≈ Ch. 34: O’ROURKE’S NIGHTMARE
Who’s Who in this chapter
O’Rourke gets caught into a living nightmare and starts paying for his sins; amongst the many men who want to take revenge over him, one surprises everyone. Kareem gets a message from a mysterious man asking for a secret rendezvous at the infamous area called ‘The Barren’.
~ The scariest ‘welcome wagon’ ~
In the main hall of the Police station, O’Rourke watched Sean McLaughlin going away, leaving him to his fate, and silently cursed him. He turned around and got pale, looking at the ‘welcome wagon’ come to take him and, in all likely, throw him into a living nightmare.
O’Rourke, as much as his buddies Wilde and Reeves, were painfully aware of being stark naked, which enhanced even more their feeling of helplessness. The fallen Captain tried to soldier on and looked at the dozen men gathered there to take him and his fellow cops. He knew well some of them, like Kareem, Perry Yukon and his employee Mateo, the ‘imperfect’ Alastair and a couple muscular dancers from the Stud Stable; but he couldn’t recognize the others, and wondered when he punished or arrested them, and why.
“Welcome to the Cube, Captain…” – Kareem said in a threatening tone, wearing a malicious smirk – “Guys, take them!”
Instantly the men were over the three former cops, immobilizing them with their arms locked behind their back; their wrists were quickly tied with thin ropes and they were roughly pushed out of the Police station.
“Where are we going?” – O’Rourke cautiously asked, and Kareem replied with fake courtesy: “You’re new here, let us show you around a bit. And then the three of you are kindly invited to a special welcome party on the 2nd Floor.”
The group marched slowly across the Cube, forcing the three naked men to take a humiliating walk of shame; at every corner, in front of every shop, the guests of the Cube sneered at them, mocking their nudity and calling them names. Reeves, due to the tiny size of his flaccid manhood, was cruelly targeted with chuckles and demeaning comments.
They got to the elevators and, much to O’Rourke’s puzzlement, they climbed to the 3rd Floor. There, the bound cops were forcefully brought to the graveyard, where briefly stopped in front of Dougal McLaughlin’s tomb. Kareem looked pensively at the photo displayed on the tombstone and said gravely: “I thought you would’ve been happy to meet an old friend. Hope you enjoy the sight.”
“The sight is fuckin’ depressing!” – O’Rourke barked, and Kareem rebutted: “I was talking to Officer McLaughlin. I don’t believe in the afterworld, but if it exists, then McLaughlin is definitely enjoying the sight. Time to move, guys! Let’s the good men laying here rest in peace.”
The group reached again the elevators and got to the 2nd Floor. The streets were unusually crowded, as if the people of the Cube were waiting for them, and again the three naked cops had to humble themselves, forced to take the insults and even the spits raining upon them. When the group turned onto Ni Avenue, O’Rourke instantly guessed where they were heading; and though he wasn’t surprised, his heart missed a beat when they arrived in front of the Rowdy Hole.
In the long history of that place, it never featured a ‘Tier 3’ cop, much less a Captain of the Sex Police; but they were soon about to have one, and O’Rourke feared he wasn’t going to survive the torture. Under his command, countless men of the Cube suffered a great deal, many were unjustly punished and tormented, there were just too many people eager to take revenge on him. Too many to survive them.
The three captives were roughly dragged inside the Rowdy Hole, that was deserted, at that unusual time of the morning. There was only one ‘Tier 3’ glory hole, and O’Rourke was forcefully shoved toward it. “Wait” – Kareem said, and everyone stopped, as if he was regarded by everyone as their leader – “I don’t want him to be partly hidden behind the divider: bring a padded bench in front of the hole and tie him tight, in plain sight.”
Several men quickly did as Kareem had suggested, and in no time O’Rourke was lying on the bench, with his head resting on the wooden divider, his arms tied up over his head and his legs kept forcefully spread by strong ropes tied to the hooks on the divider. The Captain’s hairy virgin hole twitched for the anxiety.
O’Rourke looked around the little allowed by his restraints, and could count no less than fifty men looking back at him with an evil glare in their eyes. A bit afar, Wilde and Reeves, as pale as ghosts, were waiting for their turn, tightly held by muscular men.
