C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 36: SEAN’S EXPERIMENT ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem gets a shocking request from Sean McLaughlin to run an experiment ‘for the sake of knowledge’; the morning after, it’s Lance’s turn to get shocked, when he gets puzzling news from outside.

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~ For the sake of knowledge ~

The next morning, before going to work, Kareem paid a visit to the Police station to tell Sean McLaughlin what happened in the Barren the day before: the assault by the three thugs, the timely and unexpected rescue he got from a stranger acting like a ninja and the unsettling chat he had with a man coming from outside.

When he entered the Police station, he heard lively voices coming from the small gym shared by the cops during their free time; apparently, there was a friendly challenge going on, because he heard a deep, masculine voice inciting: “Keep going, Rod! Let’s show to Lin-Wo what the Romano brothers can do!”

“Don’t worry, bro” – replied another deep voice, strained for the physical effort – “I can do twice the reps Lin-Wo does, and in stride!”

“Ha ha! You wish!” – mocked a third guy with a high-pitched voice, and Kareem froze: that was exactly the voice of the mysterious ‘ninja’ who saved his ass yesterday!

Kareem cautiously peeked inside the gym, and saw one of the muscular Romano guys doing pull-ups from a steel bar, with his brother and a younger Oriental officer watching him. They were all shirtless, and Kareem couldn’t help but admire the bulging, hairy torsos of the Romano brothers; while the younger officer was thinner, but each and every muscle of his body seemed sculpted in pure steel and drew a perfect pattern of creases and bulges on his diaphanous skin.

Lin-Wo, the Oriental guy, turned to see who was coming in and locked eyes with Kareem for a long moment.

“It was you…!” – Kareem exclaimed – “Last night, in the Barren…”

Lin-Wo stiffened a bit, but then replied with a knowing grin: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. A cop would never enter the Barren, for no reason whatsoever. Not even if… he was ordered to by his Captain.”

Kareem smiled, shaking his head, and stepped into the gym putting his hand out: “Well, let me at least thank you for… not doing anything”. Ling-Wo chuckled and shook hands with Kareem: “McLaughlin really cares for you. You’ll find him in the Captain’s office.”

With a farewell gesture, Kareem turned around and headed to the office; he knocked on the door, but peeked inside without waiting for his friend’s invitation. Inside, Sean was sitting pensively at the desk, absentmindedly keeping the bio-chip device into his hands.

“Kareem! What a pleasure, come in!” – Sean said with apparent joy, but there was a sort of tension in his voice; Kareem sat across the desk, smiled at his friend and was happy when he sincerely reciprocated. They chatted a bit, and then Kareem related to Sean everything happened in the Barren.

“By the way…” – Kareem concluded with a knowing glance – “…thank you for not sending anyone to watch after me. You’re such a wonderful friend, Sean, a special friend!”

“How much ‘special’?” – Sean asked, and Kareem was puzzled: “What you mean?”

Sean didn’t reply, but kept fiddling with the handheld device with a pensive frown.

“You know you can tell me anything, Sean, don’t you?” – Kareem said with a warm tone, placing a hand over Sean’s – “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m in charge of the Cube, now” – Sean replied, carefully choosing the words – “but I miss the basics of the Cube’s lifestyle. I work here, but don’t live here. Each night, I go back to my wife, I have a life outside, while the guests are bound to stay here and… definitely don’t have a wife.”

“Uhm… yeah” – Kareem replied, unable to understand what Sean was implying.

“You see, Kareem, people here… interact with each other in a way I cannot understand, and I was thinking that, as their Captain, I should know how it feels living… and loving the way they do. I should know… first hand.”

Sean’s voice, while talking, had become as feeble as an embarrassed whisper, and Kareem looked at him with wide eyes: “Are you asking me… to make love to you?”

“God, no!” – Sean exclaimed with urgency, blushing – “No, I… I could never… I’m a man! I mean, I’m straight, I’m married… I just can’t think to surrender my ass to another man, no!”

“OK, OK, I’m sorry if I misunderstood… But then… what are you asking for, exactly?”

