C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 30: REAPING THE WHIRLWIND ≈

---

Who’s Who in this 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.

---

~ The fallen Captain ~

“Welcome to your nightmare… Captain.” – Sean said with a menacing tone; and O’Rourke, stripped naked and locked into the cell with his buddies Reeves and Wilde, felt a shiver down his spine, but reacted with his usual arrogance: “That threatening tone doesn’t suit a sissy boy like you!”

McLaughlin shot at the Captain a steely glare and moved closer to the bars of the cell, holding his taser; O’Rourke looked back at him with a defiant expression: he was sure that McLaughlin, the kind, righteous McLaughlin, would’ve never actually pulled the trigger.

But McLaughlin did it. The weapon shot its electrified head that automatically gripped on O’Rourke’s naked skin and released a powerful surge of electricity that made the Captain howl for the pain and squirm uncontrollably, until he fell to the floor.

“Wise up, O’Rourke” – Sean said in a cold tone, releasing the trigger – “For years I’ve silently accepted any vexation from you; I had to, because staying here was the only way for me to investigate on my father’s death. But as you can see, our positions are reversed, now, and you’d better obey my orders immediately and without questioning.”

Sean clicked a button on the taser, and it automatically retracted the head, ready to shoot again. “Next time I’ll aim to your balls and I’ll fry them until you’ll sing with a white voice. Got the message, Captain?”

O’Rourke painfully rose to his unsteady feet and shot a hateful glance at McLaughlin, without uttering a single word.

“I said: got the message, Captain??” – Sean repeated with restrained fury, his index finger twitching on the trigger. He liked keeping calling O’Rourke with his former title, because it made more painful, for the arrogant cop, to submit to his former subordinate.

“Yes.” – O’Rourke finally said, lowering his gaze. He was fuming, but he had no choice.

“Good. Then, get on your knees and suck Wilde’s cock.”

O’Rourke opened wide his eyes and yelled: “You can’t order me that! I’m a man, for fuck’s sake!”

“You should’ve thought before sowing the wind, Captain!” – Sean replied with an icy tone that sent chills down O’Rourke’s spine – “Now it’s time for you to reap the whirlwind, and believe me, it’ll be an F5 tornado! Don’t let me repeat it! On. Your. Knees!”

“The fuck I’m doing it!” – O’Rourke yelled – “And you can zap me with your fuckin’ taser to death, but I’m not giving head to another man for the life of me!”

Sean stood still for a long moment, as he didn’t expect O’Rourke to be such a hard-ass; he was about to pull again the trigger, when Gary, the bulkiest of the Romano brothers, said: “Sir, let me.”

The muscular cop unlocked the door to the cell and went in. He forcefully pushed O’Rourke’s down to his knees, winning the Captain’s strenuous resistance, and made a commanding gesture to Officer Wilde: “You heard the Captain, come here! Now! And don’t you dare to utter a single word!”

“No! Stay there!” – O’Rourke barked to Wilde, but his commanding expression morphed into a grimace of pain when Gary tightened his strong grip on his shoulder. Wilde hesitated, but only for a moment: when O’Rourke was the powerful, merciless Captain of the Cube, Wilde was always ready to serve and please him without questioning; but now the Captain had fallen, and he didn’t dare to disobey the commanding Gary.

With a fearful glance at the kneeling Captain, Wilde quickly moved closer, modestly trying to cover his nudity, as the idea of being sucked by a man disgusted him to his bones. True, under O’Rourke’s command Wilde and Reeves had sometimes done something… less than totally straight, while sexually tormenting the prisoners; but neither of them had ever had a true sexual contact with another man.

“I… I’m afraid I can’t do much…” – Wilde murmured, ashamed, looking down at his totally limp manhood, but Gary flashed a mischievous grin: “It’s the bitch’s duty to make her man ready…”

With those words, Gary grabbed O’Rourke’s hair and shoved his head against Wilde’s crotch: “Open your mouth, bitch! You know what to do! If in three minutes your buddy is not rock-hard, I’ll shove my taser up your ass!”

