C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 37: FORCED FREEDOM ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

The conversation between Lance and the sexy goofy officer Rod Romano 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…

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~ Smooth operator ~

Rod leapt on his feet, blushing bright red, embarrassed by the apparent homophobia of the words he’d just spoken; he just meant that, being himself straight, he felt sympathy for Kareem, a straight guy forced to live in an all-male environment, but it sounded much worse, almost insulting for Lance and all the guests of the Cube.

He tried to find the right words to apologize, but despite his efforts he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the tablet, placed on the dining table, showing an erotic photo of his naked girlfriend, alone, masturbating on the bed.

Lance, still sitting at the table, was taken aback by Rod’s hurried and embarrassed reaction, and wanted to tell him it was alright… but when he raised his gaze, his entire field of sight was filled with Rod’s straining erection, forcefully restrained into his dark-green tight pants. Rod’s thick cock was lying sideways, and the ridge of its mushroom head was clearly outlined on the stretched fabric.

“I can’t really appreciate your girlfriend’s beauty” – Lance said, with his gaze still rooted on Rod’s crotch – “but you seem to appreciate her very much…”

“Aww… fuck, I’m so sorry!” – the cop replied, mortified – “I… I can’t help it… Since we arrested O’Rourke, Wilde and Reeves, we’re severely understaffed at the Police station, we’re doing double shifts and then just take some rest before doing another double shift. It’s been a week since I last met my girlfriend, and… you know… I couldn’t… release the tension…”

Lance’s mind was suddenly filled of erotic visions of himself feasting on Rod’s demanding cock, sucking it to the base, stroking it in the most sensual way, riding it furiously… but of course he couldn’t turn any of his dirty fantasies into reality: Rod was a cop, and only 110% straight men were accepted in the Police Corps.

“You could rub one out” – Lance said, instead – “If you don’t have enough privacy at the Police station, you can use our bathroom…”

“I… well… I thank you for the offer, Lance, but jacking off… is not really a thing for me. I always though masturbation is for losers, I never had problems finding a girl to lay, since I was a teen. I guess I’ll have to soldier on and wait until I can take a day off.”

“…Which won’t happen until the Corps send some reinforcement units” – Lance interjected, determined to try his best to put his hands on Rod – “If you don’t feel inclined to do it yourself, I can lend a… helping hand.”

Lance held his breath, fearing an outraged reaction from Rod, but he just shook his head: “A man should be able to keep his… urges restrained.”

“Come on, how long can you resist, Rod?” – Lance said in his most persuasive voice – “I’m a man, too, and I know well that when you feel that fire inside you, you can’t focus on anything, much less a demanding job like yours. You need to get some relief, you owe to yourself and to the Police Corps.”

“I know, right?” – Rod replied, clearly willing to give in, but still fiercely resisting – “But… please don’t take it wrong… you’re a man, and I… I don’t think it would be appropriate…”

Lance shot a knowing glance: “Why, didn’t you ever join a circle jerk as a teen? Or got a helping hand from a comrade at the Academy? All straight guys, when the circumstances require it, relieve their tension with another guy, it’s perfectly normal…”

“I know it happens, but I… I’m not sure… It would be embarrassing…”

Lance knew that Rod was capitulating and shot his final blow: “I totally understand it. But what if you don’t even see me? I can stay behind your back, you can even fantasize that it’s your girlfriend touching you, if you like.”

Rod stood silent for a short while, but his cock, furiously twitching into his tight pants, answered on his behalf. “Shall we do it… here?”

“Come to my bedroom, you’ll feel much more comfortable.”

 

~ Helping hand(s) ~

They moved to the adjacent room and Rod nervously glanced at Lance: “Where… Where do you want me?”

Lance’s cock jolted into his pants. Obviously, Rod completely missed the enticing meaning of his own question. Forcing himself to an almost professional tone, Lance replied: “You should kneel on the bed. Oh, and take off your pants, of course.”

“And… the underwear, too?”

“Uh-uh. It would be in the way, don’t you think so? Don’t be shy, we’re both men, right?”

“Yeah… but you are… gay…” – Rod replied, blushing again.

Lance shot his most persuasive grin: “I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Rod wasn’t totally sure, yet, but he silently nodded and slowly stripped to his underwear. He was a bit alarmed when he saw Lance getting undressed too: “Why… Why are you… (gulp)… getting naked?”

“I will keep my underwear on, don’t worry. But you need to take it away. Do you want me to help you?”

