C.U.B.E.

≈ Ch. 8: GANGBANGED BY THE A.I. ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Kareem (a straight middle-eastern man in his late 30s) meets again McLaughlin (a good-hearted straight officer of the Sex Police). Then, after refusing to have anal sex with some strangers, Kareem is taught another hard ‘lesson’ by the evil Captain O’Rourke, who wants to break Kareem and turn him into a gay man.

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~ A hurting officer ~

A few days had gone by after Kareem’s visit to the Silk & Lace Parlor. After making sweet love to the charming and sensible Andrea, Kareem felt relieved: not only because he could finally vent in the boy’s welcoming ass the irrepressible lust induced by the mandatory daily medication, but also because he now knew he had a safety valve, a way to express his sexuality without feeling forced into man-sex.

Every morning Kareem went to work at Perry Yukon’s contractor firm, and came back in the afternoon, to spend some quality time with Lance, who had become his best friend, his mentor and his most devoted supporter.

That day, while walking back home at the end of his work shift, Kareem was particularly happy, because he’d got his very first weekly wage. It wasn’t much, to tell the truth, but Kareem felt like he could purchase the whole world. He walked across the Cube, checking his bank balance on the phone over and over with a childish smile on his face, until his gaze was attracted by a shop window filled with the most daring pieces of underwear he’d ever seen. Each of them costed half of his wage, but Kareem really wanted to buy a gift for Lance, to finally express him all his gratitude.

Before he could go in, he was startled by a very low voice behind him: “Don’t turn your head, keep looking at the window. Wait a minute and then meet me in the alley on your left.”

Kareem felt a movement behind him, and didn’t turn his head, but strained his eyes sideways to see who was the man; all he could fleetingly see was a dark green Police uniform, and his heart raced. Was he really going to meet an officer of the Sex Police in a dark alley out of sight? What were the policeman’s intentions? But after all, Kareem pondered, the officer could’ve just arrested him on the spot: probably it was safe to follow him into the alley…

When Kareem turned around the corner, he immediately recognized McLaughlin, and cautiously walked to him. “Thanks for coming” – McLaughlin said with a sorry and shy gaze – “I want to apologize, Mr. Bashir, for having… err… shoved my member into your mouth. I… I can’t stop thinking of what happened, and I feel so guilty!”

“Don’t say so” – Kareem replied – “We both have been forced into something we despise. I don’t hold grudge against you, you had no choice, lest to taste O’Rourke’s punishment.”

“A punishment you spared me, taking it on yourself” – the officer commented, mortified – “And I even… my gosh I can’t think of it… I even came into your mouth! I humiliated you and… I humiliated myself, too! In my life I’ve never… you know… done anything like that with a man!”

“Neither have I, before coming here. But stop brooding on that. I want to forget, and you should do the same. Water under the bridge. But… May I ask you a personal question? You don’t have to answer it, but I was wondering… How come O’Rourke seems to have you under your thumb? That day he seemed about to reveal something that scared you.”

McLaughlin averted his gaze, shamefully, and murmured: “He knows… something about me. Something about my past. When I enlisted in the Sex Police, I signed a sworn statement stating that I’d never had a sexual contact with a man in my whole life, but… I lied. At the age of fifteen, I… I let a friend of mine masturbate me. I know, this is not something the A.I. regards as ‘uranian behavior’, but it’s enough to keep a man out of the Sex Police. I lied, and O’Rourke knows.”

“How on earth could he find out what you’ve done when you were fifteen?” – Kareem asked, stunned, and McLaughlin shrugged his shoulders: “Easy. He asked to the A.I. a copy of my U.B.A., my Uranian Behavior Assessment, we all have one, and the Sex Police has free access to them; the A.I. lists the subject’s sexual activities since the age of eight and assesses his sexual inclination, straight or gay. Police Corps require a perfectly clean UBA; while a negative UBA… makes the subject eligible for eradication and detention into the Cube.”

“So… Do I have a UBA, too?” – Kareem asked, cautiously, while his brain cells suddenly set in motion. McLaughlin nodded yes, and Kareem felt his heart thump into his chest: “McLaughlin, you don’t owe me anything, let me state it clear. But I need to ask you a favor, a big and risky one: can you get me a copy of my UBA?”

