≈ Ch. 39: COPS ≈
Who’s Who in this chapter
Sean McLaughlin has a passionate and tumultuous phone conversation with Chief Bellwood, who is extremely uncooperative and reticent. After a close encounter with an angry Gary Romano, Lance can finally kiss again Kareem… in his dreams.
~ A stormy phone call ~
«Lance, will you please come up to the Communication Center? I’ve got something for you. --Alastair»
Lance looked at the text he just received and blinked, surprised and amused. The man famous (or notorious) for his three-character texts had written two complete sentences, including proper punctuation and a signature! After Kareem’s ‘counter-arrest’, Lance had barely slept a few hours, and Alastair’s message gave him the push he badly needed to start another day. In no time, Lance climbed up to the 4th Floor and reached the Communication Center.
Alastair saw Lance entering the room and smiled at him, rousing more surprise in Lance: “Alastair! I can’t believe to my eyes! First, a longer text than all the ones you sent in the last year altogether, and now I see a beautiful smile on your handsome face! I wonder what miracle just happened here!”
“The miracle is that since McLaughlin is the new Captain, I’m free to go whenever I want, in the Cube. I’m not restricted anymore to the 4th Floor, like a prison within a prison. It makes me feel happy.”
“Oh, and where did you go, now that you’re allowed to move freely?” – Lance inquired, and Alastair shrugged his shoulders: “Nowhere. I never moved from the 4th Floor, but I could, and this alone makes me feel relieved and happy. And what will make you feel happy… or, at least, a little better… is knowing that McLaughlin is really doing whatever he can, in order to track down Kareem. This morning he had a tumultuous conversation with Chief Bellwood, head of the Police Corps. Here, take this headphone and listen with your own ears…”
Lance put on the headphone and Alastair clicked a button. Sean’s angry voice boomed in their ears.
“Chief Bellwood, with the due respect, the Corps are not the K.G.B.! You don’t send your henchmen to take one of my guests without even informing me! No, better: with precise orders to keep me in the dark! It’s unbelievable! Unacceptable!”
“McLaughlin, watch your mouth!” – Chief Bellwood replied, pissed off – “There are important matters that you cannot and are not supposed to know about! And I’m not going to justify my actions with a subordinate!”
McLaughlin tried to restrain himself, but was clearly fuming: “All I know is that Kareem Bashir is not a postal package you can send wherever you like! I demand to know where he is!”
“You are not in position to demand anything, McLaughlin! Mr. Bashir is exactly where he needs to be right now!”
“Is he… in prison?” – Sean inquired, toning down his voice; and it was a good decision, because Chief Bellwood became a bit more collaborative: “No, he’s not in prison. He didn’t commit any crime, after all. He’s in a nice hotel, at our cost of course. But we can’t let him go around freely, until we sign an agreement or something. If he starts talking to the press, he can raise hell against the Corps, the Ministry and the A.I., it’s too dangerous.”
“Chief Bellwood, I beg you to listen to my advice…” – Sean said with heartfelt tone – “I read the news, I know how much the public opinion is pissed off by this situation. Kareem Bashir is a bomb that is going to blow at any moment, and you have a responsibility toward the Corps: don’t let this bomb blow into our hands! Whatever happened in the past, whoever took the wrong decisions, it doesn’t matter, now: the Corps can play the part of the defender of justice. Set Kareem free, sir! Immediately! He’s a considerate person, he worked in the P.R.: if you talk sincerely to him, he’ll be cooperative. Set him free, sir!”
“Uhm… I don’t know” – Bellwood replied, doubtful – “I’m not sure what I can and can’t do. As you know, I’m the Chief of all the Police Corps, but when sexual crimes are involved, the Minister of the Moral Wellness has the last word. The situation is very complicated. But you definitely have a point, McLaughlin, and I thank you for being so frank with me. Just don’t make a habit of talking to me with that tone: never forget who you are talking to, OK?”
“Sir, I would’ve never talked to you that way if I didn’t respect and admire you completely.”
“And I would’ve never let you talk to me that way, if I didn’t know it was because you really take care of your guests, unlike O’Rourke. Once again, I’m happy to have put you in charge of your Cube. Now I have to go, I have a meeting with the Minister, that stuffed shirt. It’s entirely his fault if I’m in this difficult situation. Have a nice day, McLaughlin, and fear not: I will take good care of Mr. Bashir. And the Corps.”
The communication dropped, and Lance looked at Alastair: “At least, he’s not in prison. But he’s confined to a hotel room: not a prison, but almost. They could’ve let him, at least, go back to his home…”
“He doesn’t have a home anymore” – Alastair replied gravely – “Whenever a man is charged with Uranian Behavior and is sent to the Cube, his possessions are sold or transferred to his heirs, if he has any. In this moment, Kareem owns nothing: home, job, money, nothing. If I were Chief Bellwood, first off I’d grant to Kareem a hefty amount of money and a house.”
