C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 5: FISHING EXPEDITION

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his late 30s) meets again the evil O’Rourke (Captain of the Sex Police, who’s been ordered to turn Kareem into a gay man). Meanwhile, Lance (a 20-y.o. hooker and Kareem’s roommate) goes on a fishing expedition, seeking info regarding Kareem’s case.

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~ Arrested again ~

“Damn, we still have to buy some new clothes for you” – Lance said at breakfast, noticing that Kareem was still wearing the same stretch shorts and tight t-shirt he lent him two days earlier.

“I wash the thong you gave me every evening” – Kareem replied – “but yes, I need some new clothes. Anyway, I have to admit that your thong is not as uncomfortable as I complained about, at the beginning. It’s quite a nice piece of underwear, actually, I only wish it was one size larger.”

“Happy to hear that, because… well… looking at you wearing a thong is quite a sight! Ha ha! Wait… You aren’t annoyed if I say so, right?”

Kareem though about it, and then cautiously replied: “I’m in great debt with you, and if you get pleasure in looking at me… it’s OK. But I don’t want to be a tease for you, Lance, since I can’t… err… offer you anything more than a good look at my body. Is that OK for you?”

“So far, you offered me much more than a good look at you” – Lance said with an affectionate glance – “You trusted me, and I feel that a beautiful friendship is sprouting between us. I value these things much more than sex. So, yes, it’s OK for me knowing that I won’t get anything from you, except some enticing glimpses at your body and a sincere friendship. Neither of us has a choice, Kareem. You’re straight, I’m gay, and nothing can change that. Don’t worry about me, I have a dynamic sexual life, I’ll find somewhere else what I need to soothe my needs. I love looking at you walking around the house in your thong or naked, and I hope you won’t stop doing that, now that you know that I find you very sexy. I’ll go on drooling over you, but granted, I’ll never ask you anything more than that.”

Kareem smiled warmly and sighed: “I have to go now. I can’t be late on my first day of work. Oh, yes, I have a job, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday, but… er… I had to elaborate on that. The job interview was tougher than I expected. Anyway, I work at Perry Yukon’s contractor firm, it’s a manual labor, no one needs a P.R. manager with experience in politics. Actually, Perry was the only one who accepted to give me a job: all the others rejected me almost immediately, while we were still shaking hands and introducing to each other. Fuck them. I’m going, now, see you later!”

“Don’t forget the daily medication” – Lance reminded, and Kareem huffed, took the pill with his name from the box on the wall and swallowed it: “I hate these pills. Since I started taking them I feel restless, tense… I feel aroused, I have to concentrate to focus on other things than my crotch.”

“Never heard of such side effect… You'll see, it’ll go away soon. See you later!”

Kareem went out and walked across the Cube all the way from Delta to Psi Avenue, where his workplace was located. He was glad to be early, because he could change into his working gear while the locker room was still deserted, as his skimpy thong, comfortable as it was, really embarrassed him.

Perry, the boss, gave him directions for the day, and Kareem went on bringing heavy loads from the warehouse to the building sites for the entire morning. At the lunch break, he felt the need to take a shower, as he was drenched with sweat; he was alone in the locker room and he stripped to his underwear.

He was about to get naked and enter the shower when he heard a commanding “Freeze!” coming from the door; Kareem gasped and turned to the door, and saw McLaughlin, the kind officer who helped him, with another officer and Captain O’Rourke in person. Behind them, Perry shot at Kareem a concerned glance, shaking his head as if to say: “I can’t do anything, sorry”.

Kareem began to say “McL…”, but the officer silenced him: “Shut up and put your hands behind your back!”. His tone was harsh, but the glance he shot at Kareem clearly revealed that he had to act that way, in front of O’Rourke and his fellow officer.

“Let me at least get dressed!” – Kareem protested, and O’Rourke mocked him: “Why? That thong suits your sluttiness perfectly! Bring him to the interrogation room!”

