yes, clearly pissed off by the twist Kareem had added to his initial idea of being fucked senselessly like the first time; but his voice was firm when he replied: “No retaliation. I promise.”

The boys smiled wide and efficiently started spreading the lube on Aldritch’s hole, while keeping his legs up and apart. Ritchie took a large glob of lube and intruded two slick fingers up Aldritch’s ass, thrusting them in and out quite forcefully, making the man hiss for the sudden discomfort. Apparently, the boy held some grudge against Aldritch, and Kareem could easily guess why, as Aldritch was always rough and pompous with the boys, calling them ‘freaks’ and refusing even to remember their names.

Kareem oiled up his own man-tool, stroking it slowly, while the boys took care of Aldritch; when Kareem saw Ritchie unceremoniously push four fingers into Aldritch’s hole, he was a bit surprised, but he didn’t stop the boy. And he didn’t stop him, either, when the mute boy added his thumb and looked at Kareem, silently asking for permission to shove his entire small hand up the man’s ass.

Aldritch was already groaning loud, feeling a great discomfort bordering to a dull pain, but Kareem, looking straight at Aldritch, said: “Do it, boy”. The boy pushed hard, and at first the man’s anal ring refused to let the small fist in, but Ritchie pushed harder, adding more lube and rotating his wrist, and suddenly his hand was inside Aldritch’s velvety cavern.

“Fuuuck…!!” – Aldritch protested, but he didn’t let go of the headboard, nor he begged for mercy. On the contrary, he looked back at Kareem with a proud and defiant expression, and Kareem flashed an admired grin, acknowledging Aldritch’s manliness.

After a short while, Kareem said: “He’s ready. Hold his legs up, so I can take possession of his sore ass. Like a real man takes possession of his bitch.”

Again Aldritch begged with a low voice: “Please… Not in front of the kids… It’s… humiliating!”

“Can you tell their names?”

“Uhm… Rick… Dick… no, it’s Mick…”

“Time’s up. Ritchie, Mitch, spread his legs wide and hold them tight, as he’s going to thrash around a lot: I’m going to split his hole open once and for all! When I’m done with him, he won’t be able to hold his shit!”

Aldritch’s hands tightened on the headboard until his knuckles became white, and his jaws clenched, as he already knew how forceful Kareem could be; and this time it was going to be even worse. The boys held the man’s legs tight, bent at the hips, forcing him to tilt his ass in a demeaning, obscene position, making him feel like a sacrificial lamb offered to a lascivious deity.

Kareem pounced on Aldritch, placed his engorged helmet on his wrinkled hole and with a sudden thrust pushed it inside. Aldritch gritted his teeth and stiffened… only to realize that Kareem had actually pushed only the tip inside him, and the anal rings were so slick and loosened that allowed the intrusion in stride.

He looked at Kareem, puzzled, silently asking why he didn’t shove his entire weapon into the unprotected hole to the hilt, giving him the pain and the pleasure he felt the first time, during Kareem’s punishment. But was surprised to see Kareem wearing a friendly, caring smile: “I can give you whatever I want, tonight, including… this.”

He eased his cock into Aldritch’s slick hole very gently, inch by inch, without rushing, slowly filling the hot cavern with his caring manhood; the rigid shaft stretched Aldritch’s insides in the most exquisite way, and when the fat helmet brushed over the prostate, Kareem stopped and gave a few quick short thrusts, making Aldritch howl for the pleasure. “I already know you’re man enough to take a painful punishment” – Kareem said, warmly – “But are you man enough to accept an exquisite, sweet fuck?”

Aldritch gasped again for the exquisite sensations radiating from his ass and murmured: “Why… Why?”

“Because the world is not always a tit for tat. Sometimes you can give something without expecting anything in return; and sometimes you might unexpectedly get this…”

Kareem’s cock reached deep inside Aldritch’s ass and then started moving masterfully inside his warm depths, exploring with tender care every hidden recess and caressing the sensitive inner linings in the most exquisite way.