“I was thinking about… running an experiment. For the sake of knowledge, that’s all. Nothing more. Say… are you planning to make love to Lance, tonight?”

Kareem chuckled: “Well, it’s not something we plan in advance, but yes, I make love to him almost every night, if he’s in the mood, too. Do you want… uhm… to watch us?”

Sean’s face was now glowing in a bright shade of red, and he breathed: “More than that. I want to feel it. I… I was thinking… that I could link my bio-chip to Lance’s, so I will know how it feels… being loved by a man. And I will know it without actually… being… you know…”

“Being fucked?” – Kareem completed, with a friendly smile – “I understand, Sean, you don’t want to lose your virginity, and I actually think it’s an ingenious idea. But… ehm… please don’t think I’m nosy about your intimacy… are you really a virgin? I remember that on my first day at the Cube, O’Rourke tortured me on the throne, and you interrupted my torment, raising O’Rourke wrath. Back then, you told me that O’Rourke punished you on the throne, and you’d lost your virginity…”

Sean blushed and shyly lowered his gaze, remembering his debasing punishment: “I didn’t lie to you, I was truly convinced that O’Rourke had put me through the same torture you had to endure; but the truth is that I’m a cop, not a guest, and O’Rourke just wanted to humiliate me, without harming me physically. The throne can be set up with different dildos, and he used on me a thin vibrating one. I consulted a doctor afterward, and he told me that I was physically intact, as the dildo was too thin to actually harm me in any way. But while on the throne I though I was being torn apart, as the dildo fucked me at an impossible speed, while buzzing and vibrating madly. It was terrible. But I know that what I felt back then has nothing to do with man-sex…”

“You’re right, making love is a whole another experience, let me tell you. Lance is an experienced bottom and I’m a very caring lover…”

“I bet you are…” – Sean whispered in an almost inaudible way, and suddenly added, louder: “It’s for the sake of knowledge, of course! It’s my duty to know… to understand…”

“Obviously. It’s just an experiment, I totally understand, don’t worry, my friend. I have to ask Lance, of course, but I’m quite sure he’ll agree. Let’s do this: we’ll have you for dinner, at the end of your shift, and after dinner… we’ll do our experiment. OK?”

“Thank you Kareem…” – Sean said reaching across the desk to hold Kareem’s hand – “You’re so… unjudgmental and open-minded, I really appreciate it.”

“You taught me to be like that” – Kareem replied, standing up – “Now I really have to go to work, see you at dinner!”.

 

~ Scaring, exhilarating sensations ~

The dinner was a tense affair, especially at first. The good red wine Sean had brought, in the end, made the conversation easier, but the frequent glances to the bio-chip device, lying on the counter next to the dining table, clearly revealed that everybody’s mind was focused on the after-dinner experiment.

The minutes ticked by, but Kareem and Lance respectfully waited for Sean to take the lead, as he was the one who was about to take a difficult and unsettling step. At long last, Sean took a deep breath and stood up saying: “Are we still willing to do this thing?”.

Kareem and Lance stood up, nodding in agreement, and Sean took the device, fiddled with it a bit and then placed it on the dining table. “OK, guys” – he said, tense – “Go to your bedroom and… do your thing.”

Lance moved closer to Sean, looking intensely at him: “Sean, maybe we all should… loosen up a bit, don’t you think so? Starting with this tight, constraining uniform shirt of yours…”

When Lance tried to undo the upper button of his shirt, Sean stepped back in alarm: “Wait! I… I’m not going to join you, I thought it was clear…”

“I know” – Lance replied in a soothing tone – “But you’re going to live an intense experience; Kareem is going to make love to me, and you will feel everything I feel. Everything, Sean. If you can’t even let me take your shirt off, maybe we’d better call it quits now.”

Sean gulped down a couple times and then silently nodded in the affirmative. His breath became a little heavier while Lance, slowly and respectfully, unbuttoned his tight shirt and then took it off. Sean stood still, shirtless, wearing a tense expression, and Lance smiled at him, scanning his chiseled torso with lustful eyes: “I don’t want to embarrass you, Sean, but you’re smoking hot…”

Kareem moved closer to Lance and said in a suggestive tone: “You too are smoking hot…”, and hugged him from behind, pinching a nipple with one hand and sliding his other palm down to Lance’s crotch, to take a good handful of his manhood.