“Let’s set some rules” – Kareem said aloud, to be heard by the raucous group – “I’m the one who calls the shots. We’re a lot, we’re all angry and this is no good, as things can easily get out of hand. Don’t worry, the Captain, here, won’t go anywhere. Now, I need four guys, to… get the Captain in the mood! Who volunteers?”
Mateo and other three young guys eagerly stepped forward, grinning wide, and Kareem instructed them: “His cock and his ass are off-limits, but the rest of his body is yours to enjoy it at will. Show to this straight stud how pleasurable can be a manly touch!”
~ The feast begins ~
The four guys moved at the sides of the bound Captain and started caressing his body very sensually. Truth to be told, O’Rourke had always been a cruel commander, feared by everyone; but he was also an extremely sexy hunk of a man, with a physique to drool over, and that fueled the dreams of many guys, at the Cube: dreams that had no hopes to be fulfilled, being the Captain fiercely straight and very homophobic.
But now, the hairy stud was there, tightly bound and helpless, for the guys to do whatever they wanted to him. Playful fingers dove into his thick chest hair, smooth palms caressed his inner thighs, strong hands took handfuls of his pecs, daring nails scratched and tickled his scrotum, expert tongues darted on his nipples, soon coupled by eager lips.
“Leave me alone, you filthy faggots!” – O’Rourke yelled, squirming hard to avoid the unwelcome manly touch – “Fuck you! Stop! I said STOP!!”
But the relentless ministrations didn’t stop. Not a single inch of the Captain’s skin was spared: the four guys caressed his face, brushed their hands on his muscular torso, licked his calves in the most sensual way, until Mateo leaned over O’Rourke’s face and murmured, looking straight at him: “I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time, Captain…”, and locked lips with the fierce straight cop. “MMMMMPHH!!” – O’Rourke protested, trying to keep his mouth shut, but Mateo pinched his nose, until the Captain had to part his lips, and Mateo’s tongue broke into his wet cavern, exploring every inch of it with confident determination.
When, at long last, Mateo recoiled, O’Rourke was furious: “Motherfucker! If I wasn’t bound I…”
“Drop the act” – Kareem interrupted him, pointing his chin to O’Rourke’s hard cock – “You’re enjoying this more than you are willing to admit, uh?”
“What the fuck?? I… I swear I don’t like it! I… I’ve never…”
“Go on, guys” – Kareem said, chuckling – “Bring the inner faggot out of Mr. Straight Cop!”
The four guys eagerly took again possession of O’Rourke’s body, strictly leaving unattended both his cock and his ass, but titillating every nerve, every inch of skin, every hair of his body in a masterful way. Soon O’Rourke started moaning, unable to keep his mouth shut; his cock became stiffer and thicker, and a long stream of pre-cum started oozing from the piss slit.
“Gawd, what are you doing to me… Nnnggghh… Stop… Stop, I can’t resist…!!! I’m not like this… I swear I’m not like this!! No…! Not there… Mmmmhh!!”
It was clear as day that O’Rourke, after the initial resistance, had been fully enveloped in the sensual trap the guys were setting up for him. He squirmed hard, prey of what his mind considered a guilty and abominable desire, and he kept on protesting: “I’m not a faggot…! God help me, I can’t… Mmmmhh!! Yeah…! I mean, no!!”
Though the guys were enjoying feasting on O’Rourke’s manly body, they started wondering if the supposed ‘punishment’ was a bit too pleasurable for him; they glanced at Kareem, and he praised them: “Good job, you made him delirious, forcing him to acknowledge how much men turn him on. His body may enjoy your caresses, but believe me, his mind is torturing him, and it’s a worse torture than the strongest physical pain. I know well. But yeah, it’s time for some good old physical pain!”
With those words, Kareem took a bottle of lube and unceremoniously shoved the long nozzle into the Captain’s ass, squeezing a large amount of slick fluid right inside his chute.
O’Rourke was visibly lost in a sexual nirvana, but not a nice one: it was a horrible place full of men that could give him a much greater pleasure than any woman he’d ever met, and he shook his head, trying to deny to himself the horrifying truth: deep inside, he was a faggot. He turned to Kareem and uttered haltingly: “Are… Are you going… to fuck me?”