O’Rourke reluctantly opened his lips, just a bit, and gave a quick lick at the tip of Wilde’s cock, discovering for the first time the taste of a man. He made a grimace of disgust, not for the taste itself, but for the humiliating act he was forced to do. He felt Gary’s grip on his hair getting tighter, and gave up, opened his mouth wider and took Wilde’s entire flaccid cock into his mouth.

He started sucking hard, as the time was ticking, and he knew that Gary would’ve done what he threatened. Being zapped on the torso had been painful enough, he didn’t want to discover how much more painful would’ve been being zapped on his man hole. He placed his hands on Wilde’s glutes and started bobbing his head back and forth, sucking hard, doing his best to make the guy hard as quickly as possible. Wilde stood still, with his eyes shut and his head turned sideways, as if this way he could escape the disgusting and yet exciting feeling of having a man’s mouth servicing him with such urgency and dedication.

Quickly, Wilde’s cock grew thicker and longer, sporting no less than seven good inches of throbbing man-meat, and O’Rourke focused on the mushroom head, rolling his tongue around the sensitive corona and using his hand to massage the hard shaft.

“Good boy…” – Sean commented with a mocking tone from outside the cell – “Don’t neglect your man’s balls, bitch!”

O’Rourke didn’t need any ‘help’ by Gary to immediately move his lips along Wilde’s shaft down to his large hairy balls; he tried to open his mouth wide enough to take the entire scrotum, but it was just too big, so he sucked one plump gonad into his mouth, bathing the hairy wrinkled skin with his saliva, to then move on to the other.

“Mhh…” – Wilde briefly moaned, but he immediately shut his mouth, forcing himself to a total silence: he couldn’t, he didn’t want to enjoy what O’Rourke was doing to him, they were both men! And yet, the Captain’s tongue and his strong hand were making him feel a guilty pleasure he just couldn’t resist to.

O’Rourke, after sucking Wilde’s balls for a while, stroking his cock, moved back to the head, engulfing the stiff rod with his mouth, as deep as he could without choking; but he couldn’t suppress some gags and some gurgles, as he’d never taken anything, much less a man’s cock, so deep into his mouth.

Unseen by O’Rourke, Gary looked at Sean, who silently nodded, with a knowing glance.

“Do you call it servicing your man, bitch?” – Gary said aloud – “This is how it’s done!”

With a powerful push, Gary shoved O’Rourke’s head toward Wilde’s crotch, forcing the Captain to take the guy’s cock into his mouth, to the last inch. O’Rourke gagged hard, his eyes bulging out, but he couldn’t evade the hard rod forcing open his unexperienced throat muscles, breaking into his gullet.

“Now there’s no way back” – Gary mused with a lascivious grin – “Once you take a man’s cock all the way down your throat, you’re a whore, a cocksucker! How do you like it being a true, cock-hungry bitch, Captain?”

O’Rourke was beet red for the shame and the lack of air, and Sean silently signaled to Gary to give him some rest. Gary pulled hard on the Captain’s hair, forcing his head to tilt back, and O’Rourke sucked in a long, ragged breath, looking up at Gary with bloodshot eyes. For a long moment they locked eyes, until O’Rourke’s breath became more regular.

Gary’s mouth distended in a vicious grin and O’Rourke pleaded him with coarse voice: “No more… Please, no more…”. Sean remembered when Kareem and himself, in the same situation, ardently begged O’Rourke to stop, to no avail; and replied with fake outrage: “What? Do you want to leave your man unsatisfied and throbbing like this? Suck him off, like the good whore you are!”

Gary took his cue and shoved again O’Rourke’s head onto Wilde’s throbbing member; but this time he pushed and pulled the Captain’s head, making the wide engorged helmet crash into his throat over and over. O’Rourke knew that the torture would’ve gone on until Wilde’s orgasm, so he brushed his hands up the guy’s torso, until he felt his firm, meaty nipples under his fingers, and started titillating and pinching them with eagerness.

“Aww… Nnngghh…” – Wilde moaned loud, succumbing to the additional pleasure, trying to stop himself, a man under any respect, from squirming like his girls used to do when he worked their tits. But much to his horror, he felt his own body react to the powerful, excruciating stimulation and began shaking his head: “No… Captain, no… I can’t hold… AWWW… FUUUCK!!”