Kareem was forced to do his walk of shame, handcuffed and almost naked, all the way to the Sex Police headquarter. When inside the interrogation room, Kareem looked with horror at the ‘throne’, the metal chair he was tortured on, and inwardly sighed with relief when the officers made him sit down on a bench near the door.

“I didn’t do anything!” – Kareem protested, looking defiantly at O’Rourke – “What the fuck you want from me?? I’m trying to follow the rules, I don’t harm anyone, I even found myself a job!”

“…Which is surprising by itself” – O’Rourke commented – “Perry Yukon is an old acquaintance for the Sex Police, and we’ll deal with him later.”

“So what? Why the fuck I’m here??”

“Watch your mouth, bitch” – the Captain hissed, grabbing Kareem by his throat and forcefully pulling him on his feet – “You’re here because I’m very displeased by your attitude. But I’ll teach you to behave! You’re a filthy slut, never forget it! And when a man tells you to suck him, you damn suck him! What happened when you met Yukon, uh?”

“He… He told me to give him a blowjob and I gave him…” – Kareem replied, and O’Rourke got furious: “And you call that a ‘blowjob’? No, slut! That was a sloppy and unsuccessful attempt at servicing your man! Your oral techniques need to be widely improved, bitch, and that’s what I’ll do. McLaughlin, Wilde! Bring…”

O’Rourke was interrupted by his phone buzzing; he huffed, answered the call, heard what they were saying and cut off the connection, grunting annoyed: “Fuck! We have to go. Lock the slut into the brig. And take off his thong: I want him naked and ready when we’re back!”

The two officers rudely shoved Kareem into the brig located in the adjacent room, and before locking the door Wilde roughly ripped the skimpy thong off Kareem’s hips, leaving him stark naked. They turned around and went away, but McLaughlin, while locking the door, shot again another sorry glance to Kareem.

«That McLaughlin is a nice guy…» – Kareem thought, sitting on a metal bench along the wall and taking his face into his own hands – «…but he’s under O’Rourke’s command, he can’t help me. If only Lance was here…!»

 

~ The fourth floor ~

But Lance didn’t have the faintest hint about Kareem’s fate: he was focused on his mission, or better, his fishing expedition, in search of information about Kareem’s case.

After Kareem had gone to work, in the morning, Lance’s phone had received an anonymous message, a very weird and cryptic message, that Lance studied with great attention:

“9:30 – 4β9 – 5844 – triton”

There was no sender, but Lance knew that Adam, his favorite client, was trying to arrange a secret meeting with a friend of his, a stoolie who could pass to Lance important information regarding Kareem’s situation. He focused on the message: ‘9:30’ was obviously the time of the meeting; and the ‘4β9’ was the address of the apartment located between Beta Avenue and 9th Street, but the leading ‘4’ meant it was located on the fourth floor of the Cube, which was strange. The meaning of the number ‘5844’ and the word ‘triton’ were totally obscure.

Lance had been living inside the Cube for almost five years, but he still remembered how the Cube looked from outside: it was like a pyramid, with a large first floor, where he was living now, and progressively smaller upper floors, up to the fifth. He’d never been at the fourth floor, he didn’t even know if it was freely accessible to the guests.

He looked at the clock, it was 9:10, he had no time to study the message any longer. So, Lance went outside and headed to the elevators, located at the very center of the Cube, between Mu and Ni Avenue and 12th and 13th Street. The elevators were open to anyone, Lance knew it, and he himself had used them, occasionally, to climb to the second or third floor; but he knew nothing about the two uppermost floors.

He entered the first elevator, and there was no ‘4’ button on the control panel; he checked the other three elevators, and only one elevator had a full control panel, including the buttons 4 and 5. He glanced around, no one was looking at him, and stepped inside the cabin. He pressed the 4th button and a small display lit up: “Insert Code”.

