C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 24: O’ROURKE’S EVIL ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

The kind straight cop Sean McLaughlin, in order to help his friend Kareem dispel his doubts about his own sexuality, plans to share again his wife with him, using the bio-chip linking device; but evil Captain O’Rourke makes things go horribly wrong, and Lance makes a huge sacrifice to help Kareem.

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~ Bittersweet afterglow ~

Kareem, in a thoughtful silence, was lying on his back on the strip of grass where Lance had just made love to him. Lance, wrapped into Kareem’s arms, was keeping his head on his hairy chest, delightfully exhausted. He was elated, thinking that he’d been the first man Kareem had willingly opened his most guarded portal for; but Kareem’s silence was a bit worrying.

“You look so serious…” – Lance said in a low voice – “What’s on your mind?”

Kareem didn’t avert his gaze from the stars he was looking at through the glass ceiling: “I still love you, if this is what you’re worried about. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, man or woman. I love you so much that… it’s almost too hard to bear.”

“But there’s a ‘but’…”

“I don’t know what it is, let’s not talk about this now” – Kareem cut it short – “I… I think it’s time to go back home. It’s late. Maybe we can sleep a few hours.”

They got dressed in a tense silence, with Lance covertly glancing at Kareem. No more questions were asked, no more answers were given. They headed to the elevators and after a few minutes they were home. “G’night”, Kareem just said, and went to his bedroom.

He quickly stripped to his underwear and threw himself on the bed, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. The turmoil in his mind was too wild, and what’s worse, he really couldn’t focus on the root of his uneasiness. Or he didn’t want to.

«You let a man fuck you in the ass» – he silently said to himself at some point; and while a part of him reacted with a guilty «Aww… shit!», another part proudly replied: «Yeah. So what?»

Kareem felt torn between his ‘new’ self, the one who’d learned to accept and appreciate the relaxed lifestyle of the Cube, and his ‘old’ self, the bigoted one, the tough part of him that for almost forty years had despised same-sex love as the most abject of the human perversions.

Was he in time to go back and forget everything, like nothing had happened on the 5th floor? Could he maybe close his eyes and pretend that he didn’t love Lance?

«No and no» – he answered to himself, and this time there weren’t inner objections or conflicting opinions: he loved Lance, he loved him more than he’d ever loved anyone, and he did want to give himself to Lance, he desired to surrender to him. It was not made by mistake or carelessly: Kareem wanted to love Lance, wanted to give his ass to him, wanted to cross that one-way bridge… and at the same time, now that the storm of testosterone had trailed off, he desired it was all a bad dream he could soon wake up from.

But he was not sleeping, his eyes were wide open in the darkness of the bedroom. And Lance’s semen was still inside him, he could almost feel it.

«Why loving him must be so painful and scaring?» – Kareem thought with a pang of inner pain, unable to straighten up his convoluted thoughts; he felt lost, he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t even know what to think! Hot tears of shame welled from Kareem’s eyes and rolled down to the pillow. Shame, stinging shame: both for having let a man fuck him, and for feeling bad about it now. Kareem was not the same man who was locked in the Cube a few months earlier, he knew that loving Lance was the most wonderful thing ever happened to him, but a part of him resisted, fought back, unwilling to accept such a dramatic change of perspective about love, sex and manliness.

Kareem extended a hand to the nightstand and took his phone, to send a message to Sean McLaughlin, his only true straight friend. Sean must’ve been asleep, at that hour of the night, almost the crack of dawn, but just writing a message to him felt soothing to his tortured mind.

«Buddy, I know you’re sleeping, but I need to tell you that I cherish our friendship more than anything. And yet, I’m not sure I still deserve your friendship. Tomorrow, when you read this message, please call me.»

Kareem hit the ‘send’ button and sighed, trying to gather the strength to confess, the next morning, what he’d done. Sean was open-minded, but still he was a straight guy, and Kareem knew for sure that Sean would’ve been in total shock, after his confession.