“God no!” – Rod exclaimed, but he immediately corrected himself: “I mean, I can do it myself, thanks…”

Lance hat to put a heroic effort in keeping a neutral expression when Rod pulled down his boxer-briefs and his beautiful, thick cock bounced out, as stiff as a wooden stick. A wooden rolling pin, actually, Lance reckoned, inwardly licking his lips in anticipation.

Rod climbed on the bed and stood upright, on his knees. Lance positioned himself behind him and said in a soothing tone: “Part your knees wider… A little more… Good. It will help you relax.”

What Lance omitted to say was that usually men find more difficult to cum, when they keep their legs wide apart. Rod was as tense as a violin string, and Lance didn’t want him to explode too soon: he wanted to enjoy Rod’s muscular, manly, straight body as long as he possibly could.

And he started right away. He sneaked his hands between Rod’s arms and waist and placed them on his chest, enjoying the feeling of the twitching pecs and abs under his fingers.

“Shouldn’t you… go down?” – Rod asked tentatively, and Lance whispered: “Shh… Let me do it how it’s meant to be done. A quick jack-off is for losers… and you’re not a loser, Rod… you’re a stud… a stud who deserves to be worshipped…”

Lance knew men. Straight or gay, it didn’t make any difference. ‘Worship’ is a word that makes any man feel proud of his masculinity, and Lance knew it well. Lance’s fingers played with Rod’s trimmed body hair, contoured the creases that outlined the abs, took handfuls of the muscular pecs, and then, oh-so-casually, slightly brushed his fingers on the stiff nipples.

For a straight man, having his nipples stimulated for the first time is a weird feeling, their straight brain can’t cope immediately with the notion that their nipples are somehow hardwired to their groin. “Oh, fuck!” – Rod exclaimed, quickly placing his own hands on Lance’s, to stop that weird, intense sensation that made his abs stiffen and his cock jolt helplessly.

“It’s OK” – Lance whispered again – “Everything’s perfectly fine. Don’t you like it?”

“I like it… but… I don’t know… It’s almost too much, I can’t explain… It makes me feel incredibly horny…”

“That’s a good thing… Put your hands back on your thighs…” – Lance mused, starting again titillating Rod’s nipples and rejoicing the straight stud’s gasps of pleasurable surprise. Then, slowly, Lance moved a hand down, brushing his palm on Rod’s stiff abs, to the pubes, and then around the base of the throbbing cock, to reach the heavy balls hanging underneath.

“Fuuuuck…” – Rod moaned, tilting his head back, and Lance smiled wide: the straight cop had finally capitulated, he was yielding control to Lance, he was yielding himself to Lance, and accepted unreservedly the prying fingers roaming his body, sneaking in places that only his women had ever explored. And it felt good, incredibly good…

Lance took his time to discover the most private recesses of Rod’s body. He gently squeezed Rod’s plump balls into his hand, sneaked his fingers further down, to the taint, and rhythmically pressed on the sensitive mound, making Rod’s cock bounce and throb. At long last, Lance took possession of Rod’s member and started stroking it slowly. Rod was uncut, he had a long foreskin that sensually brushed on the engorged glans, pulled and pushed by Lance’s expert hand.

“I’m close… I’m so close…” – Rod moaned with urgency, and Lance immediately stopped: “Part your knees wider, as wide as you can… Better?”

“Yeah…” – Rod replied, and Lance stifled a satisfied grin: it was clear as day that Rod, too, wanted it to last as long as possible, especially after such an intense, almost torturous teasing.

Lance reached around again to Rod’s cock, and the sensual stroking continued. Up. Down. Up. Down. No rush. Lance was a professional, he felt by heart when Rod was too close and slowed down; but then, when Rod was more relaxed, Lance’s grip tightened on Rod’s cock and started stroking it in earnest, making him stiffen and utter raucous moans. Rod was regarded by everybody as a mighty stud, a dominant man, but in that moment he was putty into Lance’s hands. Into another man’s hands.

There was a subtle satisfaction, Lance reckoned, in making a fierce straight men bend his own sexuality to enjoy a manly touch. Nothing too extreme, of course, it was just a sensual jack-off, but it didn’t matter: the secret pleasure came from having a dominant stud yield himself to another man.

