C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 6: ORAL EXAMS ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his late 30s) is locked in the brig, waiting for the upcoming punishment dished by the evil O’Rourke (Captain of the Sex Police, who’s been ordered to turn Kareem into a gay man). Later on, he takes the stock of the situation with his roommate Lance (a 20-y.o. hooker).

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~ Waiting in the brig ~

Kareem was waiting to know his fate, locked in the brig at the Sex Police headquarter, stark naked. He’d been arrested an hour earlier, and O’Rourke was furious with him as usual; this time, apparently, Kareem’s guilt was to have been too inexperienced and reluctant when he had to suck his boss’s cock.

«How on earth can I be experienced in such… disgusting sexual practices!» – Kareem thought, angry – «I’m straight, for goodness sake!»

He shot a forlorn glance around and saw his thong, the thong that Lance had given him, lying in tatters on the floor. One of the guards, Wilde, had furiously ripped it off of him, at the Captain’s command.

Kareem, picked up from the floor the ripped thong and felt a dull rage growing inside him. He was not furious for the way the officers humiliated him, nor for the punishment O’Rourke was soon going to give him: no, he was furious because they’d ripped down to pieces that beautiful gift that an equally beautiful guy had given him.

He held tight the ripped thong in his fist and bowed his head, waiting for the next torment he surely was going to endure. O’Rourke and the two officers had to rush away for some kind of emergency, but they would’ve soon been back. One of the officers was McLaughlin, who proved to be good-hearted and brave enough to defy O’Rourke’s authority, in order to help Kareem, once, and then to pass him classified information. But this time McLaughlin was not in position to help him, not with O’Rourke furiously barking his orders.

«Poor McLaughlin» – Kareem thought, feeling for the kind officer – «He must be on O’Rourke’s black list, by now. He stepped out of the line once, and O’Rourke tortured him on the ‘throne’: what could the Captain do to him, if he does it again? No, McLaughlin, with all his good heart, can’t help me…»

Anyway, for the time being, Kareem was not overly concerned about what O’Rourke could’ve done to McLaughlin: he was afraid about what the evil Captain was going to do to him! Before going away, O’Rourke had clearly stated that he was utterly displeased with Kareem’s innate resistance against indulging in homosexual acts, such as sucking his boss’s cock. And his threatening plan to ‘widely improve Kareem’s oral technique’ sounded self-explanatory in a very sinister way.

Kareem’s dark thoughts were interrupted by loud voices from the adjacent room: the policemen were back.

“Stand up!” – officer Wilde barked, unlocking the metal door and grabbing Kareem by his arm – “Move your ass!”

He was roughly pushed forward, until he was facing O’Rourke, who shot him a cruel glance: “Here you are, bitch! Ready for your… oral lessons? What, aren’t you excited by the idea? McLaughlin! Stroke the bitch’s cock, make him hard!”

“S… Sir?” – McLaughlin exclaimed, in disbelief. All the members of the Sex Police were straight, it was widely renown, and being ordered to masturbate a prisoner was humiliating and vexatious for McLaughlin. But O’Rourke shot him a deadly glance: “Don’t make me repeat my orders, officer! You know what happens when you disobey your Captain’s orders, don’t you?”

O’Rourke briefly pointed his gaze to the ‘throne’, and McLaughlin swallowed dry: “Sir, yes sir!” – he immediately replied, and quickly curled his fingers around Kareem’s limp cock. Out of pure instinct, Kareem tried to evade the unpleasant touch, but O’Rourke froze him: “The same applies to you, slut! Do you want to taste some more of the ‘throne’?”

Kareem stood perfectly still, silently swallowed his disgust, and let McLaughlin stroke his cock; he didn’t try to meet McLaughlin’s gaze, it was too dangerous, in front of O’Rourke; but he was more than sure that he would’ve read compassion and sympathy in the officer’s eyes.

Despite the guard’s efforts, and despite the tingling sensation that Kareem felt almost constantly in his groin, the situation definitely didn’t inspire any sexual vibes, and the limp cock stayed completely lifeless.

“Naah…! Stop it. What a sissy you are, McLaughlin!” – O’Rourke barked – “I don’t know who was so stupid to assign you to this Corp! Especially given… your personal records!”

“Sir… Please, don’t.” – McLaughlin murmured, alarmed, shooting a pleading glance to the Captain – “I’m loyal to you, and I’m ready to obey any order you give me, you know that.”