He was still placing the phone back onto the nightstand when it buzzed. Worried by Kareem’s tone, Sean had replied straight away: «Give me 15 mins. Let’s meet at the Zen Garden.»

 

~ A real friend ~

Fifteen minutes later, when Sean entered the Zen Garden, Kareem was already waiting for him. Both of them had dressed in a rush, and Kareem was surprised, because it was the first time he saw Sean out of his uniform. And in civilian clothes, Kareem reckoned, Sean was even more handsome.

«Aww shit! What the fuck am I thinking…?» – Kareem groaned, shaking his head. He sat on a bench, and Sean reached him and set next to him.

“Kareem! Your message scared me… But before you say anything, let me teel you that I’m your friend, I’m here for you and I’ll always be, whenever you need me.”

“’Always’ is such a long time…” – Kareem replied, disconsolate – “I have to tell you something that will change your opinion of me. I’ll be honest with you, come what may. I… I’m in love with Lance. I said ‘in love’, Sean, it’s not a sort of affection, or bromance, I truly love him. And I let him fuck me. In the ass. There’s no way to sugarcoat it, I opened my legs for a man, willingly. I… I desired to do it, and I did it. And now you’re free to give me a disgusted glance and go away, if you feel to.”

Sean wore such a tender, affectionate smile that Kareem had to hold back the tears. The kind cop didn’t say anything, he raised a hand and placed it on Kareem’s bearded cheek, giving him an instant sense of comfort and relief.

“Thank you, buddy” – Kareem murmured after a short while – “but this doesn’t change the fact that I’m a faggot. I tried to deny it as long as I could, I pretended it wasn’t queer fucking a boy or a young man, I pretended it wasn’t queer kissing Lance like I kiss my fiancée, but I can’t lie to myself anymore, now: I’m a faggot. Or gay, if you like, the term is irrelevant, because the truth is that I’m into men, it’s clear as day. Don’t you think so?”

“I think you are braver than me. I’d never find the courage to cross that line, if I so desired. But you are strong, you’re confident enough to do what you feel. And I’m in awe for you.”

“W… Wait…” – Kareem stuttered, suspicious – “You wanted to cross that line but you never found the courage to do it? Are you… don’t know… a closeted gay or something?”

“No, nothing like that” – Sean replied, serious – “In my life I’ve only felt attracted to women, plain and simple. And yet, since I work in the Cube, I came to realize that sex has a million faces, a million nuances, a million colors… but I like only one. I’m perfectly fine with that, I’ve had many women, and now I have a wonderful wife that satisfies my every need or desire, but still I sometimes feel my life could’ve been different, if I were… more elastic. I’m not talking about man-sex, not necessarily: just think that one time I refused to have a threesome with two girls because it was… too weird for me, almost too much to deal with, go figure. I’m… limited, in a way. I stay in my cozy corner and when I feel restless I drown my tension in the warmth of my wife’s body.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it” – Kareem commented, and Sean smiled shyly: “There are painters who always use the same two or three colors; and then there are artists like you, who have the courage to fill the canvas of their life with all the infinite colors of love. I envy you, I truly do, Kareem. You didn’t expect me to talk this way, did you? I’m quite surprised myself. I’ve never told to anyone these things.”

There was a long moment of silence, and Kareem smiled, relieved, and placed his hand over Sean’s, to let him know how much he appreciated Sean’s words.

Sean took a deep breath and said, in a joking tone: “Anyway, too bad you’re a faggot, now. Because I thought it was about time I linked again my bio-chip to yours, to let you enjoy some sweet womanly love. But I understand you’re now into men, you turned gay, so there’s no point in doing it, right?”

“What?? I didn’t turn gay! Please, please let’s do it! Buddy, you can’t know how much I crave it!”

