C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 15: FORCED TO RAPE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Lance and Kareem read the shocking document found in Captain O’Rourke’s hiding place and ask for help to Alastair (one of the ‘imperfect’ men living on the 4th floor). O’Rourke finds out from the A.I. that Kareem had a sexual contact with Lance, but refused to fuck him, and sets up another evil ‘lesson’.

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~ The place that shouldn’t exist ~

“Fuck! My backpack!” – Kareem exclaimed while having breakfast with Lance, making him leap on his seat, and immediately lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone – “I still have the knife and the document we found in O’Rourke’s hiding place, at block Omega-24!”

“Let’s see the document first” – Lance replied, dropping the fork and pulling Kareem to his bedroom – “It may be important, if O’Rourke was hiding it!”

They quickly opened Kareem’s backpack and Lance unfolded the paper, read it widening his eyes and exclaimed: “We guessed right, Kareem! Look!”, and showed the document to Kareem. The concise hand-written text read: “O’Rourke, you must ensure by any means necessary that Bashir adopts a clear uranian behavior as soon as possible. I don’t know how long I can keep secret the mistake made by the A.I.. Don’t worry, you have free rein, no one will ever question your line of action. Be sure to destroy this message as soon as you’ve read it.

Aldrich A. Archer.

Lance was puzzled: “Who the fuck is this Aldrich A. Archer?”. “Haven’t you ever heard of ‘Triple-A’ Archer??” – Kareem replied, surprised – “He’s the CEO of Neural Wonders Inc., the corporation that developed and runs the A.I.!”

A heavy silence fell in the room. So far, Lance and Kareem thought they were fighting an obscure bureaucrat who signed a wrong order of ‘eradication’, but now, out of the blue, their enemy turned out to be the most powerful man in the world, a ruthless man with a bottomless bank account and strong connections with the world’s biggest leagues. Kareem was the first to recover his voice: “I’m shocked…! But why on earth O’Rourke hid this document, instead of destroying it?”

“Because it’s his insurance policy, his emergency exit. If anything goes wrong, he can say that he was just following directives he couldn’t ignore. But this doesn’t help us: your ‘Triple-A’ is untouchable, nothing can really harm him.”

“Something can harm him, actually…” – Kareem said, pensively – “Public opinion. Believe me, this is my expertise: public opinion can be manipulated, and can raise hell against Archer. Not strong enough to make him fall, but it may convince him to sacrifice some pawns, like O’Rourke; and let go of the bone he’s chewing: me.”

“But it’s like skating on the thin ice” – Kareem went on, shaking his head – “a word too many, and it could cause an outcry in favor of Archer, or let things escalate to a witch-hunt against the A.I. itself. If only we could send a message outside, I think my best friend and my old team, at the P.R. firm, would be able to assess and manage the situation; but there’s no way to circumvent the communication block that stops the outbound communications. Not to mention that our message could be intercepted, and O’Rourke would be over us in no time… with free rein to do anything.”

“You’re right, messages are always scanned and archived…” – Lance said, pensively. He stood silent for a while and then took his phone and sent out a simple text containing a single question mark. “Who have you sent it to?” – Kareem asked, and Lance replied: “Someone who maybe can help us. But it’s very risky, he’ll probably just ignore my request.”

Much to Lance’s surprise, his phone buzzed and a text appeared on the screen, from an unknown sender: “30 mins. 4Θ5. Same code”. Kareem was puzzled: “What does it mean? Who is this man?”

“His name is Alastair Hewitt, he manages the Cube’s communication system, he’s waiting for us in half an hour on the fourth floor, block Theta-5. We can trust him. Let’s go, I want to pay a visit to the Silk & Lace, first: it’s the safest place where to hide O’Rourke’s knife.”

They quickly sneaked out of their apartment, bringing Kareem’s backpack with them, and got to the elevators. For the first stop, they went to the second floor, to the Silk & Lace Parlor, and were welcomed by the boys with great enthusiasm. Andrea, the boy who once offered himself to Kareem, looked at him with shining eyes: “You’re back, sir! Come with me, sir, I will make you feel good!”

“Not now, kid, I’m sorry” – Kareem replied, glancing at Lance who, in the meantime, was talking under his breath to the eldest of the boys, apparently the manager, and was covertly giving him the bag containing the knife. Kareem noticed Andrea’s sad expression and smiled warmly: “I promise I will come back soon. I have to go, now. But keep that peach buns of yours ready, uh?”

They went back to the elevators; Lance ignored the first three shafts and entered the last one, knowing that it was the only one with a complete control panel. He pressed the button to the fourth floor and inserted the code that Alastair gave him the first time. After a few seconds, they stepped into the dark, gloomy fourth floor, and Kareem held his breath, as there was no one around and the place seemed… hostile.