“There’s a time-honored tradition here at the Rowdy Hole” – Kareem replied with a knowing grin – “Any new ‘Tier 3’ man must be opened up by… Rex!”
From around a corner, came out a tall bear, muscular and chubby, and extremely hairy. His large beer gut bounced at each heavy step, but the part of him that O’Rourke’s gaze was rooted on was his hard veiny cock, six good inches of hard meat as thick as a can of beer.
“You… You can’t let him…” – O’Rourke started pleading, looking at Kareem and sweating profusely – “He’ll split me open… I’m a virgin, for fuck’s sake!!”
Kareem’s icy glance scared O’Rourke, and his words scared him even more: “He’s not thicker than the dildo of the throne you forced me to take. And I was a virgin, too. But looking at you, squirming with desire like the man-whore you are, I can guess you’ll enjoy the brutal impalement much more than I did, back then.”
“Enjoy…? Enjoy?? Fuck no!!” – O’Rourke screamed, when Rex pressed his incredibly fat knob on his tight virgin hole – “Man, don’t do it… Don’t do it…! No! AAAAARRGGHH!!!!”
The steel-hard rod, propelled by Rex’s powerful loins, speared O’Rourke’s hole with a single, brutal thrust, cruelly tearing apart his anal rings. O’Rourke screamed out of his lungs, thinking he was going to die; but in that very moment, when the dreadfully thick cock sunk into his ruined hole to the hilt, the impossible happened, and O’Rourke’s cock started shooting volley after volley of thick man juice up in the air. “No! God NOOOO!!!” – O’Rourke screamed in horror, realizing that he really had to be the most whorish faggot of the world, if having his virgin hole opened wide that way could’ve made him cum like that.
Every anal contraction of the powerful ejaculation caused to O’Rourke fiery pangs of pain, but this didn’t stop the fountain of sperm rocketing out of his throbbing cock. “What a nice bitch you are!” – Rex mocked him, pumping his weapon in and out of the Captain’s hole – “Yeah, keep cumming! Your tight ass is milking my cock in such a wonderful way…!”
“No… No… Stop… Please stop…” – O’Rourke pleaded, when the last dribbles of sperm rolled down his untouched cock, and Rex sneered at him: “Why should I stop? You’re still rock-hard, man! I bet I can fuck the cum out of you another time before I’m done!”
The furious fuck went on for a long time; Rex was a fucking machine, he never missed a beat, he never slowed down, his cock slammed into the fiery chute with such a relentless force that Kareem thought that Rex was a sort of living throne. O’Rourke kept screaming, pleading and even whining, but all the while his cock didn’t lose a fraction of its stiffness; and if it wasn’t disturbing enough, each powerful thrust added to his sexual tension, until he was helplessly moaning and blubbering nonsense, tossing his head from side to side, feeling a sexual excitement that he couldn’t even think possible.
“A true bitch loves having her tits manhandled” – Kareem said at one point – “Mateo, will you and your friend please do the honor?”
The two guys took their place at the sides of the restrained Captain and eagerly started feasting on his stiff meaty nipples, licking, biting and squeezing them in the most enticing way. O’Rourke’s eyes snapped open and he let out a long, raucous groan, while his body stiffened again at the peak of another wrecking climax. “NOOOOO!!!! FUUUUCKKK!!”, he screamed loud, while more large globs of sperm hit his face and pooled on his torso.
“YEAH, BITCH!!” – Rex bellowed, thrown over the edge by the frantic anal contractions – “Here it CUUUUMS!!”
O’Rourke, feeling his once-virgin ass inundated by gallons of manly juice, didn’t react, he just lay down on the bench, in a semi-catatonic state, staring at the void with wet eyes.
Kareem covertly turned his head toward a tall counter placed near the opposite wall and briefly shook his head. It was the signal: after this first ordeal, O’Rourke needed some rest.
Hidden behind the counter, Lance was holding O’Rourke’s handheld device, the one that could link itself to the people’s bio-chips and send sexual impulses straight to their brain. Lance saw Kareem’s signal and quickly toggled off the ‘orgasm’ and the ‘ejaculation’ switches, and turned to zero the ‘arousal’ and ‘erection’ knobs.