Lance had wet eyes, but he refused to give up hope: “If they set him free, maybe he can come back here, no?”
“Lance… I wish I could tell you you’re right, but this is the Cube: do you think Kareem can just come and knock to the door? Visitors are not allowed, here. The main door opens up only to let new guests in.”
A long silence ensued, and Lance did his best to hold his tears. When he could speak again he said: “I’m going to talk to Sean. Maybe he can forward a message to Kareem, when he finds out where he is. Normally, guests can’t send out messages, but Sean will do this for me. I hope.”
~ Bad mistake ~
Lance went to the Police Station and knocked on Sean’s door, but he got no reply. He checked the common room and the gym, and no one was there, either. The entire Police Station seemed deserted. He heard faint noises coming from another door across the hallway, and knocked. This time he heard an angry grunt that he took as a ‘come in’… sort of.
The place was a small locker room, probably used by the officers to get into and out of their uniforms; inside, there was a tall brawny man wearing just white briefs and socks, and from his hairy body and his bearded face, Lance guessed he was Gary Romano, Rod’s brother. They’d never met, so far, but the resemblance with Rod was unmistakable. The man was clearly tense and nervous; he was furiously searching something into his locker and was pissed off because apparently he couldn’t find it.
“You!” – the cop bellowed, turning to Lance – “You’re Lance Maynar, aren’t you?”
“Well… yes…” – Lance replied, a bit worried by Gary’s angry expression; and when the muscular cop walked with great stride toward Lance, he cautiously stepped back, until he hit the wall.
Gary towered over Lance and heavily placed his palms on the wall, at the sides of Lance’s head; he wasn’t touching Lance, and yet his position and his attitude were extremely aggressive, and Lance feared to be beaten or something. His entire field of view was filled with Gary’s massive bare chest, and the muscular arms at his sides seemed ready to crush his head in a snap.
“What have you done to my brother, uh?” – Gary yelled, and Lance weathered under Gary’s irate gaze: “N… Nothing sp… special… I ju… just helped him relieve his t… tension…”
“Rod is a naïve guy, and you took advantage of him! You lured him into man-sex against his will, you pervert! In thirty-two years he’d never, never I say!, done anything vaguely resembling a Uranian Behavior!”
“It wasn’t really Uranian Behavior!” – Lance protested – “He was tense, he didn’t want to jack off, so I gave him a helping hand, that’s all! It’s not enough to trigger an alert in the A.I. or something…”
“Rod is a cop, for fuck’s sake!” – Gary shouted, exasperated, bumping his palms on the wall so hard that the thin wall trembled – “Couldn’t you keep your paws off my brother?? Our Uranian Behavior Assessment must be kept perfectly clean at all times! And now there’s a stain in his UBA! Rod could be discharged with dishonor for that!”
Lance was appalled, suddenly realizing his big mistake and the danger he’d put Rod in, offering him a helping hand. The mere idea that Rod could lose his job, and in such an ignominious way, made tears of shame and regret well from Lance’s eyes: “They’re not going to fire him, right…? Please tell me they won’t fire him…!”
“No. But he’s bound to live with a sword of Damocles over his head, from now on!”
“I messed it up so bad…” – Lance whined – “I’m sorry, Gary… Forgive me… I didn’t mean to harm Rod, I’ve been reckless… I’m so very sorry…”
Lance felt his fiery sense of guilt mix up with his inner pain for Kareem, and he was overwhelmed by the turmoil of emotions; he slowly fell on his knees and sat on his heels, covering his face with his hands, and burst in tears.
Gary didn’t expect such a reaction and placed a friendly hand on Lance’s head: “Hey, hey, come on… It’s not like someone’s going to die… Say… it’s not just about Rod’s UBA, uh?”
“I lost the love of my life…” – Lance cried out – “I jeopardized Rod’s career, Aldritch won’t hack the A.I. and I mistreated Adam so bad, leaving him alone after he came to comfort me! You should well beat me to pulp, Gary, I totally deserve it!”
Gary was a bit puzzled, because he didn’t know most of the men Lance had mentioned, but it was clear as day that Lance was having a very bad time lately: “I’m not going to beat you, Lance. I lost control, I overreacted because I’m as tense as my brother, we can’t go home and… well… we’re men, we have our needs, if you know what I mean.”
~ Surge of testosterone ~
Lance, still sitting on his heels, took his hands off his eyes and found himself staring at Gary’s bulge, encased into his white briefs, at a few inches from his face. He instinctively recoiled, but the wall behind him stopped him. Gary’s cock twitched and thickened into the tight confinement.