“Living at the Cube I’ve learned a thing or two” – Kareem said, smiling, taking the man’s legs from the boys’ hands and placing them on his own shoulders – “I’m not different, I’m still the same man I was when I lived outside, but I’ve learned how to fuck a man’s ass… and I’m not scared anymore to enjoy it. And I want to share it to you. Mitch, Ritchie, don’t you think that those man-titties are feeling lonely, in the middle of Mr. Archer’s pecs? They need some care, I say…”

The boys, now relieved from their duty of holding Aldritch’s legs, reached under their short tunics and started stroking their stiff dicks; they leaned over Aldritch’s chest and started lapping, tickling and licking his nipples, that felt turgid and meaty under their tongues.

“Ooooohhh….! Mmmmhh!!” – Aldritch moaned, while his cock, still trapped into his thong, twitched furiously. Kareem started pounding him harder, taking a great care in hitting the man’s prostate with a barrage of perfectly aimed thrusts. A wide wet mark appeared on the fabric of Aldritch’s thong, and soon almost the entire frontal pouch was drenched with pre-cum.

“Please… Please let me touch my cock…!” – Aldritch blurred, tossing his head from side to side, while the boys played him like a piano, using their small hands and their eager mouths to titillate all his sensitive spots madly. Kareem flashed a mischievous grin and replied: “This is your punishment. Not just being unable to give yourself pleasure: your punishment is having to offer yourself to me, and to these two wonderful boys, and rely on us to get your pleasure. Yield yourself to us, Aldritch, stop keeping everything under a strict control, and let yourself go with the flow. Cum for me, Aldritch, show me how much of a man you are. Cum for me and I’ll cum for you… Cum! Now!”

“Awww… FUUUCKKK!!” – Aldritch screamed, every single muscle of his body stiffening in the delightful agony of the orgasm; the pouch of his thong started pulsating obscenely, and his cock started spurting jets of man cream so powerful that the fabric couldn’t hold them. The boys immediately started feasting on Aldritch’s trapped bulge, sucking and lapping his juice and making the man delirious with pleasure.

“Get ready, man” – Kareem moaned with coarse voice – “Here’s your reward… NNNGGHH!”

Watching the two powerful men squirm and twitch in the throes of the pleasure was too much for the boys, who grabbed their own throbbing dicks and bathed Aldritch with a deluge of youthful seed, one howling his pleasure, and the other opening his mouth in a silent scream.

When the four wild orgasms trailed off, Kareem fell exhausted over Aldritch, smiling contented. “You can let go of the headboard, now” – he said, and Aldritch immediately released his grip and placed his hands on Kareem’s face: “I… I didn’t know sex could be like this… You did punish me tonight, harsher than I expected, humiliating me and forcing me to surrender my self-assurance to your tenderness. You made me hate you, while loving everything you and the boys were doing to me. Thank you Kareem…”

He pulled Kareem’s face down, clearly to give him a kiss, but Kareem resisted and recoiled. Aldritch was puzzled: “We just had sex, why this sudden shyness?”

“Because no matter how intimate having sex is, a kiss is way more intimate. That’s something I only do with people I love. Now, it may be shocking to you” – Kareem added, playfully – “but I’m not in love with you, Aldritch. You’re sexy, I’ll give you that, and fucking your proud ass is a pleasure that goes beyond sex, but I don’t love you. Sorry to break your heart.”

“Ha ha ha!!!” – Aldritch laughed out loud – “You’re something else, stud! Ha ha ha! OK, I got your point, I’ll deal with my broken heart later on. Now I’m too exhausted.”

The boys immediately leapt on their feet, guessing it was their cue to go away, but Kareem stopped them: “I bet this bed can easily host four people: should we test it?”

“Yeah!!” – Mitch replied on behalf of both of them, and the boys jumped again on the bed, wrapping their young lithe bodies on Kareem and Aldritch. Before falling asleep, Mitch snapped his fingers and the light automatically went off.

“Fuckin’ 5th Floor…” – Kareem commented under his breath, rousing some more amused giggles.