“Come, Theta-5 is that way, Alastair is waiting for us there”. While walking, they didn’t see anyone, but both of them felt observed; and yet, whenever they quickly turned around, they never spotted anyone. “This place is creepy” – Kareem murmured, and Lance nodded: “It’s creepier than you think. Have you noticed that none of the men on the first floor have any disabilities, or other physical flaws? It’s because ‘imperfect’ guests are confined to the fourth floor, forbidden to ever come downstairs and bound to work on the many utility and service systems the Cube needs to exist.”

“My goodness, it’s… slavery!” – Kareem gasped – “This place… shouldn’t exist! Thinking about it, the entire Cube shouldn’t exist! All the thousands of Cubes around the world shouldn’t exist! Don’t you realize it? For the outer world, even if we’re physically perfect, we are still too… ‘imperfect’ to be part of the society, we must be confined in a secluded place, out of sight!”

“We?” – Lance asked, noticing that Kareem had included himself in the number of the gay people living at the Cube. Kareem glanced back at Lance and repeated: “We. Here I was subjected to cruel punishments, I had to bend my nature to sexual acts that I despise, and yet I’ve met the most… sincere people I’ve ever met in my life. True people who shared their lives, their thoughts and their fears with me, not the fake ‘perfect’ people living outside.”

Lance felt moved by Kareem’s words, and cautiously grabbed his hand, as a gesture of friendship and gratitude. Kareem didn’t evade Lance’s touch, and held tight his hand, in return. “Here we are, Theta-5” – Lance said, looking at the unimpressive, flat façade, identical to all the others lining the streets of the fourth floor.

They entered the small building, that looked a sort of warehouse full of stationery items, barely illuminated by a single emergency lamp. “It’s me” – Lance said aloud, and the lights suddenly went on. Kareem saw a tall man coming toward them and held his breath, noticing the wide purple birthmark that covered half of his face and forced one eye to stay half-closed.

“Why did you bring Mr. Bashir?” – Alastair growled to Lance, clearly pissed off, and Lance tried to soothe him: “It’s his life that has been ruined…”. Alastair nodded: “Hmm, you’re right”, then he turned to Kareem and said: “I’m glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Bashir.”

“K… Kareem, please” – Kareem stuttered, unable to tear his gaze off the ugly mark on Alastair’s face; he probably couldn’t restrain a smirk of disgust, because Alastair stiffened and said coldly: “If you feel uncomfortable, Mr. Bashir, you know the way out.”

Kareem opened his eyes wide, and felt like shit: “Oh, my goodness…” – he murmured, ashamed, suddenly realizing that after all he was not immune from the social prejudices intoxicating the outer world – “I… I’m mortified, Alastair. Please forgive my stupid reaction. While coming here, Lance told me what the fourth floor is, and I thought that it was horrible to keep… ‘less-than-perfect’ people segregated, and that our society has gone downhill in the last decades. But I now realize that if you’re confined to the fourth floor, and if we all are confined in a Cube, it’s… because of me, because of people like me. In a way, I locked you here, Alastair, and… I’m mortified.”

“Since I was born” – Kareem went on with a sigh – “I was taught that a successful man must adhere to some behavioral schemes and must meet some… aesthetic rules; I’ve undergone surgery several times myself, like anyone, to correct little flaws. For me it was normal, society expected me to have a nice look and act like a man, and I was taught to shun whoever was… different.”

Kareem shot around a hurting glance: “This place is… horrible. Places like the Fourth Floor are like a prison within a prison, they shouldn’t exist! But they do exist, and not only here at the Cube. Nowadays ‘inclusion’ has become a bad word, and I had to taste on my own skin how much it hurts being on the other side, in order to understand how horrible was it all.”

“I’m as guilty as you are” – Alastair said, hit by Kareem’s words – “because I’m… ‘imperfect’, as you said, and yet I’ve always accepted as normal to be shunned and segregated. We can’t change the society, but thank you for trying to change yourself, and for reminding me to do the same. Now, why did you want to see me?”

 

~ The place that doesn’t exist ~

Lance gave the paper document to Alastair, who read it and frowned deeply: “Fuck… This is serious stuff. O’Rourke would kill to have this document back”. Lance shook his head: “He doesn’t care that much, he’s too arrogant and self-assured. He knows that there’s no way to bring this document out of the Cube. But… is that really so?” – Lance added, looking seriously at Alastair – “Maybe the firewall that blocks the outbound communications could have a temporary malfunction…”

Kareem interjected: “But even if the firewall comes down and a message is sent out, the system would record the source of the message! The owner of that computer would be in serious trouble...”