Wilde stiffened, in the throes of his climax, and Gary kept O’Rourke’s face still, far enough from Wilde’s crotch to let the guy’s cock head rest on O’Rourke’s tongue, thus forcing him to savor the manly juice flooding his mouth.

“Let a single drop go wasted and you know what awaits you” – Gary growled, holding tight O’Rourke’s head with both hands, and the Captain shut his eyes, with a grimace of disgust, while his entire being revolted against the idea of drinking a man’s seed; but in the end, with a supreme effort, he gulped down the slick semen, and then had to do it again, and again, because Wilde was shooting into his unwilling mouth what seemed a gallon of man-juice.

When everything was mercifully over, Gary humiliated O’Rourke one last time: “Open your mouth, let me check if you have swallowed it all!”. O’Rourke had to comply, and only then Gary released his steely grip on his hair: “Good bitch. Captain McLaughlin, sir, do you need this man to perform his whorish duties on Reeves, too?”

“Naah…” – Sean chuckled – “He’d have too a hard time finding his tiny prick! Thanks, Romano, you can come out now.”

The bulky officer exited the cell and locked the door; then, at a nod of Sean’s head, they all headed to the door. Before going out, he turned to O’Rourke: “Farewell, for now, Captain. Enjoy your stay. Oh, and feel free to service your buddies as many times as you like. Or as many times as they want you to: like Romano said, once a whore, always a whore…”

Sean went away, and O’Rourke silently looked at the sturdy door of the brig closing behind him; he felt a shiver down his spine, knowing that what he’d just been forced to do was only the tip of the iceberg. In all likely, he was soon going to reap a fucking F5 tornado…

 

~ Hate and scruples ~

McLaughlin marched out of the brig, followed by the Romano brothers and young Lin-Wo, but walking along the hallway his steps slowed down and then halted. His face was a mask of marble. “Sir… Do you need us to do something else?” – Lin-Wo asked, and Sean shook his head and replied with restrained voice: “Dismissed.”

“Is everything OK, sir?” – Rod Romano asked, and Sean angrily turned around: “I said dismissed!”

Glancing at each other, the three cops quickly disappeared down the corridor, and Sean entered the Captain’s office, and heavily sat at the desk. Earlier, in the brig, he kept a dominant, confident attitude, but now he felt his guts churning. He hated O’Rourke, he hated that man with every fiber of his being! And yet, forcing him to suck another man, making him drink his manly seed, had been unsettling. It takes an evil man to rejoice in another man’s pain and humiliation; it takes someone like O’Rourke. But Sean wasn’t O’Rourke, he didn’t feel any pleasure while looking at the straight Captain performing that sexual act against nature, he didn’t feel powerful while exerting his authority over the captive men locked in the cell.

And yet, his heart screamed for vengeance, for all the horrible things O’Rourke made to him, to Kareem, to Lance… and above all to his father! The evil former Captain badly deserved a punishment, deserved to be humiliated, broken, destroyed! But Sean wasn’t sure he had the inner strength to go all the way, to do what had to be done and, ultimately, avenge his father and his friends. And himself.

“Fuck!!” – Sean yelled, hitting the desk with his punch. He rose to his feet and walked out to the hallway, slowly moving to the interrogation room. He needed to remind himself how evil O’Rourke was, how badly he deserved to suffer.

He shot a glance around, at the deserted room whose bare walls still echoed with the screams of pain of the many prisoners who were tortured there. Sean’s eyes fixated on the ‘throne’, the wicked device O’Rourke had used on Kareem, on his first day at the Cube. Sean cringed, thinking back at that day, when the throne’s mindless dildo forcefully split open Kareem’s virgin hole, while the vicious cock pump forced him to stay hard and to cum against his will.

Wasn’t fair enough that O’Rourke, after inflicting that torture to Kareem, tasted his own medicine? Wasn’t only right that Sean used that same evil device to break O’Rourke, making him scream out of his lungs for the pain?

But didn’t those walls already witness too much suffering? Didn’t too many screams of pain already echo in that room? Did any man, no matter how evil, really deserve to be violated in his deepest intimacy in such a cruel, debasing way?