Lance was truly good-hearted, and could hardly stand O’Rourke’s screams, even though he was O’Rourke, the cruel man who made them all suffer so much. But he knew that Kareem was right: they discussed about the Captain’s punishment, last night, and Kareem came out with his idea to torment him not only physically, but mentally, too, making him feel like a man-whore and convincing him that he was enjoying the sexual torment very much. They wanted the evil man to feel disgust for himself, watching in horror his body react enthusiastically even to the most humiliating and painful acts of man-sex.
So, Lance had covertly taken the device from the Captain’s office, and had linked it to O’Rourke’s bio-chip while he was being dragged across the Cube. And then, as the sexual torment went on, he adjusted the knobs and the switches to force O’Rourke’s body to enjoy whatever the men did to him with the greatest pleasure ever. But he had to be careful not to overdo it, or O’Rourke might have guessed that he was being manipulated.
Right before Rex penetrated him, Lance turned the erection and the arousal to max, 120% of the normal human values, making him delirious with desire; and when Rex’s cock brutally deflowered him, Lance switched on the orgasm and the ejaculation, making O’Rourke live the most powerful and mind-numbing, and yet humiliating, climax of his entire life.
A satisfied grin appeared on Lance’s face, because he knew what the fiercely straight and homophobic Captain was thinking in that moment, lying motionless on the bench: no woman had ever given him such a strong pleasure, he was undoubtedly a natural man-whore.
And the grin on Lance’s face widened, thinking that O’Rourke’s ‘treatment’ was not over…
~ Surprise revenge ~
The crowd, at the Rowdy Hole, was restless: everyone wanted to have a piece of O’Rourke’s ass, everyone had unfinished business with the hatred Captain and couldn’t wait to take their revenge. But Kareem always soothed their ardor and kept them at bay, to give to the exhausted Captain a moment to catch his breath: no matter how abject O’Rourke had been in his life, there are lines that must never be crossed.
To kill time, several men went to Wilde and Reeves, immobilized in a corner of the venue, and tormented them slapping their balls, twisting hard their titties and shoving fingers into their asses; the two cops squirmed hard, trying to evade the disgusting male touch, but strong hands held them in position, shamefully exposed and unable to escape the repulsing sexual harassment.
Fifteen or twenty minutes went by, and Kareem looked down at O’Rourke, who instantly opened his eyes wide: “No more, man… I can’t take any more of this torture… My ass is on fire, my cock aches for the exertion… I just can’t bear any more torment…”
“Oh, come on!” – Kareem replied, amused, but in a wicked way – “You’re sturdier than you pretend to be. You don’t really think I can let you off the hook so early, do you? Hey guys!” – he added, turning to the waiting crowd – “The Captain, here, can’t wait to be manhandled some more! Who volunteers?”
“Me!”, “Me!”, shouted several men, coming closer massaging their bulges, and Kareem looked at them, scanning their physique and their attitude to choose the one who could truly make the captive Captain feel dominated by a real man.
“Me!” – came a loud voice from afar, and everyone turned to look at Wilde, still immobilized in a strong grip and shamefully naked, but wearing a confident, almost commanding expression on his face.
“You??” – Kareem exclaimed, surprised, and his voice overlapped an identical “You??” coming from O’Rourke.
“Yes, me! For years I had to bow my head and obey the most unjust, disturbing orders from that man! It only earned me endless hate from the Cube’s guests and disgust from myself. He’s a devil in a Captain uniform! The things he forced me to do…”
Wilde’s voice wavered, and he stood still, in silence, unwilling to reveal his last humiliation, the vile rape he got from O’Rourke in the detention cell.
Kareem looked straight at him for a short while and then said: “Wilde is the next. Release him, he won’t go anywhere.”
When free, Wilde took position between O’Rourke’s splayed legs and looked down at him: “Not much of a devil, now, without your uniform and your rank, uh? I would fuck you, if fucking a man wouldn’t be for me so disgusting. And besides, though I’m quite well endowed, your hole must be so ruined that you’d barely feel me. But there’s something you’ll definitely feel, you son of a bitch…!”
Wilde took the bottle of lube, unscrewed the nozzle and poured a large amount of fluid on his right hand, covering the palm, the back, and even the forearm. When he closed his hand making a fist, a frightening slick fist, Kareem said gravely: “I’m not going to stop you, Wilde. But… are you sure?”