With his heart thumping hard, Lance remembered the message and pressed the numbered buttons: 5-8-4-4. With a soft hiss, the door automatically closed and the cabin started moving up. After a short run, the doors opened, and he found himself in a smaller and darker version of the Cube: the same avenues and streets, but much shorter than on the first floor; the buildings were almost identical to each other and looked more like government buildings than homes or shops. The only signs were the plaques with the address code next to each entrance, and all the addresses had a leading ‘4’, as if to remind that they were on the fourth floor.

Though being morning, the entire floor was immersed in a twilight that gave an eerie look to the place. Lance felt watched, but there was no one around; he ignored the shiver down his spine and looked at the street names: he was at Delta and 4th, so he quickly moved to Beta Avenue and walked it to the very end, as 9th Street was the last one, on the fourth floor.

He arrived in front of the Beta-9 apartment, opened the curtain a tad and cautiously peeked inside; it was very dark, but it seemed an office, more than a residential quarter. “Hel... Hello?” – he said tentatively, and a voice from the dark asked: “What is the last word?”

Lance thought again at the message and replied: “Triton”. “Correct. Come inside” – the voice replied, and a faint light turned on, revealing a man sitting at a desk, in the farthest corner of the room. Lance looked around, and there were several desks, equipped with computers, phones and other electronic devices. Tangled cables and connectors covered most of the floor.

The man came in full view and Lance held his breath, looking at a large violet birthmark covering the man’s right cheek up the temple and making his right eye stay half-closed. “Oh… Hi… I’m…” – Lance began to say, but the man shushed him: “No names! I know who you are.”

“Where are we? What is this place?”

“A control room. The entire fourth floor is a service area. You wouldn’t think that the Cube could work on its own, will you? There are new guests to register, stuff to deliver, money transaction to process and a million other things. And all these important tasks are assigned to people like me”. There was a restrained anger in his voice, and Lance thought with a rush of sympathy that the man must’ve had a hard life, due to his evident physical flaw.

“Are you… a guest of the Cube? Or do you come from outside?” – Lance asked, and the man shook his head: “Only the Sex Police comes from outside. I’m a guest, just like all my colleagues. But, as you can see from my face, we’re not ordinary guests: we all have something that makes us be… undesirable: we’re physically impaired, disabled, crippled or… disfigured like me. We live here on the fourth floor, we have our own shops, our apartments, we never go downstairs. We… We’re forbidden to, actually. I can’t blame them, anyway: look at my face! I bet you’re disgusted by my looks…”

“You’re born that way, I guess” – Lance warmly replied – “So, why should I feel disgusted? Surprised, yes, because only now I realize that no one on the first floor has any major physical flaw, illness or apparent… anomalies.”

“I’m glad to hear you’re at ease with me” – the man said gravely, moving closer – “because I’m going to ask for a… payment in exchange of the information I’m going to pass you. You are… so handsome, so young, you have a sexy body, and I… I’m a man, under this ugly face. I’m a man, but there’s no one like you here to… have fun with.”

The message was all too clear, but Lance didn’t back off: “I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I need.”

“Alright. You see, all the communications, at the Cube, are delivered through the system you see in this room. They’re not encrypted, and I can read everything, and search the archives, too. And I searched for ‘Kareem Bashir’.”

“Go on.” – Lance said under his breath.

“The headquarter of the Sex Police, on the first floor, recently sent out a warning message to each and every business of the Cube, telling them to never offer to Mr. Bashir a job, lest to suffer… consequences. You know what I mean.”

“Yes… Is there more?”

“Something weird. Captain O’Rourke in person has issued several high-level commands to the A.I., bypassing the system checks, to block the delivery of the basic living kit – bedsheets, towels, phone – to Mr. Bashir and to block the accredit of the initial balance on his bank account. And… well… he also passed false information to the A.I., making it believe that Mr. Bashir is affected by a severe deficiency in his libido, thus forcing the A.I. to add a strong sexual stimulant to his daily medication.”