Sean, with his eyes fixated on the throne, shook his head, because he didn’t know the answer to those questions. But suddenly he knew who could answer them.

With slow, grave steps, he exited the interrogation room and headed back to the brig. When he entered the detention room, alone, O’Rourke immediately rose from the bed and stood up, close to the cell bars, silently looking at him.

Sean stopped in front of the cell and for a long moment looked at O’Rourke straight in the eyes. “Many things are going to change here, Captain” – Sean said in a pensive tone – “For instance, I decided to dismantle the throne. I understand it’s a good instrument of… persuasion, that can greatly help when interrogating the prisoners, but… I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’ve never been in your shoes, Captain; I’ve never had my hand on that big red activation button, I’ve never… exerted such a total power over another man.”

He paused, and O’Rourke kept looking at him in silence. “But I’ve looked at you, Captain. Believe it or not, I wanted to learn from you, and I looked at you while you interrogated the prisoners. And now that I’m the new Captain, I think I understand. I know what you felt while looking at prisoner, tightly fastened to the throne, squirm in fear, his skin getting covered with cold sweat. I understand what you felt while pressing the activation button, visualizing in your mind the stiff, thick dildo effortlessly penetrating his virgin ass, totally oblivious of the pain it was causing.”

“You felt powerful, you felt invincible, you had the prisoner’s life into your very hands, didn’t you? Even his most intimate bodily functions, his orgasms, were in your hands. In that moment, the prisoner is nothing, a doll into your hands, and his screams only add to the sense of dominance. It’s exhilarating! And when the prisoner is forced to cum, once, twice, even three times in a row… ahh… don’t you feel like… like God?”

O’Rourke was puzzled. He didn’t know why Sean was telling him those things. But damn, he seemed to have read into his mind. Using the throne was the ultimate instrument of dominance over another man!

Sean’s gaze moved from O’Rourke’s eyes down to his crotch, where his veiny cock was twitching, semi-hard, clearly inspired by the suggestive way he’d purposely described the hideous torments of the throne. The fake knowing grin on Sean’s face morphed to an icy, reproaching expression: “You gave me the answers I was looking for, Captain. You liked it, it’s more than obvious! Look at you! Even now, just remembering what you did to your victims – not ‘prisoners’, ‘victims’! – gives you a sexual arousal! You’re sick, man. I feel the utmost disgust for you!”

 

~ Merciless pleasure ~

Sean tapped on his phone, and in few seconds the Romano brothers barged into the brig: “At your command, sir!”

“Take O’Rourke to the interrogation room. Tie him to the throne. Tight. He’s soon going to find out how pleasurable can be that wicked device.”

“Sir, yes sir!” – the Romanos replied, and quickly did as ordered. They roughly pulled O’Rourke out of the cell and escorted him to the interrogation room, painfully twisting his arms behind his back; when there, they forced the Captain to sit on the throne and efficiently fastened the many leather restraints around hid body, immobilizing him.

Sean entered the interrogation room and looked straight at the Captain, who was squirming on the throne, unable to move around more than half an inch. “Good job, guys” – Sean said in a cold tone, looking straight into O’Rourke’s eyes – “Now attach the cock pump. Use plenty of lube, we don’t want the Captain to feel too much discomfort, right?”

The cops took the metal tube connected to the throne by a short flexible hose, filled it with lube and unceremoniously shoved it over O’Rourke’s flaccid cock.

Sean placed his hand on the big red activation button, ready to press it, while still locking eyes with O’Rourke. The Captain didn’t say anything, but Sean saw his arrogance crumble under the mounting fear; his mouth was shut, but his eyes silently pleaded him to spare him this torture. Sean tried to recall the hate he felt toward O’Rourke, tried to remember the many hideous tortures he inflicted to Kareem and many other inmates, and tried to convince himself that torturing O’Rourke was the right thing to do.

But Sean wasn’t like O’Rourke. Thinking of the thick dildo ripping away O’Rourke’s anal virginity, mindlessly, emotionlessly, suddenly felt a monstrosity to Sean. Unseen by anyone, he pressed a small switch on the control panel, deactivating the dildo, and then slammed his hand on the big red button.

