≈ Ch. 35: COMPLETE DABASEMENT ≈
Who’s Who in this chapter
Kareem ventures into ‘The Barren’, the infamous unfinished corner of the 2nd Floor where other rules than the Law apply; there, at the Seedy Sip Tavern, he gets disconcerting news from a mysterious man. The day after, O’Rourke gets the ultimate punishment that seals his complete debasement.
~ The rules of ‘The Barren’ ~
“The Barren?? Why on earth should you go there, Kareem?” – Sean McLaughlin exclaimed, worried – “It’s not a safe place to visit, especially at night.”
“I know, Lance already told me that” – Kareem replied, serious – “but I have to meet someone who may have important information regarding my situation. I must know. The rendezvous is tonight, at 10 PM: I understand that your work shift ends earlier, but if it’s as dangerous as you say, maybe you could come with me, no one would attack a cop.”
“I can’t come with you, nor I can send an officer to escort you. First off, whoever is the mysterious man, he’d flee as soon as he sees a cop. But the main reason is another one. The Barren… is a special place, other rules than the Law apply to it. It’s been like this ever since this Cube was built. You see, there’s an… unwritten agreement that so far guests and policemen have complied with, without exceptions: whatever happens there, whatever illegal substances are produced and sold there, whatever illegal activities take place there, they must stay there; in exchange, cops just don’t enter the Barren, no matter what. They have their own ‘security service’, if we want to call it like that, and in all these years nothing major had ever been reported; yeah, there have been a few rapes, a few robberies, more than a few brawls, but the Police never received a single complaint, because those who go there know well the risks they’re taking.”
“Uhm. OK, I understand” – Kareem said gravely – “Can you give me some… tips?”
“Wear something dull and unattractive, don’t look straight at people, change direction if someone moves toward you, and don’t be ashamed to run away, if you are in trouble. The ‘official’ boundaries of the Barren are Ni Avenue and 16th Street: if you get there, no one can chase you anymore.”
That night, ignoring Lance’s pleas to desist, Kareem climbed up to the 2nd Floor and walked to the Rowdy Hole; he turned around the block and noticed that most of the buildings were unfinished, and the night illumination became dimmer. He cautiously turned onto Omicron Avenue and an ample bare space, completely undeveloped, opened in front of his eyes; an endless concrete surface ran up to the closing walls of the Cube. The only two buildings located in the middle of the depressing plain were two wooden barracks, clearly not the work of the original builders of the Cube.
According to Lance’s directions, the closer of the two was the Seedy Sip, and Kareem cautiously started walking towards it, moving away from the unfinished building he’d been hiding behind so far. He hadn’t walked more than a few yards when he heard a harsh voice from his back: “Look who’s there! Mr. Straight Stud himself! Are you lost, beautiful ass cheeks?”
Kareem gasped and turned around, alarmed, and immediately recognized the three men chasing him: they were the three thugs who once fucked him silly, at the Police station, as per O’Rourke’s order. “Leave me alone” – Kareem growled, quickly assessing the situation and getting ready to defend himself. “Yeah, as soon as you let us taste again your wonderful tight ass!” – the tallest of the three replied, coming closer and extending a hand to reach to Kareem’s buttocks.
He was so engrossed in Kareem’s enticing features that didn’t even see the fist that hit him right on his cheekbone, sending him sprawled to the floor, unconscious.
The other two thugs reacted immediately and assaulted Kareem; a brawl broke out, and Kareem did his best to give as much as he got, but in the end he was immobilized by one thug, who painfully twisted his arms behind his back. The other thug, a short but well-built Mexican, stood in front of him and spat on his own fist: “Too bad I’ll have to ruin your handsome features…”
He moved to shoot a punch, but someone behind him hit him on the head with a blazing high kick, and then another powerful kick hit the thug on the belly, making him fall to the floor with a soundly “Whoof!”
Kareem looked at the stranger, and was surprised to see that he was quite skinny and short; the guy was wearing loose black clothes and his face was fully covered by a black ski mask.
The tall man who first got Kareem’s punch rose on his feet and tried to attack the stranger, who moved quickly, like a sort of ninja, kicking hard the thug on his knee and making him fall again to the floor, howling for the pain; and then the stranger pounced on him and pinned him to the ground, choking him with a deadly grip on his throat.