“Mmh… We’ll see. You, bitch!” – he barked at Kareem – “Hard or soft, it doesn’t care, anyway, since you’re going to be taught how to use your mouth. On your knees! Hands behind your back!”

O’Rourke quickly handcuffed Kareem’s hands, making impossible for him to defend himself, and then made the prisoner turn to McLaughlin, who was watching the scene with apparent anxiety. “You’re a loyal and obedient officer, aren’t you?” – the Captain sneered at McLaughlin – “Pants down!”

 

~ Oral lessons ~

The guard blushed crimson red and uttered a halting: “S… Sir, y… yes sir…”, and hurriedly unbuckled his pants and lowered them to his knees, along with his white regulation briefs. A deep shame enflamed his face; he briefly looked down at Kareem, kneeling in front of him, and saw him make an almost imperceptible nod: they both knew well that they had to do it, and do it well, lest to taste O’Rourke’s wrath.

“What are you waiting for, bitch?” – O’Rourke yelled from Kareem’s back – “Your man is waiting!”. With a forceful push, the Captain shoved Kareem’s face into McLaughlin’s crotch: “Open up, take it all, including the balls, slut! Make your man hard, make him feel good!”

Kareem did his best. He opened wide his jaws and took the guard’s limp dick into his mouth, and then sucked inside the balls, too; he put an extra attention in keeping his teeth away, though it wasn’t easy, with so much meat filling his mouth. He rolled and moved his tongue, trying to do it in the most sensual way his straight nature allowed him, and was rewarded by a twitch in McLaughlin’s cock. Slowly, he felt the manly member stiffen and lengthen, until he had to let go of the balls and concentrate on the growing cock.

McLaughlin was drawing short breaths and seemed not to know what to do with his own hands, unwilling as he was to place them on Kareem’s head. So, he stood at ease, with his legs slightly apart and his hands linked behind his back, desperately trying to regain a little bit of dignity.

By now, Kareem had made the guard’s cock rise to a full erection, and focused on the swollen glans, bobbing his head no more than a couple inches back and forth. “When you’re done licking it like a kid with a lollipop” – O’Rourke growled – “take your man’s cock like the whore you are! All the way!”

The Captain abruptly shoved Kareem’s head forward, until it slammed against McLaughlin’s pubes; Kareem felt the stiff rod roughly pierce his gullet and force it open, and gagged hard, but O’Rourke forcefully kept his face pressed on the guard’s groin, growling: “Yeah… That’s how it’s done… Don’t forget it, bitch! All the way to the crotch!”

McLaughlin forced himself to stay still, but looked at O’Rourke with pleading eyes: “Sir… Let him breathe… He’s going to suffocate, sir!”

The Captain sneered at the guard, but roughly pulled Kareem’s head off of McLaughlin’s cock: “Yeah, we can be merciful… After all this is just the first lesson…”. Kareem, finally free, coughed hard, spitting slimy fluids from his mouth, and drew a couple of loud and ragged gasps; he was red in the face and his teary eyes were bloodshot.

“It was nice, uh, whore?” – O’Rourke mocked Kareem, still short of air – “Feeling your man’s cock fill your throat until you choke on it… I know you liked it, faggot! Well, boy, playtime’s over, time for the second lesson!”

He shoved again Kareem’s head on McLaughlin’s stiff cock, but this time he went on pushing and pulling it, making the guard’s cock break into Kareem’s throat and recede over and over. Kareem gurgled hard, while copious streams of saliva seeped out of his mouth; he quickly learned to breathe when he was pulled away from the hard rod and relax his throat when he was forcefully shoved on it again. But he couldn’t keep up the pace, and soon began convulsing and gag.

“Sir, I’m begging you…” – McLaughlin whined, and again O’Rourke huffed at him and pulled Kareem back, letting him breath freely: “You’re a quick learner, slut. If you suck your man this way, he’ll enjoy it much more! Look at McLaughlin, see how much he appreciated your whoring services!”

Kareem was forced to look straight at the guard, and they exchanged a glance that exuded all the sorrow and the mutual sympathy they were feeling. Kareem couldn’t endure the torment much longer, and uttered a coarse: “Captain… please… no more… no more…”

“What? Didn’t I teach you anything? Would you leave your man hard and unsatisfied after teasing him so much? No, slut, your job is far from being done!”