The officer stiffened, stood silent for a short while, and then breathed: “I don’t know. I don’t think I can. O’Rourke is on my tail, I can’t take any risk.”

“I understand. Forget it. You… You won’t tell O’Rourke I asked for it… will you?”

McLaughlin shook his head, frowning: “You don’t really think I could do it, do you? I hope that… despite what I did to you… we still can be…”

“Friends?” – Kareem said – “Yes. I told you, I don’t hold grudge against you, quite the opposite: it’s so relieving for me to have a straight friend here at the Cube, just a good friend who doesn’t have any… sexual feeling toward me. And as a friend, I feel for you, because you have your role, your orders, and I guess it’s not easy for you to mistreat me when you’re on duty and O’Rourke is watching you. Let’s agree on this, McLaughlin: when in public, we’ll both play our act, no need to feel sorry, no hesitations, no sympathetic glances. But when we’re alone, like now… let me shake hands with a man whom I regard as a true friend.”

He put out his hand and McLaughlin, moved by Kareem’s words, shook it with vigor: “I feel much better now. You’re a wonderful man, Mr. Bashir.”

“Why don’t you call me…” – Kareem began, but the officer interjected: “No. Better stick to the surnames, always: it helps preventing us from carelessly reveal our friendship. I must not allow myself to forget that you are a filthy pervert.”

“And you are a bastard son of a bitch” – Kareem replied, and they chuckled, exchanging a friendly grin and a nod of their head. They took their leaves and left in opposite directions.

Kareem went back to the main street and looked again at the underwear shop. He felt embarrassed to buy such brazen pieces of underwear, but took a deep breath and went in.

 

~ A relic of the past ~

After fifteen minutes or so, Kareem entered his living room and Lance immediately noticed his restrained grin: “You look like a cat who just ate the canary…”

“I earned my first weekly wage” – Kareem replied with a wide smile, handing a small bag to Lance – “And here’s something for you, to celebrate!”

“You’re crazy… Why did you spend your first money for me?”

“Do you need to ask?” – Kareem said warmly – “I hope you like it. For sure, it’s your size!”

Lance opened the bag and took out the most daring piece of underwear he’d ever seen. It was almost pornographic! It was a sort of speedo, with a wide push-up pouch on the front and a big round hole in the fabric on the back. Lance envisioned himself wearing it, with his manly endowment obscenely put on display and his man-hole enticingly in full view.

“I… I’m getting hard just thinking of putting it on” – Lance giggled – “It’s wonderful! And you’re wonderful, too: I bet it was not easy for you to buy such a… particular piece of clothing.”

“Is it… ‘uranian’ enough for your likings?” – Kareem chuckled and Lance’s smile faded: “Please don’t use that term, I hate it. Only the bigoted homophobes and the bureaucrats use it, uneasy as they are to even use the word ‘homosexual’. This speedo” – he added, smiling again – “is not uranian, it’s gay, blatantly and proudly gay! And I love it! Do you want me to try it on for you?”

“Don’t get me wrong…” – Kareem joked – “but no, thanks, man! Save it for your Adam… or anyone else!”

Lance leapt on his feet with a wide smile on his face and held Kareem in a tight, friendly hug: “I’m speechless. And you know it never happens. Thank you, Kareem, you’re such a special person, I love you! Oh… I mean… as a friend, of course! Brotherly love, nothing else!”

“You too are so cute when you’re embarrassed! – Kareem laughed – “I know what you mean, Lance. I love you too.”

They were interrupted by a movement behind the curtain closing the main door, and they saw something slipping under it. Kareem picked it up and Lance asked: “What is it?”

“A document of some sort, let me read it…”

“A document printed on paper? The only printed paper I’ve ever seen is in the books that Doc Stevens holds in his library. Printed documents are a relic of the past!”

“Can you think to a safer way to deliver classified information?” – Kareem commented, frowning – “Electronic communications leave traces about the sender, the recipient and the content; while it’s impossible to find out who printed and delivered this paper document.”