The third guy, the one holding Kareem, was so scared that he ran away and disappeared toward the Rowdy Hole, immediately followed by the Mexican. The tall guy, immobilized, looked at the stranger with wide eyes, as if he was utterly surprised, and murmured: “You’re a cop…!”
“You wish!” – the stranger replied with a high-pitched voice, and tightened his grip, until the man whined: “Are… you… going to kill me?”
“You know that The Barren wouldn’t tolerate it” – the stranger replied, releasing his grip – “Now go, and if you or your buddies ever see again this man, change direction.”
The thug stood up and run away, and the stranger turned to Kareem: “You too, go! Now!”
Kareem fled away, as the stranger clearly didn’t want to be thanked, nor was inclined to chat. After a quick run across the bare concrete ground, Kareem got to the wooden barrack bearing a hand-painted “Seedy Sip” sign on it and headed to its door.
~ The Seedy Sip ~
“You’re new here, uh?” – said a bulky man guarding the door – “Strip”.
“What?” – Kareem exclaimed, outraged. “Only one piece of clothing is allowed” – the Hulk replied, annoyed – “so we’re sure you’re not bringing anything dangerous inside. Strip.”
Kareem sighed and stripped to his underwear; but then, on a second thought, he took away his underwear and put back on the shorts: “You said one piece of clothing, right? Now, may I go in? I’m late.”
“What’s the hurry?” – the man replied with a roguish smirk – “I have to frisk you. Stand still, hands on your head, legs apart and don’t say a single word!”
Kareem thought better than to argue with the mountain of muscles and patiently assumed the position, expecting the man to pat his shorts or something, but he actually placed both beefy hands on Kareem’s chest and started brushing his palms over the hairy pecs, uttering a low growl of pleasure.
“I… I’m bare-chested, what’s to frisk there…?”
“How impatient…” – the man mused, sliding one hand down, under the waistband, reaching to Kareem’s manhood and taking a good handful of it. Kareem was about to protest, but the man shushed him: “I said not a single word…!”
Kareem had no choice but to silently accept the unwelcome fondling, and he bravely kept his lips sealed when the man pinched his nipple while fondling his cock and balls in the most sensual way. Apparently, he wanted Kareem to respond to the sexual stimulation, but when he realized that nothing was happening into Kareem’s pants, he withdrew his hands and huffed: “Fuck, you’re as straight as they say…!”
“Do you know me?” – Kareem asked, surprised, and the man winked at him: “Everyone knows about the sexy straight stud walking the streets of the Cube! Glad to have made your… acquaintance. You may enter, now.”
True to its name, the tavern was seedy indeed. Uneven floorboards, chipped wooden tables, rickety chairs, dirt everywhere and a stench of sweat, beer, rotten wood and, undoubtedly, sperm. A long wooden bar was placed on the opposite wall, and a few wooden tables were scattered on the floor.
Less than a dozen customers were sitting at the bar or at the tables, and all of them were shirtless and wore only shorts or their underwear. A couple men wore leather thongs that left their buttock in full sight and leather armbands. Kareem glanced around uneasy, trying to guess who was the man he had to meet, but he didn’t seem to recognize anyone; but there was only one man sitting alone: he took a closer look at him, as he seemed familiar.
Kareem sat to his table without asking for permission and looked straight at him: “I remember you…”
“Really?” – the man replied, amused – “Then you have a very good memory!”
“You are the guard who brought me here, on the day I was arrested.”
“I should be flattered” – the man replied, uneasy – “but in a place like this, stripped to my underwear, I don’t feel particularly flattered if a man remembers me after looking at me only once, months ago”.
“Wait… have you been unjustly locked into the Cube, too, though being straight?”
“You can do better than that, Mr. Bashir…”
“You… You…” – Kareem gasped, lowering his voice to a whisper – “You come from outside!”
“Bingo. You created quite a fuss out there, with your initial ‘death’ in a plane accident, your message sent (god knows how) through a centuries-old network, your friend at the P.R. firm moving heaven and earth to denounce your unjust detention; and then came the sudden arrest or Triple-A Archer, the revelation of the secret dossiers stored in the A.I., the arrest of your Captain and two cops… which I guess are somehow your work, did I guess right?”
Kareem didn’t reply, and after a pause the man went on: “Rumor has it that the same people (whom I’m not going to name) who eagerly signed for your arrest back then, are now working with equal eagerness to get you out of here. Your case has become too widely known to be kept secret, and someone is now trying to play the champion of justice, to make people forget their past mistakes. Expect to see again the sun, anytime soon.”