While relentlessly stroking the engorged cock, Lance used his other hand to caress every inch of Rod’s beautiful body, indulging in those spots that a man rarely (if ever) lets another man touch: his hips, his marble buttocks, his throat, his face. Yes, the face, too! Lance loved the feeling of the square stubbled jaws under his fingers, he found incredibly erotic the Adam’s apple moving up and down every time Rod moaned; and the round, perfect buttocks invited his fingers to go deeper… deeper…

No, he couldn’t go too deep, he would’ve scared Rod. And yet, Rod was keeping his legs so wide apart that Lance knew for sure that his man-hole was completely exposed, he could almost envision it: puckered, hairy, and as tight as only a virgin straight hole can be.

Rod was moaning loud, completely focused on the expert hand masterfully stroking his cock, and almost oblivious of the other hand exploring his most intimate spots. He wasn’t really aware of those prying fingers moving down to his balls and then sliding further on, on the taint… but when a single finger reached his sancta sanctorum he suddenly stiffened and gasped: “No… Not there…”

“I swear you have nothing to worry about. Trust me” – Lance whispered into Rod’s ear, and his finger started playing with the hairy bush concealing Rod’s most guarded portal. With utmost respect, almost playfully, the finger circled the exposed anus and brushed on the hole, but flat, in a totally safe and reassuring way. Rod relaxed and reclined a bit against Lance, offering himself to his ministrations completely.

Lance, on his part, was horny as hell, and his own cock was desperately and hopelessly twitching into his underwear; but he knew he wasn’t going to have any satisfaction. Not a physical satisfaction, anyway, but his exhilaration in making straight Rod squirm and moan under his ministrations was mind-blowing.

«Time for the final fireworks…» – Lance thought, and his hand paced up on Rod’s cock, gripping harder the stiff shaft and insisting on the wide helmet; and all the while, his other hand caressed Rod’s plump balls and the stiff mound of his perineum. With a mischievous grin, Lance pushed again his hand toward Rod’s exposed anus and then, out of the blue, started tapping furiously his flat fingertip on the very center of the clenched hole.

It was like Rod had been zapped with a taser: he held his breath for a few moments and then… “GGGAAAWWDDDDDD!!!”, he screamed out of his lungs, every muscle of his manly body stiffening in the sweet agony of the climax. His thick cock throbbed into Lance’s hand like a live animal and started shooting a barrage of creamy bullets that flew in the air and splatted on the floor, creating a whitish puddle.

Lance quickly moved his hand from Rod’s hole to his chest, and started squeezing his nipple, eliciting more ecstatic howls of pleasure and more thick plumes of man-juice. Rod was trembling for the intensity of his orgasm, and Lance held him tight, but going on stroking Rod’s cock, until the contractions slowed down and trailed off. Only then, Lance stopped his hand and stood still, silent, to give Rod time enough to catch his breath and fully enjoy the post-orgasm pleasure.

“Shit, I… I think I’ve never howled so loud when cumming…” – Rod said after a short while, standing upright and turning around to look at Lance – “Well… I think I’ve never cum so hard, actually… Dude, you know how to pleasure a man! Wait, it’s not insulting, right?”

“No, it’s not” – Lance smiled – “It’s actually a great compliment, thank you. Don’t you feel much better, now?”

“I feel great, relaxed and… happy! But wait…” – Rod said, noticing Lance’s bulging underwear and his stiff cock furiously twitching inside – “You… you enjoyed it… I mean, you enjoyed touching me… Of course you did! I mean, you’re gay… But I didn’t think…”

“I’ll be brutally honest, Rod. You’re handsome, you have a body to die for, and I enjoyed touching you very much. Does it make you feel… uneasy?”

Rod’s gaze was fixated on Lance’s twitching bulge. “Uhm… not really… I should feel flattered… But I got all the pleasure and you… you didn’t even… Maybe I should… dunno… return the favor?”

“You don’t have to, Rod, don’t worry about me. I will rub one out after you’ve gone.”

Rod hesitantly reached out to Lance’s bulge and wrapped his big palm around it: “Straight guys do it to each other, right? You said it…”

“Rod…” – Lance said in a restrained voice – “I tried… to keep my cool… but if you keep your hand there, I… I can’t…”

“I can’t leave you in such a miserable state” – Rod said under his breath, as if he was fighting a battle against himself, and then hesitantly pulled down Lance’s underwear, setting his eager manhood free. He stared for a long moment at Lance’s circumcised cock and then probably remembered what he learned from his cut friends, because he spat on his hand a couple times and curled his fingers around Lance’s stiff dick.

“It’s… so warm…!” – he murmured, almost to himself, and cautiously started stroking the manly member, shyly glancing at Lance, silently asking if he was doing it right. He didn’t need an explicit answer, because Lance tilted his head back and groaned for the pleasure: the physical pleasure of feeling a manly hand on his cock, but also the even greater pleasure of seeing Rod, the 110% straight cop, jacking him off while wearing an irresistible, shy grin on his face.