Alastair stiffened: “O’Rourke could kill me just for talking with you about this. And if I ever do what you ask, he surely will. Only I and a couple colleagues have the ability to shut the firewall down, it’d be way too easy to find the culprit.”

A thick silence fell in the room. Lance and Kareem knew well that their idea could really put Alastair’s life at risk, and they couldn’t force him in any way. Alastair darted his eyes around, without seeing anything, because his brain cells were working at max speed; he, too, was well aware that he was taking a deadly risk, but in the end, was it ‘life’ what he and his fellow ‘imperfect’ friends were living? Kareem, moments before, had ripped off the veil covering his own eyes and for the first time had looked at reality in all its crude atrocity… but doing so, he’d just ripped off that veil from Alastair’s eyes, too, and the man was now questioning his own beliefs to the very roots.

“Come with me” – Alastair curtly said, breaking the silence, and Lance and Kareem followed him to the elevators. While walking, Kareem felt uneasy again and said under his breath: “I feel like I’m being watched…”

“You are” – Alastair confirmed – “We don’t like having visitors, but we can’t help watching them walk by, admire them and… envy them. You can’t see my friends, but they can see you. Looking at gorgeous men like you and Lance… please forgive my daring comment… it’s a rare pleasure, here. Don’t worry, though: no one will harm you, here on the fourth floor.”

They entered the Elevator no. 4 and Alastair sternly said: “Look attentively, because I won’t do it again”. Lance and Kareem focused on Alastair, who pressed the button to the fifth floor, and then, in rapid succession, 1-2-3-4. “Yeah, no one ever changed the default code, stupid them…”

The elevator moved upwards, stopped to the fifth floor, but the doors didn’t open; instead, the cabin started moving down; they looked at the display showing the floor numbers: 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… and then the display went off, while the cabin was still moving down. The descent ended and the doors opened; a whiff of stale, dusty air filled their nostrils.

“What… What is this place?” – Lance asked, stepping into a small underground room with bare concrete walls; a yellowish emergency lamp cast an uncertain light. There was a massive metal door on one side and a sort of desk in a dark corner.

“This is a place that… doesn’t exist” – Alastair said quizzically – “While building the Cube, this room was used as a connection between the upper floors and the underground utility level. Once the structure opened to… the guests, this room was supposed to be sealed forever, to prevent any passage. But someone thought that it would’ve been a good emergency exit, in case of explosions or fire in the underground level: the door you see can easily be opened from outside, but it’s locked from this side; and the elevator doesn’t need any code to go up.”

“But for some reason, the engineer in charge of the works forgot to report the changes in the plan, and this room has been deleted from the building blueprints. It doesn’t exist. And here…” – Alastair added, moving to the desk – “there’s a working computer that doesn’t exist, either.”

Lance gasped: “You mean it’s connected… to the outer world?”. Alastair shook his head: “No, it’s wired to the main communication system, and is blocked by the firewall just like all the other computers. But I have a plan. I’ll think out a reason to schedule a general maintenance operation on the entire communication system, including the firewall; the operating manual requires that every single communication line must be shut off before deactivating the firewall, and that’s exactly what I will do: I will deactivate all the existing communication lines… except the one line that doesn’t exist.”

Kareem and Lance looked at Alastair in awe, as if he was a superhero. Alastair shyly averted his gaze and went on: “The downtime will last no more than sixty seconds, and then the systems will come back alive one by one; but during those sixty seconds any communication originated from this specific computer will be able to reach the outer world without being blocked. It will be traced, though: the emergency backup system will notify that an outbound message had been sent, but won’t be able to locate the source, because… it doesn’t exist. If I’m lucky, I’ll make them believe it’s just a glitch in the backup system, a false alert.”

“Damn…” – Lance breathed, moving closer to Alastair with an admired glance – “You’re… sexy as fuck when you play the mastermind…!”

Alastair, for a brief moment, glanced back at Lance with great surprise and a deep, almost painful desire; but soon restrained himself, not without a big effort: “No, Lance, we can’t. While it’s true that our bio-chips don’t record our position, they do record all the sexual activity and the subjects involved, including… those who just watch. It’s too risky to let the A.I. know that the three of us were in the same place, at the same time. Let’s cool down before we trigger an alert. Let’s go back to the fourth floor, and then you’ll go down to the first. I will contact you when I’m ready; in the meantime, think at what message you want to send, and to whom. Keep it short, simple text, no multimedia or attachments.”