A powerful suction instantly forced O’Rourke’s cock to reach a straining, painful erection, while the million tiny silicon ‘feathers’ inside the tube started titillating the entire length of the rock-hard shaft, especially focusing on the sensitive glans. “AAAAAARRGGHH!!!” – O’Rourke screamed, succumbing under the unbearable mix of pain and pleasure that the vacuum device was forcing him to feel.

“Oh God… It’s too much… It’s too much!!!” – the Captain said with coarse voice, between the ragged breaths, but Sean watched him in silence. His face was a mask of stone. Once, Kareem had told him what it felt, having his cock sucked by that wicked tube: it was like every nerve of his cock was stimulated at once, causing a cruel, merciless pleasure that had nothing to do with sex. It was like the machine was forcefully drawing the pleasure out of his loins, in such a powerful way that he feared the upcoming orgasm.

And that fear was exactly what was painted on O’Rourke’s face in that moment. “No… Stop it, McLaughlin… I can’t hold back…! Please, stop it! Nnnngghh…. GGGGHHAAAA!!”

Firmly restrained on the throne, O’Rourke stiffened and shut his eyes, his mind numbed by the most intense, wrecking orgasm he’d ever felt, while his cock spurted volley after thick volley of man cream down the eager vacuuming tube. His screams echoed on the walls, mixing with the echoes of the many similar screams uttered by the prisoners, including Kareem, experiencing that very same excruciating pleasure. But the forced orgasm was always too quick and too rough to really give any pleasure to the restrained men.

O’Rourke’s screams lowered to a ragged whine, while the last drops of sperm were forcefully sucked away from his cock; but the powerful sucking didn’t stop, as much as didn’t stop the exquisite stimulation provided by the million wicked feathers.

“I’m done…!” – O’Rourke begged, feeling the pleasure quickly turning into a post-orgasm discomfort – “Oh God, I’m done! Enough!! ENOUUUUGGHH!!”

The Romano brothers looked at Sean, silently asking if the Captain’s torment was going to end, but Sean didn’t move a single muscle, he stood there like a statue of marble, his eyes fixated on the suffering Captain: “Suck his nipples”.

The cops hesitated a bit, feeling uncomfortable at sucking a man’s tits, but they trusted Sean’s judgement and complied. When O’Rourke felt the cops’ slick tongues sensually dancing on his sensitive nipples, went wild, but the mindless machine went on sucking his cock like no human mouth could possibly do, and the cops went on titillating the Captain’s man-tits with their tongues and fingers, relentlessly, hardening their heart and trying to ignore his pleas to stop.

It didn’t take long until a second, even more powerful climax exploded into O’Rourke’s groin, and again the leather restraints held him in position, without letting him escape the vicious torment. More jets of thick man juice were powerfully sucked out of the Captain’s overstimulated cock and quickly disappeared down the plastic hose with an intermittent slurping sound.

“No more, McLaughlin…” – O’Rourke said with coarse voice, looking at Sean with wet eyes – “Do you want… nnngghh!!... to hear me begging? I… aww fuuuuck!... I’m begging you… Stop it! GAWD!!! Stop it, McLaughlin!!”

The Romanos raised their faces from O’Rourke’s chest drenched with sweat and asked: “Sir… Are you going to stop the throne?”

Sean looked at the squirming Captain with a completely emotionless expression: “Not until he faints. Come, let’s go to my office. The Captain is a tough man, it will take him five or six orgasms until his mind goes blank. It’ll take a long time…”

The cops respectfully nodded and headed to the door, giving one last worried glance at the restrained Captain; only when both cops had gone out, Sean slowly moved to follow them. While he was closing the door of the interrogation room, O’Rourke yelled in horror: “McLaughlin, please!! NNNGGHH!! You can’t do this to me!!”

Sean stopped for a moment, turned around and replied: “Hell yes, I can.”

And the heavy door slammed close.

-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

In the next chapter: Sean McLaughlin is overcome by his responsibilities and Kareem helps in more than one way. Talking to Sean, Kareem reveals how deep are the sentiments he feels for Lance; then, back home, he tells the same things to his lover… but without using words.