It took a few moments to Kareem to find again his voice: “And w… what if I want to stay here?”
The man looked at Kareem in disbelief and then muffled a laughter: “Come on! You’re as straight as me, you can’t seriously prefer to live here, surrounded by a bunch of horny faggots! Ha ha ha! Your fiancée Beverly can’t wait to hug you again… and you know what I mean with ‘hug’! Ha ha ha!”
“You’re disgusting” – Kareem said coldly – “Go back to where you came from, and tell them that I’m not going anywhere.”
The man slowly stood up, took the last sip of his beer and placed the empty glass on the dirty table: “I’m afraid you don’t have any say in this matter. Goodbye Mr. Bashir. Oh, and mind you: you never saw me here, OK?”
Back home, Kareem related to Lance everything happened in the Barren, the attack by the thugs, the unexpected and timely rescue by the black-dressed guy, the weird ‘frisking’ he got at the Seedy Sip and the aggravating, almost disturbing chat he had with the cop coming from outside.
Lance listened to Kareem in silence, while the frown on his face became deeper and deeper.
“You are upset…” – Kareem commented with great tenderness, after he finished his recount, and Lance shrugged his shoulders, trying to evade Kareem’s gaze. Kareem wore an affectionate smile and hugged Lance tight, lovingly caressing his hair: “I know you warned me that the Barren was dangerous, but I told you, the thugs didn’t hurt me, if that’s what is making you upset…”
“It’s been a tough day” – Lance replied, talking into Kareem’s welcoming chest – “Taking part in O’Rourke’s torture was horrible, and then you went to the Barren, and I was so anxious…”
“You’re such a pure soul, Lance. I wish I could say the same about myself: seeing O’Rourke suffer gave me an evil joy that I wished I didn’t feel. I was not like that, before being arrested. O’Rourke… changed me, he forced me to delve deep into myself and take out the toughest and most merciless part of me. I had to, or he would’ve broken me. But he changed me in a way I hate, and this is what I really can’t forgive him. I’m not done with him, and tomorrow he'll get the rest, and then again, and again, until… until…”
“Until… what?” – Lance said, raising his gaze to look at Kareem – “Until he rewinds the time and undoes what he did to you? That will never happen. You’re still a wonderful man, Kareem, you’re a tender lover, you’re strong and protective, and there’s nothing I’d change of you. O’Rourke didn’t make you a worse man, he made you stronger. How long can you go on taking revenge on him?”
“If you’re suggesting I should let him go and stop punishing him, I can’t do it. I’m not sure how it happened, but since we took O’Rourke, Wilde and Reeves at the Police station, people started… regarding me as a leader, they relied on my judgment, respected my decisions, even when I stated that Wilde had not to be punished. And I embraced that role, I felt I owed it to the Cube, to return in part what I got from it. The people of the Cube expect me to make O’Rourke suffer. I can’t fail them, and I’ll go on doing what’s best for them until…”
Kareem shut his mouth, but the end of his sentence was as clear as he had spoken it aloud: “…until I’m here.”
Lance silently nodded, tightening his grip around Kareem’s waist, and then pleaded with a thin voice: “Can we sleep together, tonight? Keep me in your arms all night long, make me feel protected and loved, like only you can…”
“My sweet Lance… Are you afraid I’ll go away and leave you alone? It won’t happen, I said it clear to that man at the Seedy Sip. Come, let’s go to sleep. And I will hold you in my arms all night long. All life long, if you want me to.”
~ Triple-A’s wicked revenge ~
The day after, late in the morning, Kareem and Lance went again to the Rowdy Hole. Kareem was impatient to get there, and Lance reluctantly followed him through the streets of the Cube, up to the 2nd Floor. When they entered the place, O’Rourke and Reeves were already there, standing in a corner, stark naked; many guests were already filling the wide room, but no one had touched the two cops, so far: they were clearly waiting for Kareem to take again the lead. Lance, without being noticed, hid again behind the counter and set down to the floor, and was surprised to see Archer already there, holding the bio-chip controller in his hands.