They entered the elevator, went to the fourth floor and Alastair stepped out of the cabin; before the doors closed, Lance looked at him and said, seductively: “I’ll soon come visit you… alone”; and his voice was so enticing that Alastair gasped and quickly covered his crotch with his hand, moments before the doors closed in front of him.

 

~ Mind-numbing horniness ~

The ingenious natural-like lighting system on the first floor gradually changed the illumination from the intense mid-day light to a golden afternoon, then to a reddish sunset that slowly darkened to a faint moonlight. O’Rourke was sitting at his desk, at the Police headquarters, when officer Reeves entered his office and showed his tablet to the Captain: “Sir, the A.I. reports sexual activity… sort of… between Bashir, his roommate Lance and a third guest, Adam. I don’t really understand what they did, though…”

O’Rourke looked at the report and commented: “Apparently, that Adam fucked Lance, while Bashir was watching… And he had an orgasm, too, but without performing any proper sexual act. Fuck, that man is unnerving! He was there, horny as hell, watching those faggots fuck like rabbits, he even got aroused, but he didn’t do anything! Why on earth did he refuse to fuck Lance?! Thanks, Reeves. Keep your eyes open and relate to me any news about Bashir.”

The officer went away and a sudden malevolent smirk appeared on O’Rourke’s face. He opened a drawer and took the handheld device that Dr. Kampfer made for him, the device that could control at will arousal, erection, orgasm and ejaculation of any subject connected to it. So far, only Kareem and McLaughlin had their bio-chip reprogrammed and linked to the machine, but O’Rourke planned to soon reprogram all the guests’ chips, so to have them all under his thumb.

But, for the time being, he was going to teach a lesson to Kareem. «Yeah, straight stud» – O’Rourke thought, restraining a smile – «Willing or not, tonight you’ll fuck ass…».

Oblivious of what was going on at the Police station, Kareem and Lance said goodnight and headed to their beds. Kareem’s phone buzzed, and a weird anonymous message appeared on the screen: “A male’s ass can always make you cum”. Kareem was pissed off: who would send such a disgusting message at bedtime, hiding moreover his name? He shook his head, dropped his phone and lay on the bed, trying to relax.

But his body, apparently, had no intention to relax, quite the opposite. He felt a growing arousal, and his cock jolted inside the loose shorts he used as sleepwear. Following a well-known pattern, his hand moved to the crotch and started massaging the growing member, and soon Kareem took away his shorts and started stroking his cock, that in the meantime had grown to a stiff full erection.

In his life, Kareem had jacked off countless times, but that night he felt different, his body was on fire; the more his hand moved up and down the thick shaft, the more his horniness enflamed his groin. He brushed his hand over his hairy chest and dared to quickly rub his fingers on his sensitive nipple: a sparkle of pleasure exploded in his groin, making his cock grow even stiffer.

He spat on his hand and started stroking his meat faster, insisting on the sensitive ridge of the engorged head, and couldn’t restrain a choked moan; he didn’t want to be heard by Lance, and did his best to keep his mouth shut, but the sensations radiating from his cock were intoxicating, intense like never. Kareem squirmed, his muscles twitched and his hand flew on the fiery manhood, while his body – as Doc Stevens once said – prepared to spread his manly seed.

“Aww… fuuuck…” – Kareem moaned loud, suddenly forgetting about Lance and whoever else could overhear him; his breath paced up, along with his heartbeat, while one of the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt was about to explode in his groin. His hand sped up, while he massaged his plump balls, his entire body tensed and he pushed himself over the edge… except that he couldn’t. He felt on the verge of the abyss, but he seemed unable to give himself the last little push. “What… the fuuuck…” – he groaned, viciously polishing his cock head, eliciting jolts of intense pleasure that almost numbed his mind, but couldn’t trigger his climax.

In his office, O’Rourke looked at the tablet connected to the A.I., reading Kareem’s parameters, and flashed an evil smirk, turning both the arousal and the erection knobs to end scale, in full red zone… but viciously keeping the ‘orgasm’ switch to off. «This time I’ll break you, straight stud…», he thought, while keeping his eyes on the tablet. And soon he saw what he was waiting for: the A.I. signaled another guest getting aroused close to Kareem, Lance.

Lance had been woken up by Kareem’s loud moans of pleasure and distress and quickly went to his room to check on him; as soon as he lay his eyes on the muscular hairy stud stroking his cock in earnest, while squirming and moaning, lost in his mind-numbing pleasure, Lance had an instant erection. The vision under his eyes was just too fucking hot! But it was clear that something was wrong, the jack-off was too intense, and Kareem’s expression was worrying.

