C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 42: THE HOBBIT ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

During a long night, when most of the Cube is asleep, Lance explains to Sean McLaughlin the recent events and reveals many secrets; the Concierge Lionel gets a harsh and mostly undeserved reprimand, and then meets Boubaker, the Head of Security, and something unexpected sparkles between them.

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~ Kareem’s gone ~

Lance went back home, after the weird and unpleasant meeting with Perry Yukon at the Uranus club. Entering the silent apartment, he hoped to find Kareem, there: after all, at noon Kareem had promised that he would’ve been home soon, but the entire day had gone by and Lance didn’t hear from him, nor from Aldritch. Little he knew that Kareem, urged by Aldritch, had gone out of the Cube in a great hurry, to explain to the world the deep meaning of the ‘orgasmic hurricane’ occurred at noon.

By now, it was almost midnight, and Lance couldn’t stand anymore staying in his deserted apartment alone, so he went out and headed to the Police station. He knew that Sean’s shift had long ended, but he wanted to ask to the night watch if they had news about Kareem.

Much to his surprise, when he stepped into the Police station, he heard Sean angrily addressing someone; the voices came from the Captain’s office, the door was slightly ajar, so he cautiously stepped in. Inside, he saw Sean in civilian clothes shouting against Lionel, the Concierge, who was withering under the Captain’s irate gaze.

“How the fuck could you let him go??” – Sean yelled, pointing a menacing finger at Lionel – “You’re the damn Concierge, you’re in charge of the main door, you’re supposed to keep people locked inside!!”

Sean turned to see who was coming in, saw Lance peeking through the door and restrained himself. Lance timidly asked: “It’s about Kareem, right? Did he go away?”

“Yeah, but what I’d like to know” – Sean bellowed – “is why the fuck he was here in the first place! And why this stupid Concierge let him go away!”

“So, he’s gone away…” – Lance murmured with a grimace of sudden pain, and then added in a soothing tone: “It’s not Lionel’s fault. Kareem had to go. And besides, he’s not a guest anymore, Lionel couldn’t stop him from going away.”

“I… I guess you’re right” – Sean whined, sitting on his chair with a sad expression – “But why didn’t he tell me he was here? Why didn’t he just stopped by to say hello? Just a damn hello…”

Lance’s heart went out to Sean, perfectly understanding how he was feeling: “Sean, I miss him, too. I feel like I’ve lost half of my heart. Before going away, he didn’t bother to say hello to you, nor to say goodbye to me. You and I have to move on and look at a future without Kareem.”

“Why do you say that??”

“There are a lot of things you must know, Sean. I was about to tell you, before that… orgasmic frenzy hit us. Kareem has an important mission, outside, because what happened at noon didn’t happen only here at the Cube, it happened throughout the entire world. The entire population experienced the same wrecking climax we felt, and it surely raised many questions: answering to those questions is Kareem’s task.”

Sean’s mind was still focused too much on Kareem to fully take in the deep implications of Lance’s revelations; instead of expressing surprise or shock, he just asked: “How did Kareem enter the Cube? I know well how he went out: he kindly asked Lionel and he opened the main door for him; half an hour ago I was at home, but Boubaker from the Control Room checked the video footage, saw a man exiting the Cube and immediately called me back in service. Lionel told me he was Kareem and I… I lost it. I’m sorry, Lionel, I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you. But Lance, you must know how Kareem entered the Cube: sure enough he didn’t come through the main door!”

Lance looked intensely at Sean: “Am I talking to my friend or to a Police officer?”

“There’s no difference, not anymore” – Sean replied shaking his head – “I’m supposed to follow the rules, but these rules just make me sick. When they took Kareem by force and brought him away, something broke inside me: if the Corps endorse such despicable acts, they don’t deserve my loyalty. I’m the Captain of this Cube, and my loyalty goes to the Cube.”

Lance nodded, serious: “There’s a secret room in the basement, it can be reached using the elevator no. 4. There’s a metal door connecting the room to the sewage system, but the door can be opened only from outside: that’s why Kareem couldn’t use it to go out like he did to come inside.”

Sean looked straight at Lance and said gravely: “Thank you for trusting me. I won’t fail you, I won’t tell my superiors about the door, nor I’ll have it locked. Besides, Kareem may use it again to come visit us, hopefully…”

“I don’t think he will” – was Lance’s sad reply – “And not just because he has something important to do outside. Until a few months ago, he had a life outside, Sean. A life. A fiancé, a job, a house. I was hoping that the Cube had changed Kareem, had changed his deep feelings, but this morning he said he’s always the same man, the same straight man who still craves the touch of a woman. I know he was sincere, when he told he loved me, and he told me many times, but let’s face reality, I’m not his life… and neither you are. He’ll quickly forget about the Cube.”