“Good morning, my handsome Lance” – Archer said with an almost amused tone, handing the device to Lance, who shook his head: “I can’t do it, Aldritch. I can’t operate again that wicked device. I hate O’Rourke, and in the past I wished he could die; but yesterday, forcing him to get hard and to cum on command, knowing that his mind was screaming in horror… made me feel sick, like I was hitting the bottom of my soul. I can’t do it again…”
“You don’t have to do anything. Starting with today, he’ll do everything by himself. I’m afraid I’m a bit more vengeful than you are, as he destroyed my life, sending me here. Oh, I’m not talking about my personal life: as I said, it was a collateral damage. But he forced me to part from the A.I., the only thing that really counts. No one knows the A.I. better than me, the A.I. needs me, and I can’t forgive O’Rourke for putting the entire Union at risk just to save his ass.”
Lance didn’t say anything, thinking for the millionth time that Aldritch was too full of himself… or at least he hoped so.
“Anyway, this little device can do wonders, in the right hands. Look…”
Aldritch pressed a button and after a few seconds a message appeared on the display: “Bio-chip reprogrammed.”
Lance was about to ask for an explanation, but Aldritch rose to his feet and made his presence known to the crowd that in the meantime had filled the Rowdy Hole. O’Rourke opened his eyes wide: “Archer??”
“Are you surprised to see me here, Captain? You shouldn’t. After all, it was you who sent me here…”
“Have you come to witness my debasement?” – O’Rourke growled, ruefully.
“I’ve come to make you witness your own debasement. Because, you see, I couldn’t help but notice how enthusiastically you reacted to having your hole destroyed, yesterday. And I noticed what great pleasure gave you having your tits manhandled. You’re a natural man-whore, O’Rourke: I recognize it when I see one. You live for having your hole stretched by a manly cock, and the bigger the better. You can’t get enough of having your nipples squeezed and tickled: the lightest touch makes you drool like the bitch you are.”
“Fuck you!” – O’Rourke bellowed, shooting a warlike glance at Aldritch – “I’m a real man, and you know it well! Your beloved A.I. has an entire memory bank filled with the countless pussies I’ve drilled and the gallons of manly seed I’ve shot into them!”
“If so, Mr. Real Man, tell me about this…”
With a swift move, Aldritch forced O’Rourke to turn around and grabbed his chest from behind; his fingers started flicking on O’Rourke’s meaty nipples, while O’Rourke yelled obscenities, trying to get free from Aldritch’s grip. But suddenly his voice started trembling, while his cock got thicker and a thin gossamer thread of pre-cum started oozing from his piss slit.
“Aww… Fuck… No!” – O’Rourke protested, panting – “Leave me alone… Oooohh!! No, don’t… Mmmmmhh!!!”
In a matter of seconds, O’Rourke’s cock rose to a throbbing full erection, and the Captain’s eyes couldn’t hide anymore the overwhelming horniness he was feeling. Aldritch lowered one hand and took possession of the Captain’s member, stroking it sensually in a tight grip, making the supposed ‘real man’ whimper and moan for the mind-numbing pleasure.
“Now tell me again you’re a pussy-wrecker” – Aldritch mocked him, abruptly withdrawing his hand and pushing the Captain away.
“I am!” – O’Rourke roared, wriggling out of Archer’s grip – “and I wish there was a girl here to prove it!”
“A mouth is a mouth and a hole is a hole, no matter the gender. If you’re the top-man you claim to be, cum into one of these guys’ mouths, or asses, and I will believe you. Or, if you want to keep pretending you hate man-sex, then use your own hand. You don’t mind jacking off in front of everyone, do you? I know you’re not a shy guy…”
With a defiant grunt, O’Rourke sat on a bench, the very same bench he had been tied to the day before, spread his legs and started beating his meat. Being uncut, and having a long foreskin, he could masturbate using as only lube his own pre-cum, and soon he started moaning softly, while his hand moved up and down, making his hefty hairy balls rhythmically rise and bounce on the padded bench.
His arousal reached almost intoxicating levels, and still he felt he needed more to get off, so he poured some lube on his cock, kept the foreskin peeled down and started working his engorged mushroom head with his slick palm, insisting on the sensitive ridge and the frenulum. His breath became labored, he closed his eyes to concentrate on his task, and he felt he was at an inch from the climax, but still he couldn’t finish himself off.
“Fuck, I’m not a go-go boy from the Stud Stable! All these men watching me are making me lose focus! You said a mouth is a mouth, didn’t you? A good blowjob never failed to make me cum!”