“This explains a lot of things…” – Lance commented – “Kareem actually mentioned to feel a mild arousal, lately…”

“Given the high dose of stimulant added to his medication, soon he should feel much more than mildly aroused, he’ll feel madly horny. You live with him, so be careful, as he could… lose control and assault you. I don’t know why O’Rourke did this, but obviously he wants Mr. Bashir to have sex as often as possible, and with as many partners as possible.”

“Fuck…” – Lance murmured, feeling a sudden tingle in his pants, at the thought of a madly horny Kareem fucking him to oblivion. Then he raised his gaze to the man: “Thank you very much. I guess you took some serious risk, telling me these things. Now comes my part of the deal, right?”

“You bet” – the man replied – “Come with me, there’s a relax room behind that curtain”.

 

~ The sweetest price to pay ~

They moved to the adjacent room, and there was a rickety old bed with a bare mattress that seemed to have witnessed many sexual rendezvous, and sure enough not of the romantic type. The man pushed Lance on the bed, on all fours, and quickly pulled Lance’s pants down to the thighs, revealing his beautiful bubble ass.

He then hurriedly fished his own stiffening cock out of the fly and used a small tube of lube to quickly grease it. In no time, Lance felt the man’s hard tool press against his puckered hole, and Lance felt bad, as a quickie was always a heartless exchange of fluids, a way for a man to just get his rock off, and nothing more. Lance hated it.

“Wait…” – Lance said, moving his ass away from the man’s cock. He got off the bed and, under the man’s greedy eyes, took away his clothes, one by one, revealing the sexy body that many men drooled for. Then Lance got again on the bed, on his back, and raised his legs, offering his secluded treasure to the man, who was breathing hard.

Lance’s unexpected move stunned the man, who felt the urge to get naked himself, as to not humiliate that beautiful guy who was offering himself in such a sincere, defenseless way. Under his clothes, the man had a fit body, not muscular but trimmed; if it wasn’t for the large birthmark on his face and the half-closed eyed, he could be a handsome and sexy man in his mid-forties.

Fueled by his horniness, a sexual tension that he had few chances to vent, the man hastily knelt between Lance’s legs, aimed his cock to the twitching hole and pushed it in, all the way. Lance stiffened and arched his torso, reacting to the sudden impalement, and the man stopped, to give him, at least, a moment to adjust to his girth. For a few seconds Lance held his breath, keeping his eyes tightly shut, and then slowly exhaled, whispering: “Thank you…”

“T… Thank you?” – the man asked, surprised, and Lance opened his eyes and smiled at him: “You’re giving me what is most sacred for a man, your manhood. And I thank you for that…”

“Don’t… Don’t you feel disgusted by my ugly face?”

Lance shook his head: “Only a fool focuses his attention on the only black sheep of the herd. I’m not a fool. I can see how handsome and sexy you are, apart from that… black sheep. And now, please, allow me to give you what you crave for, instead of taking it from me by force. It will be much more pleasurable for both of us…”

The man felt a lump in his throat, hearing Lance’s word. He was not used to feel… desired, nor anyone ever asked him to take it slow: most of his partners just wanted to finish as quickly as possible, and kept their eyes shut not to see his disfigured face.

The stiff cock began moving inside Lance’s ass, slowly, with great care, and Lance murmured again: “Ooohh… Thank you…!”, and was rewarded with an uncertain, tender smile from the man. In and out, in and out, the manly rod explored Lance’s depths, titillating him in the most exquisite way and making him moan with pleasure. What had started as a rough fuck had turned into a sweet love-making, and both Lance and the man were enjoying it with every fiber of their being.

Lance was an experienced bottom, and used all the techniques he knew to give the man a five-star service: he relaxed his hole to welcome his cock inside him, and then tightened his anal muscles to milk him in the most excruciating way.

“Tell me your name… Please…” – Lance moaned at one point – “I’m giving you all of myself, and not knowing your name makes me feel… a hustler.”