“Oh, fuck!!” – Sean suddenly exclaimed, covering his own nipple and his crotch, instinctively trying to fend off the manly touch he was feeling on his own body. “Have you activated the device already?” – Kareem asked, and when Sean nodded yes, he shot an urchin grin and slid his hands under Lance’s t-shirt and into the waistband of his pants, touching him even more intimately; and all the while, Kareem’s gaze was locked with Sean’s.

Sean blushed bright red, but bravely kept his own arms down, forcing himself to accept the weird and unsettling sensations he was feeling. No one was actually touching him, and yet he felt Kareem’s hands all over his torso and around his bulge, caressing, titillating, squeezing...

Kareem couldn’t help but notice a straining erection filling Sean’s tight pants and assaulted Lance’s nipple with a sensual flicker of his finger. Lance groaned with pleasure, but Sean uttered a raucous “No…!”

“If you want me to stop…” – Kareem immediately asked, withdrawing his hands, and Sean, barely breathing, shook his head: “Please don’t stop… But… don’t look at me… I can’t stand to be seen by other men while… while…”. He gulped down and added: “May I stay in the other bedroom, while you… you make love?”

Kareem smiled: “Of course you can. I was about to suggest it. There, you’ll have the privacy to take off your clothes. Take the device with you, and if things become too tough for you, switch it off.”

“OK, I’m going. But the device stays here: I want to go through it all, no matter what.”

Sean went to one bedroom and Kareem with Lance moved to the other one. There, Kareem quickly got naked and undressed Lance, too. They looked lovingly at each other and shared a first, cautious kiss, knowing that Sean was feeling it. They didn’t want to scare Sean, but if he really wanted to know how man-love feels, then he had to take the whole package…

The kiss became more passionate, hungry, and Kareem’s imperious tongue took possession of Lance’s mouth, exploring its recesses with manly confidence and rapt determination. Quickly, they forgot about Sean laying on the bed in the adjacent room and climbed on their own bed, making out passionately. Kareem’s hands explored Lance’s skin, every inch of it, while he kissed Lance’s mouth, his neck, his torso, his nipples.

Lance felt on fire and groaned softly, squirming under Kareem’s touch; they rolled on the bed until Lance was on top, and took advantage of his dominating position to feast on Kareem’s muscular body, digging his fingers into his thick body hair and covering with sensual kisses his pecs, his torso and his navel. When he moved down to engulf Kareem’s hard cock into his mouth, Kareem whispered: “Wait… I’d love it but… it would be too much for Sean. But there’s something you both will enjoy…”

With a swift move, Kareem rolled again on top of Lance and took his cock into his mouth, pursing hard his lips around the stiff shaft and brushing his tongue all around the sensitive glans. Kareem put all his passion and all the experience he gained since he arrived at the Cube in worshipping Lance’s manhood, without neglecting his almost hairless ball sac.

“I can’t resist any more… Take me, Kareem… Take me…” – Lance moaned after a while, raising his legs to offer his hole to his lover; Lance was an experienced bottom, a little spit was enough for him to take Kareem’s cock, but Kareem thought at Sean, and a mischievous grin appeared on his mouth, while he dove his face into Lance’s odorous hole.

“Holy fuck…!” – came a choked scream from the other bedroom, and Kareem felt spurred to assault Lance’s hole even harder, pointing his tongue to the center of the wrinkled areola and forcing open the quivering hole. Not only he wanted to give pleasure to Lance (and Sean), but he wanted Lance to be fully prepared for the upcoming fuck, so to be sure that Sean would’ve felt only pleasure, and not the faintest discomfort.