“You don’t know what this bastard did to me…” – the cop replied, and Kareem nodded with a sympathetic glance: “I actually know, to the last terrible detail. Go ahead. Just… don’t kill him.”
O’Rourke thrashed hard, screaming and begging, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Wilde greased his fist some more and then placed it against the Captain’s vulnerable hole, that was still slick and loosened from Rex’s wild fuck. As soon has O’Rourke felt the fist touching his ass, much to his horror his spent cock immediately came back to life, slowly thickening and twitching. “What the fuck??” – Wilde commented, in disbelief – “You’re sick, man! I’m about to destroy your ass, in case you don’t know, and you get hard??”
Kareem shot a covert glance toward the counter hiding Lance and saw him with the device in his hands and a tense expression. For sure, Lance wasn’t happy about what was happening, but he was determined to stick to Kareem’s plan.
Wilde started pushing and gyrating his fist, harder and harder, and the more he pushed, the harder O’Rourke’s cock grew. The Captain’s sore hole was wrecked already, but not enough to let the big intruder pass the outer ring. “Fuuuucck!! It’s hurts, Wilde! Stooop!!”
“Cry out, sissy! Scream and beg! But this won’t stop my fist from breaking your ass open wide!”
He added some lube and pushed harder, watching in disbelief O’Rourke’s cock throbbing like a live animal, as if he was on the verge of cumming. “Fuck you, bastard!” – Wilde hissed, pushing hard to overcome the residual resistance and breaking into O’Rourke’s fiery cavern.
“AAAAAARRGGHH!!!” – O’Rourke yelled, stiffening for the unbearable pain, but soon he opened his eyes to witness his complete, definitive downfall into a lurid homosexual depravity: he was cumming like a hose, his ass rhythmically clenching around Wilde’s wrist. His wrist, for fuck’ sake!
“Stop it, pervert! I said stop it!” – Wilde bellowed, slapping hard O’Rourke’s shooting cock, and the Captain sobbed, defeated: “Ouch! I can’t…! God help me, I can’t… Ouch!!”
Wilde, convinced that the Captain was actually enjoying what was supposed to be a punishment, totally lost it and yelled: “If you like it so much, then take it in buckets!” – and started stroking O’Rourke’s spurting cock with ferocity. It took to O’Rourke only a few moments to feel the little pleasure provided by the electronically induced ejaculation turn into a devastating post-orgasm torture. “AAAARRGGHH!!! STOP-STOP-STOOOP!!! MEEEERCCYY!!!”, he shouted in agony, but Wilde didn’t relent and went on torturing the bound Captain in earnest.
“Mercy??” – Wilde bellowed with a voice broken by the tension and teary eyes – “Why, have you ever had mercy on anyone? A single time in your life? Have you had mercy on me?? Scream, you bastard, scream!! Look at what you made me become! I was an honest man, a righteous cop, like McLaughlin, but you slowly corrupted me, forcing me to do hideous things over and over, until… until I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror anymore…”
By now, Wilde had his face streaked with tears; he was fisting the Captain’s ass and torturing his oversensitive cock with a desperation bordering on cruelty. Kareem, surprised and moved by Wilde’s words, couldn’t stay put anymore and placed a hand on his shoulder: “Enough. Prove to us and to yourself that you’re better than him: stop.”
Wilde slowed down, visibly forcing himself to regain control, and then nodded and slowly withdrew his hand from the Captain’s ass; and the caution he put in doing it told to Kareem that Wilde’s thirst for revenge had been sated.
“You can still be a good man” – Kareem said helping Wilde on his feet and looking straight into his wet eyes – “And as for what O’Rourke did to you in the detention cell… you may think you got robbed from your manliness, but it’s not true. Believe me, I know well what I’m talking about. You can still be a man you can look at in the mirror with admiration, if you’re willing to change the course of your life. Are you going to do that?”
“You bet” – Wilde replied, sniffing, and Kareem could tell that his eyes were sincere.
“OK then. I’ll have you moved out from apartment Omega-24, so you won’t have to live with O’Rourke and Reeves. You’ll be assigned to the 4th Floor: even without your uniform and your taser, you’re still a trained cop, and the people of the 4th Floor may need protection. Are you still willing to do it?”