Sean burst into a heartful laughter: “Ha ha ha! Now tell me again you’re a ‘faggot’, like you did moments ago! Kareem, seriously, you’re not different, you’re always the same wonderful, powerful, dominant man you’ve always been. You may be learning a new language, but you won’t ever forget your mother tongue. You may love Lance, Lindsey, Larry or Lauren and there would be no difference, love is love. And sex… is the celebration of life, in all its forms.”

“Man, I… I’m so lucky to have a friend like you!” – Kareem exclaimed, comforted – “You always make me feel better. But you weren’t joking about the bio-chip linking, right? Are you really going to do it?”

“Yes, tonight around 10PM; O’Rourke’s shift ends at 9, and I’ll sneak into his office to take the handheld device. But again, taking O’Rourke’s device is difficult and risky, so be warned that I may not be able to do it. Now go back home, Lance must be wondering where you are… just like my Anne.”

They hugged tightly and Sean rushed away. Kareem walked back home feeling like he was floating in the air; when he entered his living room, there was Lance, sitting at the dining table, nervously playing with his breakfast without eating a single bite.

“Lance…” – Kareem just said, and the warmth of his tone instantly made a loving smile appear on Lance’s frowning face. The long, tender glance they exchanged made any explanation useless: suddenly, for Lance, it wasn’t important anymore why Kareem got up before dawn, or where he’d been. He was home, now. And loved him.

 

~ Breaking the rules of Nature ~

It was an intense workday for Kareem, as Perry assigned him to a new construction site, and bringing there all the needed materials and equipment was always a backbreaking job. But when, few minutes before 10PM, Kareem lay naked on his bed, waiting for Sean to link their bio-chips, his excitement completely wiped away his tiredness.

Lance sat on the side of Kareem’s bed and looked at him with pleading eyes: “May… May I join you like last time? Back then you liked it, didn’t you?”

Kareem wore an embarrassed half-smile: “While doing it, my mind and my body will be engaged in hot sex with Sean’s wife, I will barely know you’re there… I don’t want to hurt you, I love you too much, Lance.”

“If you don’t like it, OK” – Lance insisted – “But if, for once, I can have only your body and not your heart and mind, it’s still something I crave for… I mean, look at me, I can barely stop myself from throwing myself on you!”

Kareem laughed: “Ha ha ha! Well, who am I to deny you such a pleasure? Ha ha! I just wanted to be sure--”

He was interrupted by a buzz coming from his phone. It was a text from Sean.

«Sorry buddy, our plan is blown. O’Rourke is still in his office and I couldn’t take the device. I don’t know what O’Rourke is planning, but I don’t like it: he opened a direct connection to the A.I., and this always means trouble. Keep your head on a swivel.»

“Aww… damn!” – Kareem commented, frowning – “I was already tasting it…”

“Well, if you fancy some action, I’m all for it!” – Lance said, eagerly, but Kareem shot at him a tense glance: “I… I don’t know if you can understand, but… uhm… making love to a man and to a woman is so different, and I… I just can’t ‘switch sides’ this easily. Please, don’t get mad at me, Lance…”

“I remember quite vividly” – Lance replied, smiling – “that I once I told you that I loved your being straight, as it added to your sexiness. I’m sorry for you, as you desired so much to feel again the touch of a woman; but I could never be mad at you for this.”

“You’re such a wonderful guy” – Kareem replied, tenderly – “Stay with me for a moment, don’t go away, I just love-- Mmmmhh!!!”

Kareem suddenly stiffened and reclined his head, opening his mouth as if he was kissing someone, just like the last time. After a while, he raised his head, ecstatic, and exclaimed: “He did it, in the end! She gave me such a sweet kiss! And now… ooohhh… she’s caressing my chest… mmmhh… yeah baby, you like these hairy pecs, don’t you… Ggghh… Fuck, my nipples are so sensitive…”

Lance saw Kareem’s cock quickly rise to a stiff, throbbing erection and cautiously placed his hands on Kareem’s chest, trying to guess and copy what Sean’s wife was doing to her husband. Kareem pulled Lance’s head against his nipple, and when Lance started sucking and licking the stiff meat cone, Kareem arched his back and groaned loud: “Mmmhh… what are you doing to me babe… aahhh… I’ve never felt like this… Oh, fuck!!”