Was it just an impression, or Gary had just moved his hips an inch forward, toward Lance’s face? Was it by chance that Gary was still keeping his hand on Lance’s head? What was initially meant as a friendly gesture was quickly becoming very weird…
“I have the same urges as my brother…” – Gary murmured, breathing heavily – “I never felt this horny in my entire life… And it never quits… it never gives me any rest…”
In a different situation, Lance would’ve been more than glad to bore his face into that manly, inviting bulge, but forcefully restrained himself and looked up: “Gary, I’m not going to touch you. Not with a single finger. I’m not going to make this mistake. And you shouldn’t either. If you need relief, you’d better jack yourself off.”
Gary hesitated, because with a part of his testosterone-loaded mind he’d actually fantasized about shoving his cock into Lance’s mouth; male or female, a mouth is a mouth after all, and Lance deserved a punishment, after what he did to Rod. But Lance was right: he was about to make the same mistake as Rod.
“Yeah, I should masturbate…” – Gary breathed – “What if… I do it here? Now?”
“W… with me kneeling in front of you, you mean?”
“It’s not Uranian, if we don’t touch each other” – the cop said with a knowing grin, slowly peeling down his briefs – and I’d feel a loser, if I jack off alone… I can spot a burning desire into your eyes, and… it thrills me. Please…”
“You don’t have to beg me” – Lance confessed – “Do what you feel. I won’t touch you. Nor myself.”
Gary pulled down the briefs a bit more and his hefty cock sprang out; Lance quickly tilted his head back, to avoid being touched by the massive meat, and banged his head on the wall behind him. Gary’s balls were still hidden behind the elastic waistband, and Lance cautiously asked: “Can you please… take your underwear off? If I just have to watch, then let me take a good look at your wondrous manhood…”
“Wondrous? You like my cock, uh?” – Gary said sensually, excited to masturbate at an inch from Lance’s face – “My girlfriend loves my Italian looks, these hefty balls, this lush bush…”
While talking, Gary was massaging his thick uncut cock, sliding his hand all the way back and forth, along the entire shaft; with his other hand, he played with his balls, his pubes and his long foreskin. Lance had to restrain himself not to touch Gary, and moved his hands behind his back.
Lance submissive position, on his knees, with his hands behind his back and his wide lustful eyes enflamed Gary, who started stroking his cock faster and with more determination. His hairy balls bounced and swayed, following the hand’s movements.
“If you could touch me, what would you do to me?”
Lance was surprised to hear such a question from a 110% straight man such as Gary, but he knew well that a surge of testosterone can numb even the most heterosexual mind. “I’d suck your balls into my mouth and would make them drip with saliva…”
Gary groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the dirty talking as much as the pleasure he was giving to himself. “Yeah… I know you’d like to worship my body… my muscular hairy body… like you did with Rod…”
Again, Lance felt his heart beat faster, finding out that Gary made Rod relate what he did with him down to the most intimate detail. “I’d sneak my fingers in places that none of your women ever dared to touch… I’d show you how many erogenous areas you have…”
“Mmmhh… yeah… but I know where my erogenous areas are…”
“No you don’t…” – Lance rebutted with an urchin tone – “Caress your chest, your pecs, play with your body hair, and then… flick your thumb on your nipple… just the tip… gently…”
Gary, keeping his eyes closed, brushed a hand over his torso, dove his fingers into the thick felt covering his chest and then flicked his thumb on his stiff tit and gasped loud: “Fuck! Holy shit… it’s insane…!”
“Go on, don’t stop…” – Lance urged him, eating Gary’s body with his eyes– “pinch your tit with your fingers… no, don’t squeeze it so hard… The softer the touch, the higher the pleasure… Good, now work the other nipple the same way…”
“Nnngghh… I can’t hold back…”
“Resist.” – Lance said in a commanding tone, and then added more sensually: “ Part your legs, it will ease the pressure and will let you last longer…”
“Yeah… Much better… I can go on for hours, now…”
Lance stifled a grin of satisfaction: despite the painful tension into his own pants, he was thrilled by seeing Gary enjoying the not-so-straight sexual act with such enthusiasm, to the point of wishing it could last longer. Gary loved to be watched, loved knowing that he was jacking of at an inch from another man’s face. The sheer unsatisfied desire he could spot in Lance’s eyes made Gary feel powerful, dominant. Sex always has a component of dominance, and dominating another man was surprisingly rewarding…
“Caress your balls…” – Lance suggested with an enticing tone – “Squeeze them, feel how heavy and full of cum they are… Sneak your fingers further between your legs… Do you feel the mound behind your balls? Massage it, press your fingers on it… yeah… see how your cock stiffens even more?”