“Yes sir” – was the concise reply, and it didn’t go unnoticed to Kareem the respectful ‘sir’ Wilde used to address him.
“Listen, you all!” – Kareem said aloud, turning to look at the crowd – “No one will touch this man. Ever. Let’s give him the chance to prove how sincerely he wants to put his life back on tracks. And with regard to our beloved Captain… untie him. Release both him and Reeves.”
The men protested that they didn’t have their way with O’Rourke, and Kareem replied in an authoritative tone: “It’s not over, but every man has his limits. God knows he was a master in forcefully pushing men way beyond their limits, but we’re not like him.”
He then turned to O’Rourke and ordered: “You have 24 hours to recover, and then I want to see you here, to take the rest. There’s nowhere for you to hide in the Cube, so don’t be stupid, or next time I won’t be here to ensure your safety. Got it?”
“Hm-hm” – O’Rourke murmured, and Kareem yelled: “I said: got it, bitch??”; the Captain withered under his irate gaze and replied with a defeated tone: “Yes, sir…”.
~ A message from ‘The Barren’ ~
Lance, hidden behind the counter, exhaled softly and rested his back on the wall behind him. The ordeal had been tough for him to bear. O’Rourke was a devilish man who ruined many people’s lives, including Kareem’s, but Lance just wasn’t heartless enough to witness and even take part in his cruel punishment.
“Nice tool, that handheld device…” – came a low voice close to him, and Lance gasped when he turned his head and saw who was talking: “Triple-A! I mean, Aldritch! What are you doing here!”
“The 5th floor is so boring, nothing like this ever happens up there… And besides, I have any reason to hold grudge against O’Rourke, as it was him who sent me here. Seeing him suffer was quite entertaining. But what most fascinated me is that device: it’s linked to O’Rourke’s bio-chip, right? Whoever invented it, he solved the male population’s most serious problem: having an erection no matter what. But you can’t have someone next to your bed operating the knobs and the switches while you have sex, it’s… impractical, don’t you think so?”
Lance, once more, was shocked by Aldritch’s complete lack of empathy, but sure enough operating the device had been very hard for Lance. “I… I guess you’re right…”
“May I borrow it for a few hours? I think I can reprogram it in a very interesting way, to let it do its job much more efficiently. What, don’t you trust me?”
“Actually… no, not much” – Lance replied, sincerely – “But here it is. Only, I need it back in 24 hours. Unless you’d like to take my place: I hated doing what I had to do today.”
“If things go as I planned, neither of us will have to do it. Goodbye, for now, young handsome man. See you tomorrow, same place, same time, right?”
Talking to Aldritch was always a bit unsettling, and Lance silently watched him go away, hiding the device under his ample vest.
The Rowdy Hole, now that the show was over, had quickly emptied, and Kareem leaned over the counter: “You can come out, now. Do you have my phone? I must’ve placed it somewhere…”
“Yeah, you left it here on the counter, here it is… But look, there’s a message, who sent it?”
Kareem read the message and frowned: “I don’t know. Look.”
“Mr. Bashir, you don’t know me, but I know you. I have important information to relate. Please meet me at the Seedy Sip Tavern, tonight at 10PM.”
“Where is the Seedy Sip? Never heard of it.” – Kareem asked, and Lance explained: “It’s not a place I would go to, especially at night. It’s not far from here, but it’s in the Barren, the partly unfinished corner of the 2nd floor right behind the Rowdy Hole. If you want to be robbed, beaten or raped, going to the Barren at night it’s the best choice. I think it’s a trap.”
“A trap set by whom? Not O’Rourke for sure.”
“He may still have friends here, people who would be glad to make you pay for O’Rourke downfall. I’m worried, Kareem, ignore that message.”
Kareem briefly shook his head, adamant: “You know I can’t do it.”
-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-
In the next chapter: Kareem ventures into ‘The Barren’, the infamous part of the Cube where other rules than the Law apply; there, at the Seedy Sip Tavern, he gets disconcerting news from a mysterious man. The day after, O’Rourke gets the ultimate punishment that seals his complete debasement.