Kareem took the lube from the nightstand and squeezed a large globe on his middle finger; after smearing the slick gel all around Lance’s hole, he cautiously forced open the tight anal ring. A muffled “oooOOOHH!!” came from the other room, and Kareem went on spreading the lube all over Lance’s inner walls; he added some more lube and a second finger, making Lance moan helplessly, until he reckoned that Lance was more than ready to move on to the next step.

It wasn’t the first time Kareem made love to Lance, he knew that Lance could take his girth in stride; but he couldn’t forget that Sean was about to experience something powerful, that might have been either exhilarating or scaring for him. Probably both. So, he was extremely cautious when pressing his engorged helmet on Lance’s hole, that immediately relaxed and opened up to welcome his rock-hard cock. Ever so slowly, Kareem eased his rod into Lance’s depths, with great tenderness and care, inch by inch.

Sean’s voice echoed in the small apartment: “Oh my god… Oh my god…!!”, but Kareem didn’t stop, because if Sean wanted to know how it felt, then he had to feel it fully. He was well aware that Sean’s sensations were the same as Lance’s, and he knew what to do: he aimed his experienced cock to Lance’s joy button, and when he found it, he started titillating it in a masterful way, with short quick thrusts of his hips; he was rewarded by irrepressible squirms and loud moan from Lance, that overlapped with the muffled ones coming from Sean’s room.

“Fuck me…” – Lance said with urgency – “Stop teasing me, fuck me, Kareem… Reach those places inside me that only you know…”

The sheer desire that made Lance’s voice coarse fueled Kareem’s libido, and he dropped his restraints; his thrusts paced up, became more powerful, almost aggressive: Lance wanted him to ‘reach those places that only he knew’, and he didn’t need to be told twice. At each powerful thrust his cock dug deeper into Lance’s fiery hole, stretching wide his anal rings one by one, down to the innermost ones.

In his room, Sean had long dropped any pretense, and was holding his own legs up and apart, as if Kareem was actually fucking him; the powerful, relentless prostate stimulation was making his cock drool a continuous stream of pre-cum, while his virgin hole twitched and convulsed, swept over by the incredible, overwhelming sensations.

He was feeling Kareem’s cock as if it was real, to the last throbbing inch; he felt his own pristine ass stretched wide in the most delightful way, without the slightest pain or discomfort. And the stiff rod drilling his depths was touching him in sensitive places that he didn’t even suspect to have.

“Ohh… Ohh…” – he softly moaned whenever he felt Kareem’s powerful loins slam on his buttocks, and the incredible pleasure that was piling up into his own groin was about to explode. Kareem’s cock reached deep inside him, and he felt his inner sphincter resist to the intrusion; but the commanding manly rod, after a brief pause, forced open even that last defense, breaking into the deepest unexplored places of Sean’s body.

That was way too much for Sean’s mind to bear, and every single muscle in his body suddenly stiffened, in the extasy of an explosive orgasm: “FUUUUCCKK!!!”, he screamed loud, uncaring of who could overhear him, and his untouched cock shot a volley of manly seed so thick and powerful that hit Sean under his chin; a second shot immediately followed the first, and his cock went on spraying sticky white cream all over Sean’s torso.

And all the while, the powerful pumping into his ass went on, as powerful as before; and it didn’t stop, either, when Sean, now exhausted, started feeling a post-orgasmic discomfort. But it was weird, because at the same time he also felt a fiery horniness, a pressure into his groin that no man could feel after such a powerful ejaculation.

«Lance…!» – Sean suddenly thought, his head spinning – «Lance hasn’t cum yet!»

Sean had clearly guessed right, because after few moments, while the last drops of sperm were still dribbling down his stiff cock, he felt another wrecking climax explode into his groin. “GGGHHAAAAA!!!” – Sean screamed again, while the pleasure once more overcame his senses and numbed his mind. His balls tightened to the base of his cock and his tired prostate started pumping again thick globs of manly seed through the rigid cock, shooting them high in the air.

And then, mercifully, the pelvic contractions trailed off and stopped. Sean let go of his own legs and stood motionless on the bed, covered in sweat and sperm, totally drained and exhausted, both physically and mentally. It was over. The ‘experiment’ was over. Now Sean knew what he needed to know… and started sobbing softly, while tears welled from his closed eyes and rolled down to the pillow.