“Bullshit…” – Sean objected, but his tone was not really convincing – “He can’t just forget you, me, the Cube, the life he’s built for himself here. He can’t do that… right?”

Lance shot a sad glance at Sean and briefly shook his head: “I dearly wish you’re right, but listen to my advice, Sean: stop thinking of Kareem. He’s gone. Besides, there’s something even more serious coming up, and my task… our task is to help the people of the Cube. Because, you see, soon the Cube may not exist anymore: without all the sexual data that got recently destroyed along with all the related Uranian Behavior Assessments, the Ministry of Moral Wellness doesn’t have any valid reason to keep people locked in a Cube.”

“Why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?” – Sean inquired, and Lance eagerly replied: “Because there are many people, here, who don’t have a life to go back to, outside! People who lived their entire adult life here! What has the outer world to offer to them? How can they even survive outside?”

Sean was shocked: “I… I didn’t think of that. But the Ministry can’t just throw everyone out! I won’t let it happen!”

“Then prepare for the worst, Sean. Because when the Minister issues the order, you’ll find yourself between the Devil and the deep sea.”

A deep, meaningful silence fell in the room, until Lionel, timidly, broke it: “I… I think I should go.”

“I’m coming with you” – Lance replied – “I need a favor, if you don’t mind.”

They bid their goodbyes to Sean and went out to Alpha Avenue, that was deserted at that late hour of the night. “Lionel…” – Lance tentatively asked while walking – “I know it’s late, but I hope you can come with me to a place. To the 4th Floor. Call me stupid… but I want to see Kareem going away. I need to see him one last time. And while watching the footage, you could fill me with the details that the security camera couldn’t get, what he said, how he felt…”

“OK… But… Lance, I have something to tell you… You see, before going out, Kareem gave me a kiss, but it was only a joke, it didn’t mean anything… There’s a joke going on between us, because when I first met him I said he had lips that begged to be kissed, and he…”

Lance flashed a warm smile: “You don’t have to tell me, Lionel. And besides, he damn has lips that beg to be kissed! Ahh… I miss him so much…! But you don’t have anything to be worried about. Now come, have you ever been to the Control Room? The head of the security is a friend of mine, the name’s Boubaker, he’s a huge mass of black muscles with a bright smile that can lit up a room…”

 

~ Boubaker ~

They climbed up to the 4th Floor and walked to block 4ε7, the Surveillance Center. Lance knew that Boubaker lived inside the building and rang the doorbell, hoping that he wasn’t sleeping, yet.

“Come in!” – a thunderous voice came from inside, and Lance stepped in, followed by Lionel. When Boubaker came out from a dark corner, Lionel gasped with more than a bit of anxiety: Boubaker wasn’t just ‘a mass of black muscles’, he was a fuckin’ mountain! Lionel was a bit short, he’d always had a petite physique, though he didn’t mind, as he was well proportioned; but when he found himself looking up at Boubaker towering over him, painfully aware that his own head didn’t reach higher than the man’s nipples, he let out a feeble “Aww… fuck…”

Boubaker flashed his bright, friendly smile and saluted: “Lance! Welcome! And greetings to you, honorable Hobbit!”

Lionel couldn’t restrain a hearty laughter, hearing the black mountain call him ‘Hobbit’, that described in a colorful way the obvious size difference between them. They shook hands, smiling at each other, and Lance couldn’t help but notice that the handshake went on longer than usual, and sparkles of mutual interest flew between their eyes. Or better, between Lionel’s eyes and the white visor covering Boubaker’s blind eyes.

“You know, Hobbit, my visor has an x-ray function…” – Boubaker lied with an enticing tone, still keeping Lionel’s small hand locked into his giant paw – “…and I can spot a stiff erection inside your pants…”

Lionel was anything but a shy guy, but Boubaker’s imposing presence and his overwhelming confidence made him really feel like a Hobbit shaking hands with a Troll. He blushed and shyly lowered his eyes, and didn’t need an x-ray visor to spot the biggest cock he’d ever seen twitching inside Boubaker’s tight pants. “Holy fuck…” – Lionel murmured, mentally comparing the thickness of the restrained beast with his own forearm…

Lance silently watched the tall man and the slim guy looking at each other with something more than a sudden sexual attraction, and reckoned that if ever he’d witnessed love at first sight, that was definitely the case. Suddenly, Lance felt to be in the way, whatever was happening in the room: «I’ll watch the video footage tomorrow…», he thought, while silently sneaking away, completely unnoticed.