Lionel, the concierge, immediately stepped out of the crowd and looked at O’Rourke’s veiny cock with lustful eyes: “If it’s a skilled mouth you need, sir, I can do to you things that none of your girls ever did, promise!”
O’Rourke grunted his consent, and Lionel literally threw himself on the Captain’s throbbing cock, swallowing his entire length without flinching or gagging once; and then started bobbing his head up and down furiously, letting the thick meat crash into his experienced throat over and over, relentlessly, without ever missing a beat.
“Yeah…! Fuck yeah!! Keep sucking, bitch…” – O’Rourke moaned loud, climbing to peaks of pleasure he never reached before… but still he couldn’t take the last tiny step and throw himself over the edge. He grabbed Lionel’s head with both hands and started fucking his throat with quick brutal thrusts, and only Lionel’s long experience as a devoted cocksucker made him resist the vicious onslaught.
“FUCK!! Is this all you can do??” – O’Rourke suddenly roared, crazy with lust but unable to cum. He pushed away Lionel’s head and stood up, forcing the guy to turn around and bend over the bench. With feverish hands, the Captain ripped off Lionel’s shorts and underwear and unceremoniously shoved his fiery cock into Lionel’s unprepared hole, making him howl for the sudden pain.
Totally uncaring of the guy’s discomfort, O’Rourke started pounding him hard, frantically, desperately trying to cum. Kareem and all the other men looked with some worry at the sweat-drenched Captain fucking Lionel to oblivion, overcome by the lust.
“Take it! Take it, bitch!” – O’Rourke kept yelling at each tremendous thrust. He felt hornier than ever, he was at the very edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, but he couldn’t reach it, despite his efforts.
“Stop it!” – Kareem yelled at some point, worried by the painful expression painted on Lionel’s face. He forcibly shoved O’Rourke away from the bent-over guy and helped him on his feet: “Are you OK, Lionel? Did he hurt you?”
“I’ll survive” – Lionel replied, shooting a grateful glance at Kareem – “You survived to much worse treatments…”
~ Turned into a man-whore ~
O’Rourke was trembling for the sexual tension and Aldritch looked at him wearing a mischievous smirk: “I told you, Captain, you’re a man-whore…”
“Let me cum…” – O’Rourke pleaded shamelessly, and Aldritch turned to the crowd: “I need a man, a masculine stud, someone who can make the Captain feel who’s the man and who’s the bitch. Mr. Perry Yukon, maybe?”
Perry immediately stepped forward with a mischievous grin, dropping his pants; the show O’Rourke had just put on had been clearly enticing for him, as he was as hard as stone. He got closer to O’Rourke and looked straight into his eyes: “If you want my cock, lube it up and then offer your ass to me. I won’t force you. Beg for it, and I’ll give you what you crave for…”
O’Rourke glanced at Aldritch, who said: “Yeah, Captain, you guessed it right: a true whore like you can cum only if drilled by a real man’s cock.”
The silence in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. O’Rourke shook his head, in horror and murmured: “It can’t be…”
“Try yourself” – Aldritch replied with a plain tone, as if O’Rourke’s inner turmoil was none of his business. O’Rourke reluctantly took some lube and started smearing it on Perry’s cock, while his own mind screamed for the disgust: he was stroking a man’s cock! And was doing it to prepare it to fuck his ass! But despite his horror, he kept lubing up the thick meat.
“Turn around and present your ass” – Perry ordered – “Use your hands to part your buttocks: no need to touch yourself, as your man will take care of your pleasure.”
O’Rourke complied, he turned around, bent over and spread his own ass cheeks, offering his hairy hole to Perry. His man. The dominant man who was going to give him the pleasure he craved for, by fucking him in the ass. O’Rourke’s mind was reeling: how could it happen? Maybe living and working at the Cube for so many years, dealing with so many faggots, turned him into cock-lover… But perhaps Aldritch was wrong! Yes, he had to be wrong! A man can’t cum just for being fucked in the ass… or can he?
Perry wasn’t brutal, quite the opposite: he entered O’Rourke’s still sore ass slowly, making him feel every inch of manly meat taking possession of his ass. When Perry’s fat glans brushed over O’Rourke’s prostate, a loud “Gawd yes!!” escaped from the Captain’s lips, causing a general burst of laughter. Perry masterfully maneuvered his cock, easing it in and out of the twitching ass and taking great care in hitting the Captain’s sweet spot over and over.