 

~ Truth revealed ~

“Sean…” – came Kareem’s concerned voice from the door, and Sean rolled on his side, to hide his teary eyes and his cum-covered body: “Don’t look at me… I’m begging you, don’t look at me…”

“Sean…” – Kareem repeated, with a tenderness and a sincere sympathy that felt like a soothing balm on Sean’s inner turmoil – “Talk to me. Was it too much for you? Did I hurt you? Here, take this towel to clean yourself…”

Sean hurriedly brushed the towel over his face and torso, to remove the stains of cum, the sweat and the tears. He calmed down, took a deep breath and rose sitting on the bed. “You didn’t hurt me, no” – he then said, shyly glancing at Kareem – “and it wasn’t too much. It was tough, yes, but I could take it. I wanted to know, and I did all it took to know.”

“Yeah, that was the reason of your experiment, right?” – Kareem interjected – “Finding out how it feels being loved by a man…”

Sean shook his head: “What I needed to know was how it feels being loved by… you.”

Kareem blinked, surprised: “By me? I… I’m not special, I’m not even particularly experienced in man-sex, why did you want to feel… me inside you?”

Sean replied with a question: “Do you remember when you came to my office, after O’Rourke’s arrest, and we talked? You told me you felt a deep and strong friendship toward me, just friendship, nothing more than that; and you urged me to look into myself, to find out that I felt just the same. Well, I did it, Kareem. I looked into myself, to understand what I felt for you… but it was not friendship what I found. What it is, I cannot say, I don’t have your clarity of thought nor your experience with men, but for sure it wasn’t just friendship.”

“So…” – Kareem said softly – “is this why you set up this ‘experiment’? To find out if what you felt for me was… love?”

“You know I don’t put labels on things. Especially on sentiments. Whatever it is, I’m not going to name it, because this is the last time we talk about that. But it goes deep. I can’t put in words the exhilaration, the joy, the sense of intimacy I felt while… while you were inside me. I cherished every single moment, I was won by your tenderness, by the attentive care you put in every single act, unwilling to give me nothing but pleasure. And damn, did I feel pleasure! You pressed buttons inside me that I didn’t even know to have, you gave me the most massive orgasm I’ve ever had. I felt one with you, Kareem, I was in a blissful state, ecstatic, even. I felt… complete.”

Kareem was wearing a tense expression, as he didn’t expect that sudden turn of events, and sure enough not that heartfelt confession by Sean.

“You… You know what Lance means to me, Sean, don’t you?” – Kareem said cautiously after a long pause – “It’s something… exclusive, can you understand it? I do care for you, I even feel affection to you, I cherish your friendship, but… my heart belongs to Lance, Sean. Is this the reason why you were crying? Knowing that I can’t be more than a friend for you?”

“I was crying because I can’t be more than a friend for you, either. I’m married, Kareem, and my wife is the most wonderful woman of the world, I feel lucky to be married to her. Believe it or not, I do love her, I deeply love her. I was crying because I know there’s enough room in my heart for both you and Ann… but Ann could never understand. After living such a mind-blowing experience, after feeling a complete intimacy with you, I suddenly realized that I won’t ever feel like that again. Not once, for life. Your heart belongs to Lance, and mine belongs to Ann. It was the most sensational dream… but then I woke up, and it was heartbreaking.”

“Sean… I don’t know what to say… You’re special to me, you know that. Very special. A friendship like ours happens once in a lifetime, if ever. I’m so sorry that for you…”

“No need to be sorry, Kareem. You’re lucky, I’m lucky, we both have found true love, and as you say, we also share a once-in-a-lifetime bond: that’s something not everyone can say about themselves. I needed to shed a light into myself, and now that I know what I feel, I’ll seal these feelings into the warmest part of my heart, to stay locked there forever. Today it was the first and last time I talked with you about this, and I ask you… as a friend… to do the same. Because we’re still friends, aren’t we?”

Kareem wore a tender, affectionate smile: “We still are… but only if you now give me one of your tight, heartwarming hugs!”