Lionel was wearing a sort of open blouse without buttons, and he shrugged it off his shoulder with such an imperceptible movement that it seemed it almost fell to the floor on its own. Boubaker took a step back to better look at the guy’s slim, sexy body, and absentmindedly licked his lips. But then, as if he’d suddenly remembered something, he took a deep breath and shook his head: “It won’t work. You’re smoking hot, but it can’t work.”

“Why do you say that? Don’t send me away, I can make you feel good, believe me!”

“I’m sure you can, Hobbit, but look at me… I’m fucking huge! And I’m not talking just about my biceps. Damn… I’ve never seen in my life more a handsome guy than you, with a perfect bubble butt and two big eyes as blue as the Ocean, but I just can’t… touch you. I’d hurt you.”

“I’m not a rookie” – Lionel insisted, sensually pressing his body on Boubaker’s – “I can do it. Don’t send me away. I… I never felt like this…”

“Neither have I” – Boubaker replied, almost under his breath. They were talking about sex, but there was something going much deeper than that, something totally unexpected, and they suddenly fell short of words. Boubaker easily lifted Lionel up, until their heads were at the same level, and then gave him a kiss, whose sweetness and tenderness contrasted so much with his massive physique and his dominant attitude.

When they parted, Lionel was breathless. He’d always been a light-hearted sex partner, even with a solid streak of sluttiness, and during his years at the Cube he’d met, in a biblical sense, quite a lot of men; but the sudden thrill he was now feeling, looking with rapt eyes at the giant black man in front of him, was putting him off-balance.

Boubaker’s background was totally different than Lionel’s. He’d always found hard to find a partner, due to his former job in the Intelligence and his current job as Chief of Security, but also because of his blindness. And the enormous size of his manhood didn’t help, either: it usually attracted many eager glances, but Boubaker already felt ‘freak’ enough for being blind, he didn’t want people to think of him as a three-legged man. And now, out of the blue, a guy as small as a Hobbit had come out from nowhere, looking straight at his face as if he could see his eyes through the solid screen of the visor, and making him feel things that he’d never felt before.

With slow, cautious movements, Boubaker unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor; the vast expanse of his smooth chest glistened with a thin layer of perspiration. Lionel reached up to the bulging pecs and explored them with his palms, reverently, as if he was afraid to scare the bulky man. Still boring his eyes into Boubaker’s, almost oblivious that he was wearing a visor, Lionel knelt down and peeled down the man’s elastic pants, setting his huge member free.

Boubaker held his breath, as that was the moment when his rare partners usually commented his oversize manhood in an embarrassing and demeaning way; but not Lionel: he took the growing beast with both hands, without ever averting his gaze from Boubaker’s face, and gave a tender kiss to it, right on the dark pink glans.

There was no need for words. Lionel began licking the thick shaft, brushed his smooth cheek on it and then tentatively took the tip into his mouth, opening his jaws as much as he could. The hardest part was to keep his teeth away from the sensitive skin, but his long experience in the oral department helped him. And yet, there was no way he could take more than a few inches of the thick rod into his mouth, it was physically impossible.

Boubaker placed one beefy hand on the back of Lionel’s head, and the small guy, only for one brief moment, was afraid that Boubaker could force him down onto his humongous cock; but all Lionel felt was a gentle caress, a thankful gesture for the obvious effort he was putting in sucking the massive meat.

Using his lips, his tongue, his hands and his cheeks, Lionel gave a five-star treatment to the wondrous member, but always looking up at Boubaker’s face, as if Lionel couldn’t get enough of his masculine, handsome features. By now, Boubaker was breathing heavily, and his cock throbbed like a live animal. With more than a hint of anxiety, Lionel stood up and got naked; he looked around, unsure where to go, and Boubaker smiled with affection and picked him up, carrying him bodily as if he weighed nothing. He went to a back room were an ample king-size bed, surprisingly neatly made, was awaiting them. Boubaker put Lionel down on the soft mattress and opened the drawer of the nightstand to take some lube; only, it wasn’t a standard tube or a dispenser: it was a large jar full of a slick transparent gel. He scooped some gel and waited, with an expecting grin, looking down at Lionel.