“No…! No, my sweet Lance” – the man wheezed, pushing his cock inside Lance with great passion – “You’re a wonderful guy, you’re giving me so much…! My name… My name is Alastair. You won’t tell to anyone, will you?”

“Your secret… our secret is safe, Alastair” – Lance replied with a wide smile – “Now make love to me… nnngghh… make love to me…”

And Alastair did it, he put all his passion, his desire, his body and his soul in making love to Lance; he felt his own heart thump in his chest and felt exhilarated, because that striking handsome and generous guy seemed not to even notice his ugly features, and was moaning and squirming under him, lost in his pleasure.

True, Lance was a professional escort, but he was not faking with Alastair, just like he never faked with Adam or his other clients: Lance’s gift, what made him so popular among the men of any age, was that he truly gave himself to them completely, sincerely. Though for a short span of time, he loved them. And Alastair, in that very moment, felt it, he felt loved.

“My sweet, sweet boy…” – Alastair uttered with coarse voice, pacing up his thrusts – “You’re wonderful, your body is like velvet and your gentleness is like a tender caress on my ugly face…”

“Stop saying so…” – Lance breathed, climbing to the peak of his pleasure – “Your beautiful eyes are so sincere, your chiseled body is so sexy, and your lips… your lips deserve to be kissed…”

Lance grabbed Alastair from the nape of his neck and gently pulled him down, until their lips locked in a sweet, passionate kiss. Alastair was won by Lance’s sincere passion, and hit his climax; he tried to recoil, unsure if he could cum inside, but Lance held him locked into his legs. With a choked whine, muffled by Lance’s mouth, Alastair stiffened, his cock jolted and a powerful shot of man cream flooded Lance’s depths, and then many others, until Lance felt completely filled with Alastair’s essence.

The man recoiled, panting hard, and stood on his knees, keeping his still turgid member inside Lance; he reached to Lance’s cock and started stroking it in earnest: “Cum for me, my dearest… Cum and make my happiness complete…!”

Lance didn’t need to be asked twice, and his cock immediately erupted a torrent of white lava that hit Alastair’s chest and then dribbled down to his crotch, mixing to the man’s seed seeping out from Lance’s loosened hole. “Oh, fuck… Fuck, it’s so hot!” – Alastair almost screamed, feeling the powerful contractions of Lance’s anal muscles gripping his sensitive cock, still buried inside the slick canal.

When the contractions stopped, they looked intensely at each other, and Alastair said softly: “It’s my turn to thank you, Lance. I feel bad thinking that I wanted to give you just a quick heartless fuck, and instead you gave me… this. You’re truly special. Adam, our common friend, told me, but I couldn’t believe that a…”

Alastair gasped for his blunder, but Lance chuckled: “…a hooker, that’s what I am. But I’m sincere, I was sincere with you, as much as I am with all my men. Not a single word I told you was untrue.”

“I know” – Alastair replied, getting off the bed and groaning: “Fuck, I wish I was twenty years younger…”

“I loved every single year of experience you put in making love to me” – Lance said, making Alastair smile wide: “I told you, you’re a very special guy. You gave me much more than I gave you, tonight, and rest assured that if ever I hear something about your Mr. Bashir, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you so much, Alastair. I’d better go, now” – the guy said, moving to the main door – “I’m always worried that the Sex Police, somehow, traces our movements”.

“The bio-chip we all have doesn’t record GPS coordinates, take it for granted, I know what I’m talking about. So, no, they can’t know about our movements. But be careful nevertheless, because the Police have many prying eyes and sensitive ears everywhere, and that Captain O’Rourke is dangerous. Take care, Lance.”

“You too.” – Lance replied, and quickly headed to the elevator.

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In the next chapter: O’Rourke teaches a hard lesson about oral sex to Kareem; the harsh trial is hard to endure for Kareem, but it unexpectedly strengthens the bond between him and McLaughlin. Back home, Kareem gets a sweet and useful gift from Lance.