“Yes! Yes! Harder…! Fuck me harder!” – O’Rourke started screaming, dropping any residual trace of dignity, feeling a powerful orgasm mounting inside him. Perry, with a confident grin, gladly complied, and started pounding O’Rourke with strong forceful thrusts. The Captain’s cock was drooling a continuous stream of pre-cum, and he tried touching himself, but Perry grabbed both his arms and twisted them behind his back: “You want you man’s seed, boy? Beg for it!”
“Fill me with your cream, sir!” – O’Rourke screamed, almost scared by the force of the orgasm about to explode in his groin – “Please make me cum! Yes! YES! GAWDD YEAHHH!!”
O’Rourke’s cock started spurting thick ropes of cum like a machine gun, and soon a large pool of white cream pooled on the bench under him, and there was so much that it started leaking down off the edge. Perry grunted like an animal and unloaded his balls into the Captain’s fiery ass, filling it to the brim, while giving a few last wrecking thrust into his hole.
An ovation exploded in the room, with everybody clapping and cheering, praising Perry for his manliness and laughing at O’Rourke, who was steadying himself on the bench with both hands, sobbing loud, his cock still twitching and dripping the last drops of sperm.
Kareem glanced at Lance, who shook his head, showing his bare hands: O’Rourke’s orgasm wasn’t forced by the handheld device, that was lying on the floor, untouched. Kareem frowned, as he wasn’t sure how it all happened: a fiercely straight man doesn’t turn into a cock-hungry whore overnight! But apparently it happened, and Kareem easily guessed that it was Aldritch’s work. Taking his cue, he pulled O’Rourke to a standing position and announced with stern voice: “No doubt you’re a true man-whore, O’Rourke, we all know it and you, too, can’t deny it anymore. Do you understand what it means? It means that whenever your wicked libido will make you feel horny, you’ll have to beg a real man to fuck you hard. The only pleasure you’ll ever get will come from a manly rod drilling your whorish hole. But fear not: the guests of the Cube will be glad to provide all the manly meat you crave.”
“No… Please, not this…” – O’Rourke whined with wet eyes, and Kareem shrugged his shoulders: “I didn’t decide it: it’s your own nature. I wish we could punish you for your misfits some more, but you punished yourself more than we possibly could. You’re free to go and live your miserable life like the whore you are.”
O’Rourke sniffed and slowly went away, while all the guest enjoyed witnessing his complete debasement.
Kareem turned around and saw Reeves still standing in a corner, shyly covering his tiny manhood. “You can go with him. I’m sure that you too…” – Kareem began, glancing at Aldritch, who nodded in the affirmative – “…you too are a man-whore craving for cock like your former Captain, and when your lewd loins will demand pleasure, you can only spread your legs and pray that a man fucks the cum out of you. Now go.”
When Reeves and O’Rourke were gone, Lance came out of his hiding place and went to Aldritch, shooting at him a puzzled glance: “How did you do that??”
“Easy” – Aldritch explained to Lance and Kareem – “Their bio-chips have been permanently reprogrammed to block their orgasm, unless their prostate is heavily stimulated. Also, the sensitivity of their nipples has been greatly increased: the slightest touch makes their horniness explode, and the only way they can now get sexual satisfaction is being fucked wildly. I guess they would raise big money at the Stud Stable. Or maybe at the Uranus night club in the Barren: they tell me the lewdest sexual performances take place there…”
“So, the prostate is the key to unlock their pleasure” – Kareem commented – “Probably, they will soon discover how useful a dildo can be…”
“Or a fucking machine…” – Aldritch chuckled – “With their bio-chips programmed this way, they can cum over and over, as long as their prostate is properly stimulated. As said, I’m sure the Uranus night club would be glad to hire them, and to provide all the mechanical gear they may need!”
Lance and Kareem glanced at each other, picturing in their mind O’Rourke and Reeves tied to a fucking machine at full power, helplessly cumming over and over, while feeling the utmost disgust for themselves… and a mischievous smirk appeared on their faces.
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In the next chapter: Kareem gets a shocking request from Sean McLaughlin to run an experiment ‘for the sake of knowledge’; the morning after, Lance is shocked again when he gets puzzling news from outside.