“Please don’t stop… don’t ever stop…” – Lance pleaded, taking from the inexperienced hand as much pleasure as he could. He wished Rod to touch him, to kiss his skin, to squeeze his nipples, but he didn’t move and didn’t say anything, as he knew he couldn’t push Rod harder than that. The totally straight cop was already crossing many boundaries to give him that barely acceptable handjob.

But, as they say, a man’s brain is his biggest sexual organ, and Lance writhed for the pleasure, knowing that in that very moment Rod’s heart was beating furiously, while for the first time in his life he was giving pleasure to a man. There was such a manly camaraderie in his tentative strokes, such a touching shyness in his eyes that Lance felt overwhelmed: “I… I can’t hold back… I’m gonna cum… Rod, I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s why I’m doing it” – Rod replied with a sincere smile.

Lance groaned and fell into the abyss, won by Rod’s incredible mix of manliness and tenderness; his cock shot a long volley of seed that hit Rod on his groin, and a second one fell on his thigh. “Aw… fuck…” – Rod exclaimed, suddenly understanding why Lance was warning him. But it was too late to change position, Lance was enjoying his orgasm and Rod didn’t think even for a single moment to stop and move away from the deluge of sperm wetting his body.

Lance’s orgasm, in the end, trailed off and Rod stopped his hand; but after a short while he gave another couple strokes at Lance’s now sensitive cock, and watched with wide eyes the guy gasp and squirm: “Are cut guys really this sensitive, after cumming?”

Lance looked at him with an urchin grin and replied: “Uncut guys are even more sensitive. Haven’t you ever tried it?”; and when Rod shook his head, he added: “Next time I’ll give you some good post-orgasm treatment!”

“What? Next time? No no no…. I… I won’t…” – Rod exclaimed, blushing, furiously shaking his head, and Lance burst in laughter: “I know, I know. But a guy can dream, right?”

“You’re… something else!” – Rod replied, and his sincere smile, without the faintest trace of regret, made Lance feel happy.

 

~ Arrested…?? ~

Lance spent the rest of the day in deep thoughts. Memories of Rod’s irresistible naivety and manliness came back to his mind over and over, and always brought with them a sort of warmth, a sense of sympathy for the totally straight cop who, for once, had found some much-needed relief in a manly hand.

But there were also the pictures on the tablet, the fake AI-generated photos of Kareem supposedly visiting beautiful tourist destinations, and the newspaper article describing a situation that was heartwarming and worrying at the same time. Lance was very glad that the world, outside, had taken such a great interest in Kareem’s case; an interest that might’ve quickly led to the release of Kareem. And that was the bad part. Lance knew that the Cube wasn’t the right place for Kareem, but thinking of him going away gave him a pang of deep pain.

And the last part of the article was the most worrying, as it mentioned an upcoming press conference that Kareem was going to attend, someway.

«He shouldn’t have been restricted here in the first place» – Lance reminded to himself – «and it would be so selfish of me stopping him when he will be released. He had a life, outside, and it’s only fair he goes back to where he belongs…»

Lance pushed back the tears and tried to be strong: he loved Kareem, and though the idea of losing him was heartbreaking, he knew that sometimes loving someone means letting go of him…

His phone buzzed, Lance looked at the screen and couldn’t restrain his tears anymore: it was a selfie of Kareem, wearing a very daring outfit with a short skirt and an almost transparent one-button stretch shirt; the message read: «Monsieur D’Antin swears that this outfit is perfect for the fancy dinner I’m going to treat you to tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you. I mean it.»

Could ever Kareem be more lovely? Looking at him, proudly wearing an outfit that just few months ago would’ve been outrageous to his straight mind and education, made Lance’s heart explode for the sudden rush of love, and made his tears flow freely from his eyes.

Kareem had proven to be a strong man, a true warrior, resilient and brave, and Lance didn’t want to be any less. He owed him. He took a deep breath and wiped his tears: one day Kareem was going to leave the Cube, but not that night. That night was going to be a night to remember for both of them. And there was not much time, barely one hour to get ready, so Lance turned off his tablet and quickly headed to the shower.

At 7 PM sharp, Lance sat on the couch, waiting for Kareem in his most elegant and alluring outfit. Soon Kareem would’ve entered the room, with his beautiful brown eyes and his bright smile, and Lance sighed, foretasting the deep passionate kiss they would share…

But it wasn’t Kareem the guy who hurriedly barged in: it was Lionel, the Concierge, and he was clearly in a deep state of shock, judging from his face streaked with tears and his wide eyes.