“Fuuuck… I’m going to shoot…” – Gary moaned, doing his best to hold back.
“Reach further on between your legs… brush your middle finger on your anus…”
“I’m not going to stick a finger up my hole…!” – Gary protested, but his hand moved toward the forbidden target nevertheless. Lance soothed his anxiety: “Just place your middle finger flat on the anus, move it around…”
“NNNGGHH….FUUUCK!!” – Gary screamed, suddenly hitting the climax; his hand sped up, keeping his stiff cock firmly pointed toward Lance’s face, and when Lance opened his mouth wide, ready to drink the nectar of Gary’s loins, the cop gasped and couldn’t hold it anymore. A powerful shot of manly cream rocketed out of Gary’s piss slit and centered Lance’s open mouth, hitting the back of his throat, and then many other sticky plumes followed the first, landing on Lance’s distended tongue, on his lips, on his cheeks.
“Holy shit!!” – Gary exclaimed, surprised by feeling under his fingertips his anus rhythmically clench and relax, almost sucking his middle finger in; it was like he’d just discovered the very root of the powerful shots that were inundating Lance’s face and mouth.
By the time the last dribbles of sperm fell to the floor, Gary was barely standing on his feet, won by the potency of his orgasm. He panted for a short while, still holding his spent cock into his hand, and then took a deep breath: “Fuck, it was… something! Shit, I’m sorry I made a mess on your face…”
“Do you hear me complain?” – Lance joked, rising to his feet. Gary was about to place a friendly hand on his shoulder, but Lance sneaked away: “No, the A.I. might still sense your post-orgasmic state, better not to take risks. How do you feel about… what we just did?”
“I just jacked off, men do it all the time, right?” – Gary replied with a serene smile, that soon morphed into a tense smirk: “But I feel bad about you… I mean, you’re gay, I had you watch me wanking at an inch from your face, you must feel… tense. Maybe you want me… uhm… to watch you while… ”
“I’ll take care of my tension at home” – Lance interjected, much to Gary’s relief – “but I really appreciate your offer. I know it wasn’t easy for you suggesting it. I’d better go, now. Say hi from me to Rod, and please tell him I feel like shit for the bad situation I put him in. Do you think the Corps will make a fuss about the… stain in his UBA?”
“Not in the immediate future. But whenever an officer is transferred to another Corp, it’s customary that the new commander requests a UBA for each new officer. O’Rourke did it with all of us, including Sean, who’s not… totally unstained; and look at him now, Acting Captain of this Cube. Often, things like that are regarded as minor faults and ignored, but it all depends on the commander.”
“I wish I could fix this mess” – Lance said, contrite, and Gary comforted him: “Stop thinking about it. It just happened. And besides, it took two to do it. You already have your problems to deal with. I don’t know who are those… Aldritch and Adam you mentioned earlier, but I know Kareem and I know what happened. Our door is always open for you, if you need to talk or anything else. Uhm… ‘anything’ except… you know… Uranian Behavor of any kind, that is!”
Lance laughed heartily, and Gary followed suit. Gary got dressed, Lance cleaned up his face and then they bid their goodbyes.
~ Living a dream ~
That night, Lance headed to bed, but he already knew that he was not going to sleep. He missed Kareem too much, and his empty bed constantly reminded him how lonesome he was. So, he asked the A.I. to provide a sleeping pill and took it.
The effect was immediate, he felt relaxed, sleepy, even a bit dizzy; so he immediately sneaked under the bedsheet and closed his eyes.
And there he was. Kareem. Almost painfully handsome and sexy. Behind his closed eyelids, lost in his chemical-induced slumber, Lance could see Kareem in every detail, he was… more real than reality.
He was lying on the bed, next to Lance, in silence. His naked body was like a siren’s song for Lance. “May I touch you?” – Lance whispered, afraid to break the illusion talking to Kareem.
“I’m your dream” – Kareem replied with an enticing grin – “You can do to me anything you want. Anything…”
Lance smiled wide and threw himself on the manly vision, caressing the vast expanse of his chest, his handsome bearded face, his stiffening cock: “Anything, you said? Like fucking me until I cum three times without even touching my cock?”
“I can do better than that. In your dream I can make you cum just doing this…”
And he locked his lips on Lance’s, in a ravenous, churning kiss that made Lance feel dizzy. There was such a powerful passion, such a dominant manliness and such a complete intimacy in that kiss that Lance felt a powerful orgasm suddenly explode into his groin. His cock started spurting thick ropes of man cream, while the kiss went on, and on, and on…
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In the next chapter: Lance starts abusing sleeping pills, because only when sleeping he can see Kareem in his chemically powered dreams; all of Lance’s dreams feel more real than reality, but one dream in particular takes Lance’s breath away. And the morning after, amazing news arrives.