“But what is it?” – Lance asked, taking the sheet out of Kareem’s hands, and Kareem explained: “It seems my UBA, my Uranian Behavior Assessment. I can’t believe he did it!”

“Who are you talking about? Who provided this document?”

Kareem skirted the question, afraid that Lance wouldn’t appreciate his friendship with a member of the Sex Police; instead, he asked: “What does it says about my supposed ‘uranian behavior’? If I’m here at the Cube, it’s because of that damn assessment!

Lance sat on the sofa, deeply absorbed in reading, and then said, gravely: “You haven’t been totally sincere with me. You said you never had any gay activity in your adult life.”

“That’s true!” – Kareem confirmed with passion – “Never in my life! Apart from that youthful… experiment when I was sixteen, I’ve never had any sexual intercourse with a man!”

“Yeah, and who the fuck is this ‘Franklin DeSotho’ with whom you lived and had sex for six years, then?” – Lance inquired, frowning – “It’s in the report! Did you think you could keep it hidden from the A.I.? You had sex with this man almost every night! Look! The closing line is: ‘Overall uranian inclinations: Severe – Final assessment: HOMOSEXUAL – Suggested resolve: Eradication’!”

Kareem looked at Lance with wide eyes, shocked by the report and by realizing that Lance didn’t believe him: “Franklin? I’ve been thrown into this fuckin’ Cube for my relationship with Franklin?? Fran is a woman, for god’s sake!! Born woman, raised woman and believe me, woman under any respect! Her parents were stupid enough to give her a male name, in honor of the fuckin’ President Franklin Delano Roosevelt!!”

Kareem went out of control: “I can’t believe it! Even the most stupid computer would check the sex of a person, regardless of their name!! For fuck’s sake, I… I can’t believe it!”

Lance stood up and took Kareem’s face into his hands: “Calm down, Kareem… You’ve any reason to be furious, but calm down, please. I need you to stay lucid. This is too an important information, we have to think about it, see how it fits in your overall situation, O’Rourke and the such. Wait…!” – Lance suddenly exclaimed, thinking hard, and sat again on the couch, in shock: “Do you know what it means, Kareem? It means that the A.I…. the A.I. has made a mistake! And a stupid one! The infallible A.I. that everyone blindly trusts for carrying on the most delicate tasks and for taking the most important decisions regarding the whole world has made a mistake! This is… explosive news.”

“Explosive?” – Kareem objected, dubious – “Every IT system, every computer program has bugs and makes mistakes…”

“Not the A.I., Kareem. The A.I. is infallible, it must be infallible, or the entire world would begin distrusting it and questioning its decision. Including… its decision to send you here. If the word leaks, the consequences can be devastating. Someone, outside” – Lance concluded gravely, waving the report – “knows about this wrong assessment, and is desperately trying to keep this information secret.”

“How can you say they know about me?”

“Because O’Rourke received precise directions from outside regarding your case. It means that someone has decided that this wrong assessment… must become true: you must be turned gay!”

Kareem slammed his fist on the table so hard that it almost broke: “Fuck them!! Fuck them!! It’s my life they’re playing with! They want me to be gay? Fine! Here I am! As gay as they come!” – he yelled, furiously stripping naked. He went to his room and minutes later he came out, wearing the most daring of the outfits they bought at Monsieur D’Antin’s atelier, and Lance noticed that he was wearing nothing under his short skirt.

“Kareem… Kareem! What are you going to do! Stop!” – Lance said aloud, worried, seeing Kareem heading to the main door. Kareem turned around and replied: “I’m going to take a very gay walk! Showing off my homosexuality to the entire Cube!”

 

~ Sexual assault ~

Kareem walked with great strides through the streets of the Cube, aimlessly. He was fuming. Knowing that he’d been sent to the Cube by mistake was hard enough, but knowing that someone wanted to keep him there, trapped in a life that was not his own, only to hide that mistake, was infuriating. While walking, he angrily kicked some trashcans, and several passers-by turned to look at him, pissed off by his behavior, but he didn’t care.