 

~ The Hobbit and the Troll ~

“Oh!” – Lionel uttered, instantly reclining on his back and raising his legs, to offer his little bubble ass to the giant. Boubaker smeared some gel on Lionel’s puckered hole, gently massaged it and then inserted his middle finger into the twitching hole.

Lionel gasped and Boubaker frowned, surprised: “It’s just one finger…”

“I’ve been fucked by thinner dicks than your Troll finger” – Lionel joked – “but don’t worry, I’m far from my limit…”

“That’s my brave Hobbit…” – Boubaker replied, with a wide grin, and started gyrating and sliding his finger in and out the tight canal. He added more lube, liberally scooping it from the jar, and slowly loosened Lionel’s anal ring, adding a second finger, and then a third. Three Troll fingers were hard to take enough, but they were nothing, compared to the black club soon coming to replace them; so, when Boubaker withdrew his hand, Lionel looked at him with a tense expression.

“We can stop here, you don’t have to do it” – Boubaker warned, covering his thick member with a large amount of gel – “I’m used to be left high and dry, when my partners look at… this thing.”

“That thing is part of you” – Lionel replied with passion – “and I want you… I want every part of you…”

Boubaker climbed on the bed and took position between Lionel’s spread legs: “OK, but tell me if I’m hurting you. Don’t play the hero, you don’t need to prove anything to me.”

The fat dark-pink mushroom head pressed on Lionel’s puckered hole, that instantly relaxed, opening up to welcome the thick intruder; but it wasn’t enough. Boubaker stood perfectly still, holding his cock with one beefy hand, and patiently waited. He felt Lionel’s hole twitching, trying to let the large glans in, and didn’t add any pressure, he just waited.

And then, all of the sudden, the black club plopped inside the stretched hole. “Holy shit…!” – Lionel uttered between his clenched teeth, but immediately reassured Boubaker: “I’m OK, just give me a moment…”

At Lionel’s nod, Boubaker fed him another couple inches of hard meat, slowly, taking great care of his partner; he was actually surprised that a guy as small as Lionel could go that far. Lionel was keeping his eyes closed, totally focused on his task: relax, open up, ignore the pain; but it was an easy task, because the warmth of Boubaker’s black beast against his inner linings was pure pleasure, and compelled Lionel to give all he had to give.

“Nnngghh…” – the guy moaned, when the initial three inches became six, and Boubaker shook his head: “I don’t need more, it’s enough…”

“It would be enough if we were just fucking” – Lionel said with an intense glance – “But we’re not fucking… we’re making love… and I can’t get enough of it… I want it all.”

Boubaker felt a sudden warmth inside, understanding that what Lionel wanted, what he craved for, wasn’t his cock, but his love. His love! He felt an incredible connection with that petite white guy squirming under him, a connection he’d never felt with anyone, and did something he’d never done with anyone: looking straight at Lionel, Boubaker reached to his own face and with a swift move removed the visor covering his blind eyes.

“Oh my goodness…” – Lionel murmured with a rapt voice, admiring the most beautiful and sincere green eyes he’d ever seen. Lionel knew that those eyes were blind, but they had such a depth, they shone with such a loving glare that he had no more doubts: what he felt for the massive giant was nothing but love, pure love, the strongest love he’d ever felt in his life. He was moved by Boubaker’s courage in baring himself that way, showing his flaws and his vulnerability, and wanted him with every fiber of his being. His body responded to his deep desire, and his inner doors opened up to welcome Boubaker’s manliness, inch after thick inch, until the man’s hefty balls slapped against his ass.

“Give yourself to me, Boubaker… I’m ready… Make love to me…”

Boubaker tried to remember the last time he could sink his entire weapon into a warm hole, and he failed, because so far no one could do that. With his heart thumping like a drum, Boubaker set his hips in motion, and the thick rod smoothly slid out of Lionel’s overstretched hole, to then fill it again to the brim. Lionel’s velvety inner linings caressed Boubaker’s sensitive manhood, opened up to welcome it at each thrust and hugged it tight every time it receded, trying to stop the warm rod from moving away.

Never in his life Lionel had felt so stuffed, so full of manly meat; unexplored places inside him adjusted to make room to the humongous intruder, and if this caused to Lionel a few occasional pangs of pain, it was the most delightful pain he’d ever felt.