 

~ Hearthquake at the Police Station ~

At the begin of the morning shift, Officer Sean McLaughlin entered the Police station right on schedule as usual. He went straight to the common room he shared with the other officers and warmly greeted his three colleagues: the Romano brothers, Gary and Rod, two bulky guys of Italian descent whose bright smile always put Sean in a good mood, and Lin-Wo, an Eastern young officer Sean never had the chance to know well.

Luckily, the other two officers of the squadron, Wilde and Reeves, weren’t there; Sean hated them, as they were evil and always eager to support O’Rourke even in his most hideous misfits.

First off, Sean took his own tablet to check the service order for the day, and immediately frowned, as there was a high-priority unread message awaiting him. A message from Chief Bellwood himself. A personal message. Sean tapped on it with a thumping heart.

«Dear Officer McLaughlin,

First thing, let me apologize for not expressing earlier my condolences for the loss of your father. Since the day he disappeared I knew that something bad had happened to him, and the recent discovery of the corpse confirmed my worst hunches. You and I never met in person, but I knew and highly respected your father, Officer Dougal McLaughlin. He was a loyal and honest man who always put his authority at the service of the community, and of the C.U.B.E. in particular. And I’m ashamed to admit that I should’ve done more, much more to honor his memory and avenge his death, but I didn’t. However, despite my guilty negligence, Justice has run its course, and the Union General Attorney has now decided to personally prosecute your father’s murderer.

They tell me you took after your father, and this is the reason why I’m personally writing you. At this point, I don’t know any more who I can trust, at the Sex Police HQ of your C.U.B.E., but I know I can blindly trust you. Therefore, I’m going to put on your shoulders a heavy burden, in the absolute certainty that you’ll fulfil your task in the best way. Please find attached a classified service order, signed and encrypted with my personal seal. Choose carefully who you want to share it with. Keep me informed of the developments.

-- General Aristides Bellwood, Chief of the Police Corps»

Sean opened the attachment, dutifully verified that the electronic seal was genuine and untampered, and read it. The further he read, the paler he became. When done, he slowly stood up and walked to his three colleagues: “Guys, there is a grave and unprecedented situation I have to deal with. This is the time for us to choose whose side are we on. I already made my choice long ago, and I’m now asking you to make yours. Read this service order” – Sean added, showing his tablet – “Don’t talk, just read.”

The three cops read the document thoroughly and then Gary Romano stood tall: “My brother and I are with you, sir.”, and Rod echoed him “Count on us, sir.”

“You don’t need to call me sir, guys” – Sean objected, but Gary shook his head: “Given the circumstances, ‘sir’ is definitely appropriate.”

“What about you?” – Sean asked seriously to Lin-Wo – “It won’t be a walk in the park, and if you don’t feel to do it, I will understand, you’re young, at your first assignment…”

“With the due respect, don’t underestimate me, sir. I’m a tough guy, and I’ll do what you ask me, without questioning.”

“Thank you, guys. I really appreciate your support. Come, let’s do it. The sooner the better.”

The four cops, in full uniform and resting their hands on their tasers, marched out of the common room and went to the Captain’s office; they stood for a moment out of the door, and heard the coarse laughter of Reeves, Wilde and O’Rourke. Without knocking, Sean barged in, followed by his three colleagues. Immediately, the laughter stopped.

“How you dare coming in without permission, McLaughlin!” – O’Rourke barked – “This is my fuckin’ office!”

“Not anymore, sir.” – Sean replied in an authoritative tone – “I’ve just sent to your tablet a classified service order coming straight from Chief Bellwood. You’ll have all the time you need to read it fully, but let me sum it up for you. Captain O’Rourke, Officer Wilde, Officer Reeves, as per Chief Bellwood’s direct order, effective immediately you are relieved of duty, stripped of your rank and discharged from the Police Corps with dishonor. You are under arrest and put under my custody, as I’m assuming command of this Police station with the rank of Acting Captain. Please surrender your taser and your badge.”