He shoved again Kareem’s head toward McLaughlin’s groin, but this time the guard stepped back, shaking his head with a pleading glance: “Sir… No… He can’t bear it anymore… Please, sir…!”

O’Rourke’s eyes became as cold as steel and he let go of Kareem’s head; he stood tall, moved a couple menacing steps toward McLaughlin and, under his horrified eyes, fished his own half-hard cock out of the uniform pants: “I think that you too, sissy, have to learn a lesson. If you don’t want your friend, here, to suck you anymore, then you will have to suck me. And you’ve seen what I expect from a slut when he gives me head!”

McLaughlin was dead pale: “Sir, you know I’m straight… I’m married…You can’t order me that…”. The Captain flashed an evil smirk: “I can and I’m doing it, officer! On your knees and open up wide!”

The guard looked at O’Rourke’s veiny thick cock in horror: he couldn’t do it… not in his worst nightmare he could do it… And yet, if he didn’t suck the Captain, Kareem’s torment would’ve gone on. Kareem looked up at the guard’s face, at the disgust and the horror in his eyes, and had no hesitation: “Captain…” – he said with coarse voice – “Don’t take it out on him. I’m ready for my… next lesson.”

“Oh, are you in pain for your sweetheart, slut?”

Kareem froze, sensing that O’Rourke was trying to make him betray his mutual respect and friendship with McLaughlin, and that would’ve meant a terrible fate for the guard.

“Sweetheart? He’s a fuckin’ officer of the Sex Police, you can cut his throat on the spot and I couldn’t be any happier. One bastard less. But I’m a man, Captain, and I can’t let someone pay for my own failures. Not even a fuckin’ bastard like him.”

“Apparently, the faggot, here, has found again his slutty attitude…” – O’Rourke mused, putting his cock back into his pants and grabbing again Kareem by his hair – “And since you asked so nicely, let’s step up to lesson three: sucking your man until he shots his manly cream straight into your mouth!”

With those words, O’Rourke shoved again Kareem’s face on McLaughlin’s cock, that had lost in part its stiffness, but quickly regained vigor, under the furious deep-throating Kareem was forced to give it. Over and over, O’Rourke slammed Kareem’s face on the guard’s groin, faster and faster, rejoicing at Kareem’s loud gurgles and choking sounds.

McLaughlin realized that this time the Captain would’ve not stopped until the end, and desperately tried to concentrate on his task: to cum, as fast as possible, so as to put an end to the suffering of a man who was brave enough to take such a cruel punishment only to spare him from the very same fate. He shut his eyes and recalled his beautiful wife, his big soft breast, his wet welcoming depths, and finally he felt his juices rush through his stiff cock.

“I’m… oohh… I’m gonna cum… NNNGGHH!!” – he moaned, and O’Rourke cruelly pushed Kareem’s head all the way to McLaughlin’s pubes, and firmly kept it there: “Fourth lesson, bitch: no need to swallow, if your man delivers his cream straight to your stomach! Ha ha ha! Drink it! Drink it all, slut!! Ha ha ha!”

Kareem felt his throat stuffed like never; he was so wasted that even his gag reflex had stopped. He tried to resist, but the lack of air was quickly pushing him into the darkness. And then he felt it: a soft, skimpy piece of fabric inside his tight fist, Lance’s thong. The mere idea of going back home and see again Lance’s friendly smile, his colorful shirts and his light-hearted attitude gave him the strength to endure that last torment.

The throbbing cock, buried into his gullet to the last inch, stopped throbbing, and mercifully moved out of his throat. The stale air of the interrogation room felt in his starved lungs like a breath of mountain breeze. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

“Well, slut, you passed your oral exams” – O’Rourke joked – “but with barely decent grades. Practice makes perfect: keep practicing as much as you can and I won’t see you here too frequently, OK? I said: OK, bitch?”

“Y…Yes, Captain…” – Kareem breathed, and his heart leapt in his chest when he heard the sweet words: “Good. Set him free.”

With a practical tone, office Wilde asked: “Should we provide him something to wear?”

O’Rourke thought about it for a moment and then chuckled: “Naaah… Maybe, on his way home, someone gives him the chance to practice a little more! Ha ha ha!”