“What happened?” – Lance asked, surprised, and Kareem blurred: “I don’t know… she… she took a handful of my pecs… sort of… and squeezed them, while sucking hard on my nipple… OOOHHH… she’s doing it again…! NNNGGHH… Oh God… it’s too much…!”

Lance stepped aside, unwilling to add to a physical stimulation that apparently was already too intense for Kareem; he knew that Kareem had sensitive nipples, but there was something wrong, Kareem’s reaction to the woman’s ministrations seemed a bit excessive.

Once more Kareem parted his lips, mimicking a deep kiss to the woman, and squirmed on the bed, feeling hot like never. In his life he’d been aroused countless times, but this time it was different, his entire body was on fire, and every touch, every caress, every kiss of the woman on his skin sent jolts of unknown pleasure to his brain. Last time Anne, Sean’s wife, had been sweet and tender, but now she was more impetuous, her fingers were stronger, her caresses were almost dominant.

“Yeah babe… come on… open wide and take my manhood into you to the last inch… Come on… I can’t stand it anymore… ride me like last time… OH FUCK!!!”

Kareem suddenly bucked hard on the bed, grabbing his balls with his hand and screamed again: “Fuck, NO! Oh God, NOOO!”

“What’s happening??” – Lance exclaimed, scared by Kareem’s reaction – “What is she doing??”

“She’s not a woman, he’s a man!!” – Kareem screamed – “and he’s fucking me!!”

“He’s fucking you in the ass??”

Kareem shot to Lance a teary glance and whined: “In my… cunt! Oh God help me, a dude is fucking me in the cunt!! Make it stop, Lance… I’m begging you, make it STOP…!!””

It didn’t take long to Lance to add two and two, the earlier message from Sean, O’Rourke planning something, and now… this! Lance cringed, looking at the bottomless pit of horror that Kareem’s eyes had become, while his manly mind tried in vain to process physical sensations that Nature restricted to women only. Kareem kept pressing his hand behind his balls, desperately trying to protect a non-existing vagina that he felt way too real.

Lance leapt on his feet, quickly put on his boxers and ran out of the apartment barefoot. He ran at lightning speed along Delta Avenue, startling the few passers-by, and in no time he stormed into the Police Station. An officer tried to stop him, but he was already barging into O’Rourke’s office.

“STOP IT! STOP IT!!!” – Lance yelled at O’Rourke, who was sitting at his desk with the linking device in hands; he was watching with an evil grin the A.I. report displayed on a monitor.

“Oh, Mr. Maynar, what an unexpected pleasure…!” – O’Rourke mused with false courtesy, and Lance got closer: “Captain, stop it NOW!! I’m begging you, STOP IT!! I’ll do anything, I swear, but stop it, at once!”

“Anything?” – the Captain inquired, and Lance nodded: “Anything, I swear, but break the connection immediately!”

O’Rourke flipped a switch on the device, and the screen went off. “Done. The bio-chip link is cut. I didn’t expect such an interesting twist of events, I was just having some fun…”

“Fun?!” – Lance exclaimed with coarse voice – “What do you still want from Kareem, Captain? You wanted to turn him gay, and you did it! Do you want him to go out of his mind, now? There are things that a man should never experience! Never! Subverting at such an extent the rules of Nature is not just evil, it’s… monstruous! You may find it ‘funny’, but for a man feeling fucked in a vagina he doesn’t even have is… devastating, don’t you realize it? And besides, who the fuck is the woman you linked to Kareem?”