They threw themselves into each other’s arms and hugged for many long moments; and then Sean recoiled and flashed a shy grin, glancing at his own cock twitching: “You’d better go…”

Kareem noticed Sean’s physical reaction and murmured: “Don’t tell me that you are still…”

“Not me, Lance! He’s been wonderful, sharing you with me, but now he needs to know he’s the one. Go to him, make love to him, and him alone this time: on your way to the bedroom, turn off the bio-chip device. I wouldn’t survive a second round!”

“I’m not that sure I will, either…” – Kareem chuckled, standing up, and they both laughed heartily exchanging a long serene glance, not veiled by the slightest regret.

 

~ The ubiquitous Mr. Bashir ~

The next morning, after Kareem had gone to work, Lance rolled lazily in bed for a long time. They’d spent most of the night making love and talking about Sean, and neither of them had slept much. But his laziness was quickly dispelled by a beautiful idea he got: prepare (or better, ask to the A.I. to prepare) something special for Kareem, a traditional Middle-Eastern dish.

The task required some research, because Lance didn’t know much about Middle-Eastern cuisine, so he leapt out of the bed, threw himself under the shower and in no time he was sitting at the dining table, wearing only a short towel around his waist, browsing on the computer the extensive recipe book of the A.I.

He was suddenly startled by seeing someone opening the curtain of the main door and sneaking inside in great haste. It took him a moment to recognize the dark-green uniform of the Sex Police and the square stubbled face of Rod Romano.

The cop had a tense expression on his face, and acted with great circumspection, which puzzled Lance.

“Rod!” – Lance exclaimed, instinctively keeping his voice low; and a warm, bright smile appeared on the cop’s face: “Yeah, how nice of you remembering my name…! But I’ve never been here, if someone asks you, OK?”

“Sure, no worries, you never came here” – Lance replied, and then glanced with embarrassment at the small towel that barely covered his own loins – “Please forgive my… inappropriate attire, I just came out of the shower…”

“It’s OK, we’re both men!” – Rod replied with a frank smile, but soon added, cautious: “I mean, I’m a man... Wait, you’re a man, too, but… different! Aww, fuck… I never use the right words, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you…”

Lance felt a great sympathy for the goofy buff guy and grinned sincerely: “With your beautiful bright smile, nothing you can say can possibly offend me!”

“Thanks buddy!” – Rod exclaimed happily, but soon threw a suspicious glance at Lance: “You aren’t coming on to me, are you?”

“What? No!” – Lance replied, faking a bit of outrage, but eating with his eyes Rod’s muscular body and handsome features – “Cross my heart and hope to die! Now, may I ask you why are you… not here? Come, let’s take a seat at the table, what can I do for you?”

“I’m actually doing something for you…” – Rod replied, serious, sitting at the dining table close to Lance – “…and I’m breaking almost all the rules in the book.”

He extended his closed hand across the table and opened his palm, revealing a small memory stick. Lance opened his eyes wide, and then, hesitantly, took the device from Rod’s hand, plugged it to his computer, and opened the disk.

An image of Kareem, apparently visiting the Taj Mahal, appeared on the screen, and Lance smiled, as it was the first image he could see of Kareem when he still lived outside. He swiped to the next image, where Kareem was on a vast beach (a real beach!), showing off his beautiful hairy chest and his big bulge encased in a white speedo. Next, there was a photo of Kareem in Rome, visiting the Colosseum.

“Kareem used to travel a lot!” – Lance said, smiling, but Rod replied in a puzzling way: “Yeah, he seems to have the gift of ubiquity. Read on.”

Lance swiped again, and the screen got filled with a digital copy of the front page of a newspaper: a newspaper coming from outside. Lance stiffened, suddenly realizing how big a risk Rod Romano had taken, to bring him that illicit information.

But the biggest surprise came from the headline written in block letters: “Where in the world is Mr. Bashir?”

Lance frowned and shot a long, silent glance to Rod, who replied seriously: “Something weird is happening. Read on.”