 

~ Taking the stock of the situation ~

Kareem staggered out of the police headquarter in his shameful birthday suit, and walked to his workplace, as the only clothes he owned were there, in the locker room. Before getting dressed, he took a long shower, trying unsuccessfully to wash the shame and the humiliation he was feeling along with the sweat and the throat slime drooled on his chest.

A shower could hardly make him forget what he had to do, but helped more than he expected. He toweled off and put on his tight t-shirt and his stretch shorts, feeling weird because his junk, without the thong, was even more visible through the stretch fabric. For his strict standards, his cock and balls bulged out in an utterly obscene way… but the Cube’s standards, as he was quickly learning, were much more relaxed.

Exiting the locker room, he saw Perry, the boss, looking at him with a concerned expression: “O’Rourke didn’t go easy on you, did he?”

“Fuck, news travel fast, here…” – Kareem replied, with a faint smile – “I’m fine… sort of. I’ll be fine. I just have to go home and rest. Only, I wonder how they could know so fast what happened during the job interview.”

“News travel fast both ways... It was Harry, the cocksucker next to you in line. He was pissed off that I hired you and not him, and ran to the fucking Sex Police to complain.”

“Fuckin’ bastard. Not only he put me in trouble, but you too! O’Rourke said something about ‘dealing with you’ for offering me a job: expect a visit from the Sex Police sooner or later…”

“They’ve already been here. There was a little riot in this block, and on their way back they kindly paid me a visit” – Perry said, trying to joke about that – “I’m used to it, the Sex Police is an affectionate client of this firm. The regulation nightstick they use is not that bad, to tell the truth… until they shove it in all at once, and then again, and again…”

“Aww, shit… I… I’m so sorry, boss. It’s all my fault. Believe me, I didn’t mean to put you in trouble. Anyway, I understand, don’t worry. I worked less than a day, you don’t owe me anything. Goodbye, boss, take care.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” – Perry exclaimed, grabbing Kareem by his arm – “I told you: I admire you for your determination and your resilience, and fuck me if I’m going to give up on you. And besides, ‘my enemy’s enemy is my friend’, as the saying goes. I expect you to be here on time for your work shift, the day after tomorrow. Take a day to rest. By the way… err… are you really 100% straight? Because I’d love to slip my hand inside those enticing shorts…”

“Ha ha ha!!” – Kareem laughed – “Thank you, boss, I needed a boost to my ego, and I needed even more a good laugh. And above all, thank you for your friendship: god knows I need good friends, here.”

When Kareem, after a walk across the Cube, entered his apartment, Lance smiled wide at him from the dining table, and his gaze immediately focused on his roommate’s crotch: “Are you going commando? Nice!”

Kareem sat in front of him, with a deep frown clouding his handsome features, and extended a hand across the table; when he opened the hand, the ripped thong fell on the wooden surface. Lance became immediately serious: “What happened? Who ripped your thong? Wait… O’Rourke, right?”

Kareem nodded, unwilling to speak about what happened, for the moment. He looked at the thong, lying on the table in tatters, and said: “It’s unfair… I liked that thong…”

“Glad to hear that…” – Lance said in a comforting tone, trying to raise Kareem’s mood – “…because I’ve got a gift for you!”.  He pushed a little bag sitting on the table toward Kareem, who took it with a surprised and childish expression that warmed Lance’s heart. He opened the bag, and there was a pack of six thongs, in different colors; the model was the same as the ripped one, but one size larger.

“I… Lance, I…” – Kareem stuttered, overwhelmed by Lance’s kindness, after the nightmare he had to live. “Wait to thank me” – Lance said, with a friendly smile, and pushed a second bag toward Kareem. Inside, there was a brand new mobile phone, similar to Lance’s.

“I asked the shop owner to set it up, installing all the apps you may need, and I’ve added the numbers you may need: mine, Doc Steven’s, Perry’s… Test it, it’s up and running, your new phone number is on a card in the box. No, no, come on now, Kareem…” – he warmly added, seeing a tear escaping the man’s eye and rolling down his cheek. He stood up, rushed to Kareem and kissed away the tear.

“Oh!” – Lance immediately gasped, standing up – “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”. He couldn’t end the sentence because Kareem, without a word, stood up and held him in a tight bear hug, as if afraid that Lance could vanish in the thin air to never come back.