Incredible as it seemed, Boubaker’s manhood and Lionel’s welcoming hole were made for each other. At some point, Boubaker gently took one of Lionel’s hands and placed on his belly; at first Lionel didn’t understand what Boubaker wanted, but then felt under his hand his own belly bump out and stretch under the inner pressure of the long black spear. “Holy fuck…!”, Lionel uttered, and Boubaker murmured tenderly: “You’re incredible, my wonderful tiny Hobbit… You don’t know what you’re giving to me tonight… With you, I don’t have to restrain myself, I can finally feel a man, give free rein to my loins…! I… I think I love you…!”

Unable to reply for the sudden lump blocking his throat, Lionel grabbed Boubaker’s face and pulled it down, to give him a ravenous kiss, that Boubaker gladly reciprocated, while pumping his mighty rod in and out of his lover’s chute.

Lionel felt like he’d died and went to heaven. Never in his life he could take such a giant cock, and truth to be told at first it hurt like hell; but it wasn’t just a cock, it was the vital essence of Boubaker, and Lionel felt like every thrust of the massive meat reached his heart, making it beat faster.

“OH MY GAWWWDDD…!” – Lionel screamed out of the blue, taken aback by a sudden explosive orgasm; his prostate, crushed by the huge invader, pumped thick globs of man cream out of his stiff cock, while his anal muscles, stretched to their limit, tried unsuccessfully to tighten around the thick club ramming his ass.

Boubaker didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, the sensations he was feeling were beyond anything he’d ever experienced in his life, because, as Lionel said, they weren’t just fucking, they were making love with every inch of themselves: cock, ass, mind, heart, everything! In a rush of passion, Boubaker rose to his knees and lifted Lionel up, holding him by his small waist; without any apparent effort, he lifted Lionel in the air and let him fall over his rigid member, over and over; and Lionel really felt like a tiny Hobbit fucked by a huge and mighty Troll.

“OOOOHHHH!!!” – Lionel groaned again, when a second orgasm exploded in his groin.

“Cum! Cum for me, my handsome little Hobbit! I’m about… nnngghh… about to… breed yoOOOUUU!!!!”

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” – Lionel screamed, feeling the impossibly thick cock thicken even more and pulse almost obscenely inside him; a torrent of warm man-juice flooded his depths, reaching unexplored places never touched before by a man. “Hold me… Hold me tight…” – Lionel pleaded, feeling on the verge of losing consciousness for the overwhelming sensations. And when the powerful orgasm ended, he actually fainted briefly, still impaled on Boubaker’s wondrous cock.

When he came to, Boubaker was lying on the bed next to him, wearing again his visor, and a wide smile lit up his face. “So… what’s your name, honorable Hobbit? Bilbo? Frodo?”

“Ha ha ha!!!” – Lionel burst out in laughter – “No, no… It’s Lionel… at your service, O Mighty Troll! But…” – he added, suddenly anxious – “…you’re not going to turn into stone when the sun rises, are you?”

Boubaker placed his big hand on Lionel’s cheek and shook his head: “Trolls turn into stone because they don’t have a heart…”

And proved his point giving to Lionel a long, passionate and loving kiss.

When they parted, Lionel’s eyes were veiled with sadness: “I wasn’t joking, earlier. I… I feel I have a place in the world, for the first time in my life. But this life could soon end, when the doors of the Cube will open up, and you’ll go back to the outer world…”

“What are you talking about?” – Boubaker inquired, incredulous – “Why on earth should they set us free?”

“Because all the sexual data stored inside the A.I. got lost, along with all the Uranian Behavior Assessments: without them, there’s no valid reason to keep us locked here. Soon we all will go back to our old lives, outside, and I’m afraid that you… I mean, you and I…”

“I’m not going to give up on my handsome and sweet Hobbit, whatever happens” – Boubaker stated, resolutely – “But maybe you, when outside…”

Lionel smiled wide and his eyes shone with irrepressible happiness: “I’m going to stick to my gigantic and tender Troll, no matter what”. And he literally climbed on Boubaker’s massive torso, took his face into his hands and gave him a long, deep kiss that made their souls melt into one.

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In the upcoming penultimate chapter: The storm that Kareem had foreseen hits the Cube; Sean McLaughlin, along with Perry and Lance, sets up another ‘event’ at the Rainbow Pavilion to share the groundbreaking news, getting mixed reactions from the people of the Cube. Things escalate in the worst way, making Sean take a very bald decision.