“Lionel… What happ…”

“They took him!” – Lionel screamed with broken voice – “They brought him away! I couldn’t stop them, Lance! Believe me, I just couldn’t! Forgive me… I couldn’t stop them…”

Lance leapt to his feet and felt an icy grip on his heart; Lionel didn’t say who was forcibly brought away, but he already knew the answer: “Kareem… They took Kareem, didn’t they?”

Lionel whined and nodded in the affirmative: “They said he was under arrest and forcefully dragged him out of the Cube…”; Lance was shocked: “Did they arrest him?? People get arrested and brought here, not out of here!”. He grabbed his tablet and hurriedly took Lionel by his arm, pushing him out: “Sean McLaughlin must know something about it! Let’s go to the Police station!”

They ran to the Police station and barged into the Captain’s office; Sean was there, calmly attending his business. “Sean!” – Lance exclaimed – “What happened to Kareem? Who brought him away?”

Sean fell from the clouds and was shocked to hear the news: “What? Kareem? Did someone bring him away? Who?”

“Two cops, from the Police Corps headquarter” – Lionel recounted, wiping his tears – “I don’t know their names but I’ve seen them many times, as they usually bring here the new guests. They came to me and sent to my tablet a service order sealed with Chief Bellwood’s personal signature. The orders were to summon Kareem to the entrance hall, without telling him why; and I was officially forbidden to inform you, Captain.”

“This is… unacceptable! The Corps can’t come and take my guests without even informing me!” – Sean bellowed – “Let me review the footage from the security cameras, I can’t believe it!”

Sean tapped some commands on his tablet and a large screen on the wall turned on, showing the entrance hall. All of them turned to the screen and watched in deep silence at the shocking, heartbreaking footage…

 

~ Forced freedom ~

Kareem opened the door to the entrance hall with a deep frown on his face; in his hand, he held his phone, where Lionel’s puzzling message was still flashing: «Mr. Bashir, you are required to immediately report at the Entrance Hall.»

Why that formal tone? What was going on at the entrance hall? Kareem had bad feelings about that, but he couldn’t ignore such an imperative order. What most pissed him off was that whatever it was, it was making him be late for his date with Lance…

When he stepped into the bright, total-white entrance hall, he saw Lionel in a corner, barely keeping a grip on himself, and two cops wearing dark-green uniforms in the middle of the hall. He immediately recognized one of them: he was the cop who arrested him and brought him to the Cube, the same man whom he met at the Seedy Sip a couple days ago.

“What does it mean…?” – Kareem inquired, hearing with a shiver the door behind him close and automatically being locked. The cop addressed him with an authoritarian tone: “Mr. Bashir, you’re under arrest. Come with us without resisting.”

“What? I’m not going anywhere! I told you, when we talked at the Seedy Sip!”

“And I told you that you don’t really have any say in this matter, Mr. Bashir.”

“You… You can’t arrest me, I’ve already been arrested, don’t you remember? You brought me here yourself! You already forcibly took me away from my life, back then, and locked me into the Cube! And now you come back to take me away again from the life I’ve built from myself here?? I’m not coming with you, I’m staying here! This is my life, now!”

“So I see…” – the second cop sneered, pointing his chin to Kareem’s Cube-style daring outfit – “but resisting is useless. You’re coming with us, Mr. Bashir… by hook or by crook.”

The cops grabbed Kareem by his arms and he furiously tried to wriggle out of their grip, yelling: “You can’t take me away! This is my place! I… I’ve done many Uranian acts! I’m guilty of Uranian Behavior! There’s an AI statement proving it! Leave me alone!! Lionel! Help me!! You can’t let them bring me away!!”

“Forgive me…” – Lionel cried out, bursting in tears – “I have strict orders… Please forgive me Kareem… Forgive me…!”

Kareem looked in horror at the main door of the Cube sliding open and turned again to Lionel: “Tell Lance I’ll be back! Tell him… that I love him! Tell him, Lionel!!”

And then the door swiftly closed behind them with a soft hiss, and its heavy locks secured it with a sinister clank.

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In the next chapter: Lance is devastated, watching Kareem being dragged away from the Cube. He finds refuge at the Silk & Lace Parlor, where he meets someone who lovingly soothes his pain. With a newly found determination, Lance tries to pursue an extreme solution to get Kareem back.