“Can’t you guess it?” – O’Rourke giggled, amused – “It was Mrs. McLaughlin, of course. I know what Sean has done once, linking himself to Kareem; so when I got the chance, I covertly added his wife’s bio-chip to the device database, to… er… add some spice to the game, ha ha ha! She didn’t even realize I reprogrammed her bio-chip, it’s so easy! You just push a button, place the device at less than 2 feet from the target, and it’s done! Ha ha ha!”

“With the due respect, Captain, if I were you, I didn’t laugh so hard. I know that you keep McLaughlin under your thumb, but when you touch a man’s wife, beware of the husband’s wrath.”

O’Rourke’s laughter trailed off and his features hardened: “I know how to deal with my sissy subordinate. And now that I satisfied your every request, it’s about time you satisfy mine, boy. Get ready to obey without questioning: you said you would’ve done anything, and damn, I’m going to exact what you promised me!”

“Later” – Lance said, standing tall – “Now Kareem needs me. Don’t worry Captain, I swore, and unlike you, I’m an honorable man.”

“Such insolence! I should arrest you on the spot! But I feel magnanimous tonight: you can go to your beloved Kareem… after you gave me proof of your sincerity. Drop your underwear and bend over the desk!”

Lance shot a questioning glance at O’Rourke, but hastened to comply. O’Rourke rose from his chair, positioned himself behind Lance and took his nightstick. “Part your ass cheeks with your hands and don’t dare to even breath!” – he admonished, spitting a couple time on the tip of the steel bar. He pressed the nightstick on Lance’s hole and roughly pushed it in a couple inches. The coldness of the metal didn’t help Lance relax his hole as much as he wanted, and the sudden penetration gave him a sharp pang of pain, but apart from a muffled groan, he kept his mouth sealed.

With an evil grin, O’Rourke kept pushing the rod into Lance’s chute, slowly but relentlessly, and when he felt a resistance preventing the nightstick to go any further, he just pushed harder, breaking open Lance’s inner defenses.

“AAARGHH!!” – Lance cried out, but immediately shut his mouth, much to O’Rourke’s amusement: “Good boy. You did well. You earned the right to go back to your Kareem.”

O’Rourke withdrew the nightstick from Lance’s ass, but when it was almost out, he shoved it in again, all the way.

“FUUUUCK!!” – Lance screamed, taken aback from the unexpected cruel impalement, and cringed hearing O’Rourke’s coarse laughter. “OK, boy, enough” – the Captain said pulling the metal rod out and dropping it to the floor – “You’re free to go, but I expect you to be here tomorrow evening at 8PM sharp. In case you’re wondering what I have in mind, it’s nothing you haven’t already done: for an entire night, you’ll serve as a ‘Tier three’ boy at the Rowdy Hole!”

Lance looked straight at O’Rourke, getting pale: he remembered way too well the last and only time he had to do that, on his first night at the Cube. A ‘Tier three’ boy must take anything, cocks, fists, objects, with or without lube, as long as the patrons so desire.

Horrible memories of that distant day, five years earlier, filled Lance’s mind… He was barely sixteen, he’d just been arrested, and O’Rourke had him tied helplessly to one of the “glory holes” of the club, with his legs secured to the outer side and his body hidden to the view on the inner side of the divider. He was nothing more than a faceless hole to use and abuse at will… and that’s what the patrons did. He quickly lost count of the cocks and the sex toys that were shoved into his helpless hole.

Back then, Officer Dougal McLaughlin, Sean’s father, took merciful care of him; but Dougal was dead, now, killed by O’Rourke himself, and no one could save Lance from living again that nightmare. Of all the punishments, the evil Captain had decided to dish at him the worst possible.

There was a tense silence, and then Lance stood tall and looked straight at O’Rourke.

“I’ll be here tomorrow. 8PM.”

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In the next chapter: After getting some ‘moral support’ from Kareem, Lance honors his promise to O’Rourke to serve as a ‘Tier 3’ boy at the Rowdy Hole, but things don’t go as planned, causing O’Rourke’s wrath. The pressure of events forces Lance to take extreme measures.