“Is this one of the sissy jokes of yours, McLaughlin?” – O’Rourke roared, but his paleness betrayed his fear. “I’m afraid not, sir. It’s all in the service order. Again, surrender your tasers and your badges. I strongly advice you against trying anything stupid, as the main door is locked and you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere in any case.”

Wilde and Reeves looked at each other with wide eyes and then, with unsteady hands, put their weapons and their badges on the desk; O’Rourke, after a long moment, did the same.

“Cuff them” – Sean said to his colleagues, and the three cops efficiently cuffed Reeves and Wilde, but when Lin-Wo moved closer to O’Rourke, he shoved the young cop to the floor and fled out of the room. Sean instantly chased him, shouting: “Stop! The door is locked!”; but O’Rourke quickly ran to the interrogation room and headed to the narrow secret corridor connecting the Police station to the entrance hall, the very same corridor that Kareem was forcefully dragged through on the day he arrived at the Cube.

In the entrance hall, the concierge Lionel was lazily minding his own business, when he was startled by the door to the secret corridor slamming open with a loud bang and saw two men rolling out of it, fighting furiously and trading punches. It took him a moment to recognize Captain O’Rourke and Officer McLaughlin.

“Escape alert!” – Sean yelled to the concierge – “Secure the doors!”

“No! Unlock the doors!” – O’Rourke bellowed, fighting like a lion – “It’s an order!”

Lionel looked at the two fighting men with wide eyes, unable to take a decision; as far as he knew, the Captain was the highest in rank, and disobeying him invariably meant getting a terrible punishment. But he also respected Sean as an honest man: he couldn’t possibly be deceiving him…

“Lionel, trust me!” – Sean yelled again, doing his best to hold tight O’Rourke – “Secure the doors! Now!”

The concierge looked at Sean with pleading eyes, as he dearly wanted to do what the cop was asking, but the fear for O’Rourke’s wrath paralyzed him.

“I said unlock the fuckin’ door, you filthy cocksucker!!” – O’Rourke roared, wriggling out of Sean’s grip. At this last insult, Lionel shot at the Captain a deadly glance and gathering all his courage slammed his hand on a big red button on his desk. A bell started ringing loud and steel bars instantly came out from the sides of the main door, sealing it and preventing any passage, inbound or outbound.

O’Rourke knew it was over for him, and quickly calmed down, shooting a vengeful glance at the trembling Lionel. Sean forcefully pulled O’Rourke’s arms behind his back and cuffed him. “Thank you, Lionel, I knew you would’ve done the right thing” – Sean reassured the concierge, who was steadying himself on the desk, because he felt weak in the knees for the tension – “You can now deactivate the escape alert. And now, Mister O’Rourke, move your ass!” – he added, dragging the former Captain into the secret corridor – “A comfortable cell in the brig awaits you and your buddies. Too bad all the cells are out of order, except the smallest one. I’m afraid you’ll have to share it…”

When they got to the detention room, Wilde and Reeves were there, guarded by the Romano brothers and Lin-Wo. Sean pushed O’Rourke inside and locked the door. He set free the three men from the handcuffs, took a deep breath and calmly ordered to his fellow cops: “Strip them. Butt naked. And lock them into the cell, the small one, all the three of them. And if they do something stupid, shove your taser up their ass and remind them who’s in charge.”

With military efficiency, the cops stripped naked the three prisoners, and when they ripped off Reeves’ underwear they couldn’t hold their mocking laughter, looking at the tiny prick the guy held between his legs.

Moments later, the bar door closed behind the prisoners with a loud clang, locking them into the small cell. McLaughlin moved in front of the bars and locked eyes with O’Rourke for a long moment. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. And then McLaughlin’s words echoed on the bare concrete walls of the brig:

“Welcome to your nightmare… Captain.”

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In the next chapter: Those who sow the wind reap the whirlwind: that’s what O’Rourke, Reeves and Wilde start discovering. No one, outside the Police Station, knows about their sudden arrest, no one can help them. The kind, righteous Sean McLaughlin finds himself prey of sentiments of merciless vengeance he didn’t suspect to have.