And Lance did it. And at each line he felt more puzzled and uneasy.

«The elusive Mr. Kareem Bashir is still nowhere to be found. After ‘dying’ in a plane accident, he apparently sent an email from the otherworld to a friend of his, revealing he was alive and – allegedly – illegally detained in the local C.U.B.E.. But the commander of the said C.U.B.E., Captain Ronan D. O’Rourke, two days ago officially declared that no guest under the name of Kareem Bashir is detained there.»

Lance turned to Rod: “How could O’Rourke declare this… two days ago?! Did he speak to a journalist while being abused at the Rowdy Hole??”

“This is not the weirdest part…” – Rod replied, and Lance read on.

«Our editorial staff besieged the Minister of Moral Wellness, calling out loud for him to finally make it clear on Mr. Bashir’s current status and location, and – at long last – he forwarded us a report from the Police Corps, stating that Mr. Bashir is currently taking a sabbatical, as confirmed by the CEO of the P.R. firm he works for; the report was accompanied by several photos supposedly shot at Mr. Bashir in the last weeks by the local Police, while he was visiting renown tourist locations, such as the Taj Mahal, the Copacabana beach and the Colosseum.»

“Fuck, Kareem really has the gift of ubiquity…” – Lance murmured, and Rod nodded: “I told you. And now comes the worrying part…”

«Public opinion doesn’t believe any more to the obvious lies that are being spread through the official channels and strongly demands to know where on earth Mr. Kareem Bashir is and what happened to him. However, according to a last-minute official statement coming straight from the office of the Chief of the Police Corps, General Bellwood, the quest for finding Mr. Bashir is about to end, as he’s been tracked down in a remote Pacific island and is on his way back home. Chief Bellwood promised he will soon call a press conference, where Mr. Bashir himself will answer to the questions of the journalists.»

Lance was speechless and shot a worried glance at Rod, who said in earnest: “I’m a trained policeman, and I can tell you that those photos are generated by the A.I.; and obviously O’Rourke’s statement is fake news, too. As for that press conference, some may think it’s just a shot in the dark, a trick to gain some time, but McLaughlin related to us the conversation Kareem had with an outsider at the Barren: there must be a relationship…”

“Yeah, I totally agree…” – Lance replied sullenly – “I’m only wondering… Why have you taken such a great risk, bringing me this info? I’m so grateful you did, mind you! But you’re a Police officer, you could lose your job…”

“I’m a straight man” – Rod replied, seriously – “just as much as Kareem. And thinking of him forced to live in this place… No wait! I know that you and Kareem are… ehm… intimate, I just meant that the Cube’s guests… Shit, forgive me, I don’t know why I open my mouth and these stupid things come out…”

“There’s nothing I should forgive you for” – Lance replied with a smile, won once more by Rod’s intriguing mix of goofiness and manliness. Lance turned again to look at the computer and swiped back and forth through Kareem’s fake photos and the newspaper page; much to his surprise, after the newspaper page there was one last image, a busty naked girl kneeling on a bed with his hand between his thighs and an orgasmic expression on his face.

“This is not Kareem for sure…!” – Lance chuckled, showing the image to Rod, who blushed: “Oh, fuck! I messed up with the photos…! She’s my girlfriend… Damn, look at her, isn’t she hot as hell? Aww, shit, I did it again, I know you don’t… you can’t… I’d better go!” – Rod exclaimed, leaping to his feet.

Lance was about to reassure Rod that everything was fine, but he suddenly found himself staring at Rod’s erection straining into his tight uniform pants, right in front of his eyes.

“I may not be able to appreciate your girlfriend as she deserves, but you definitely do…”

Rod was blushing beet red, and the contrast between his massive body, his manly thick stubble and his shy blush was extremely erotic for Lance, whose mind started fantasizing about the million things he could do to the straight cop.

Yeah, he could do a million things to that sexy hunk of a heterosexual man…

A million things indeed…

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In the next chapter: The conversation between Lance and Rod steers toward slippery shores… and the straight cop slips and falls. But soon, what reported by the newspaper proves to be anything but fake news and void words…