O’Rourke chuckled, envisioning the scene, and toggled the ‘orgasm’ switch to on… but keeping off the ‘ejaculation’ one. Kareem uttered a low, animalistic growl and his body stiffened, and at long last he reached an excruciating, mind-blowing climax. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed, his prostate stiffened, ready to start an ejaculation that promised to be a real explosion… but not a single drop of cum flowed out of his cock.

Blocked in an endless orgasm that couldn’t find its natural outcome, Kareem screamed and leapt on his feet, moving closer to the appalled Lance: “I can’t cum…! I can’t CUM!!” –  he yelled, while looking at Lance with a beastly glare in his eyes. His tortured mind recalled the puzzling message he got: « A male’s ass can always make you cum».

“Ass…” – Kareem breathed, delirious – “I need an ass!”

Kareem forcefully shoved Lance to the living room and roughly pushed him face down on the couch. “Kareem! What are you doing?!” – Lance said aloud, unable to recognize his kind, sensible friend into that beast in a sexual frenzy – “No! Kareem, no!!”

The pressure Kareem was feeling in his entire body was unbearable. A part of his mind recorded, with horror, Lance’s scared pleas, but there was no other option: Kareem’s only thought was that he could «always cum in a man’s ass». The little spit he’d used to jack off was the only lube Lance was allowed to get. Kareem’s massive tool, thickened even more by the end-of-scale erection O’Rourke had brought it to, pierced Lance’s hole with cruel force, splitting it open without any care, until the entire length of the deadly weapon was buried inside the guy’s hurting ass.

“AAARRGGHH!!! FUUUCKK!!” – Lance screamed out of his lungs, feeling a pain that brought to his mind horrible memories of when he was restrained at the Rowdy Hole and forced to serve the guests as a tier-three boy. Kareem felt like he was dying inside, he knew he was hurting Lance, but he couldn’t stop, his need to cum was too overwhelming; he’d been forcefully kept at the top of a tremendous, excruciating climax, without being able to cum, for too many endless minutes, and his mind was going weak… unlike his loins, that kept on pounding on Lance’s bubble butt with ferocious lust.

O’Rourke, almost reluctantly, reckoned that he’d kept Kareem in that paroxysmal state enough, and flicked the ‘ejaculation’ switch on.

“GGHHAAA!!!” – Kareem screamed, finally feeling the floodgates open; his hips didn’t stop, and every thrust into the now slick chute sent shivers of exquisite pleasure through his spine. But the pleasure he was feeling was poisoned by the ragged sobs Lance was uttering under him. He lost count of the ropes of sperm he’d shot deep inside Lance’s ass, and his breath became labored, while the cruel electronically-induced ejaculation went on and on.

“Uranian behavior recorded” – the tablet flashed, and O’Rourke sighed, toggling the switches to off and turning the knobs to zero. «Now try and convince yourself you’re not a faggot, bitch…!» – he thought with a satisfied grin, and placed the handheld device back into the desk drawer.

Kareem, finally free from the wicked machine’s strict control, crashed over Lance, trembling for the exertion. Lance stood still under Kareem, pressed face down on the couch, while trying to recover from the unexpected and odious onslaught. It was not the ass the part of him that hurt most: he felt like he’d lost the Kareem he knew, the good-hearted and sensible man he loved. Whatever had just happened, whatever the reason, in Lance’s eyes Kareem that night had lost his innocence.

On his back, Lance felt Kareem tremble for the exhaustion and utter rugged breaths; but slowly the trembles became shudders, and the rugged breaths turned to sobs: “What have I done… What have I done…” – Kareem blurred, pressing his face on Lance’s back and wetting it with tears of shame and regret. “What have I done to you, my sweet Lance…”, Kareem whined again, with such a heartbreaking tone that Lance forgot the pain, the anger and the disillusion, and his heart went out to Kareem.

Lance sneaked from under Kareem and lay on the couch, facing him. “Shh… Shh…” – he whispered, looking into Kareem’s teary eyes and brushing his hands on his thick short beard – “It’s over. It’s all over now.”

Kareem gave a long, intense glance to Lance, his beautiful, brave Lance, who had just endured a painful and humiliating rape and still he was there, whispering soothing words. His heart beat hard in his chest, his mind was wavering, and he acted out of pure instinct: he took Lance’s face into his hands and gave him a deep, passionate, desperate kiss; their tears mixed and wetted their faces, but their mouths stayed locked, and the time seemed to halt.

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In the next chapter: Kareem has a long talk with officer McLaughlin, who proves to have a surprisingly wide concept of love and affection. Then, at night, McLaughlin fulfils Kareem’s dream, sharing with him… his wife.