When they parted, Kareem looked straight at Lance and said: “I wish I was gay, to give you a kiss that neither of us would ever forget…”

Lance breathed: “Aww… This is by far the sweetest thing anyone ever told me…”, and then chuckled: “But… wait, what’s happening down there?”

Kareem looked down and saw his own cock, barely restrained by the thin stretch fabric, thickening and twitching. “Fuck… I always feel horny… Day and night… I don’t know what’s happening to me, I constantly feel on fire…!”

“I know what’s happening to you” – Lance said seriously – “Take a seat, we have to talk. I met… someone who told me that O’Rourke has tricked the A.I. into adding a powerful stimulant to your daily pill. It was him, also, to block the delivery of your stuff, your phone and your initial financial balance. And then kindly ‘suggested’ to all the businesses here to never give you a job.”

“Fuck… That son of a bitch! Are you sure?”

“More than sure. Perhaps your initial guess, that O’Rourke wanted you to sell your body for a living was not that wrong…”

“It’s not just that” – Kareem said with passion, putting together some elements – “I told you that O’Rourke received orders to break me, and turn me into a gay man: O’Rourke wants me to throw myself headlong into gay sex, making it as much as possible with as many men as possible. And if I do it for money, all the better! Think about it: the modified medication makes me hornier than ever, and through my bio-chip he knows when I have sex and when I refuse to do it. And when I refuse or do it reluctantly, he comes to me and… teaches me how to… err… service a man.”

Lance watched Kareem with wide eyes: “What you mean… teach you?”

“On my first day, he knew I was straight and virgin, and he made the ‘throne’ split wide my ass, he called it the ‘grand opening’; he was preparing me to passive anal sex! And he also forced me to cum while being fucked, making me think that I was enjoying it. Then, yesterday, at the job interview, Perry asked me to suck him, I had to really force myself to do it, and of course the… results were less than acceptable, for a gay man. And today, O’Rourke came to me and… and he… taught me how to suck a cock.”

Lance was aghast: “My goodness…! It was… horrible, wasn’t it?”

“More than horrible, I thought I would pass out. But then… now don’t laugh… I thought of you waiting for me at home, with your bright smile and your caring attitude, and it gave me the strength to endure O’Rourke’s torment.”

“…And this is the second sweetest thing anyone ever said to me” – Lance murmured, moved, and then sighed and sat up on the chair: “We have to focus on your situation, we need to understand O’Rourke plans and find out who gave him orders about you. Let’s start with this question: why are you here? You’re straight, no doubts about it, the Cube is not your place. And yet you’re here. Someone very powerful must’ve wanted to get rid of you. Do you have enemies, outside?”

“Not that I know of” – Kareem replied, surprised – “I worked for a P.R. firm, and though our clients were often politicians, I’ve never done anything that could ever piss off either my clients or their opponents. I wasn’t that high on the totem pole, to tell the truth, and I always worked in team. No, I exclude that someone sent me here as a revenge for something. May it be that the A.I. just made a mistake?”

“Don’t be silly, the A.I. doesn’t makes such macroscopic mistakes, labelling a straight man as gay and sending him to the Cube for life. No, it’s impossible. The A.I. starts reading our bio-chips since we’re eight year old, and goes on storing tons of information about us, including detailed records about our sexual activities, what we do and with whom we do it. There can’t be mistakes. But be totally honest: have you ever, in your entire life, done… anything with a guy?”

Kareem blushed a little and glanced around, nervously: “Well, once… I was sixteen… I masturbated a friend, and he masturbated me. Does… does it make me… gay?”

Lance flashed a warm, comforting smile, seeing Kareem scared that a single mutual hand-job when he was a teen could mean he was gay: “No, Kareem. It doesn’t make you gay. Most of the male teens explore their sexuality with their male friends, it’s natural. I’m quite sure the A.I. correctly considers these experiments as harmless. I wish we could see the info about you stored in the A.I., but we both know it’s classified information.”

“So, we’re back to square one…” – Kareem sighed – “I exclude that someone willingly sent me here, and you exclude that the A.I. could’ve made a mistake. Then, why on earth am I here?”

The question bounced on the walls for a while, but no one answered it.

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In the next chapter: Kareem can finally have a worry-free leisure day. Lance takes him shopping for new clothes; then, he brings Kareem to a very special place, where the straight stud can hopefully vent his repressed sexual tension.