At some point, he realized that his absentminded wandering had brought him to his workplace, on Psi Avenue, and Kareem slowed down, cautiously glancing around, as that was the seedy part of the Cube, and it wasn’t the safest place where to take a walk in the evening. There were no weapons, nor violent crimes at the Cube, but Kareem didn’t want to have a brawl or anything. He turned onto 23th street and started walking back toward Delta Avenue, but a harsh, mocking voice froze him: “Look who’s here, a dandy stud with an ass begging to be fucked!”

Kareem turned around and saw three thugs coming closer; they were all wearing dirty t-shirts, denim jackets and ripped jeans. One was a slim white guy covered with tattoos, the second one was a short and beefy Latino, and the third was a tall muscular black man with a bandana on his head. None of them was a real threat for Kareem’s muscular frame, but they were three, and Kareem was alone.

“I don’t want no trouble” – Kareem growled menacingly, and the tall black man chuckled: “We neither, man, we just want a piece of that hairy ass of yours…!”

“The fuck you’ll get it! I don’t give my ass, so turn around and find someone else!”

The three guys surrounded Kareem, blocking his path, and the Latino unceremoniously slipped his hand under Kareem’s skirt, taking a handful of his muscular ass cheek: “I told you! He’s going commando under the skirt!” – he exclaimed, and the slim replied: “It’s like going around with a sign reading ‘fuck me’, no?”

“Fuck you! Leave me alone!” – Kareem yelled, and shot a powerful punch to the Latino guy. A brawl suddenly broke out, and though Kareem served to the thugs plenty of punches and kicks, he was soon overcome and shoved face first to the wall. Strong hands immobilized him, while other hands roamed his butt, parting the muscular ass cheeks to reveal his most guarded treasure.

“Freeze! You all!” – an imperious voice broke the night, and Kareem, for the first time in his life, sighed with relief seeing three officers of the Sex Police approaching. Kareem felt the hands of the three thugs being lifted, and turned to thank the policemen, but was startled when one addressed him and yelled: “Hands behind your back! You’re under arrest!”

“What? Me??” – Kareem screamed – “They were about to rape me!!”

“Tell that to Captain O’Rourke” – the officer barked, shoving him forward – “Move your ass! You know the way to the Police station!”

After a long walk, they got to the Police headquarters and Kareem was rudely brought to the interrogation room and forcefully seated on the bench near the door. Kareem nervously glanced at the ‘throne’ in front of him, remembering with a shiver the cruel torment he had to suffer tied to that wicked chair. Then Kareem cautiously glanced to the policemen holding him down: one was Reeves, the officer who tied him on the ‘throne’, and on the other side there was Wilde, who witnessed his debasing ‘oral lessons’; the third one, unknown to Kareem, turned around and marched out of the room. Moments later, the door crashed open and Captain O’Rourke barged in, followed by McLaughlin, who stiffened seeing Kareem handcuffed and guarded by the two colleagues.

“You never fail to disappoint me, bitch…!” – O’Rourke barked – “You just don’t get it, uh?”

“What you mean? Those three thugs were about to rape me!” – Kareem yelled, and the Captain sighed theatrically: “Those three studs kindly asked to fuck you in the ass! And who could blame them, if you go around at night wearing such… revealing clothes and flaunting your naked ass under their nose? You provoked them! And since they’re real men, they got hot! Now, what is a filthy whore like you supposed to do when a man asks for a piece of his ass? Bend over and thank him! That’s what you’re expected to do, bitch! You miss the very basics of how it works, and I’ll be very glad to teach you. Reeves, Wilde! Strip him and tie him on the interrogation table!”

In no time, four expert hands tore away Kareem’s shirt and skirt, set his hands free and handcuffed them again on the front. Kareem was forced to lay down, stark naked, on the cold metal desk, with his feet on the floor and his hands stretched over his head, tied to a hook on the wall. At the Captain’s command, Wilde and Reeves took hold of Kareem’s ankles and forcefully bent his legs at the hips, holding him in a helpless position, with his man-hole in full display, vulnerable to any wickedness O’Rourke had in mind.

Kareem raised his head a bit, and through his splayed legs saw McLaughlin on the opposite wall, with an uneasy expression, trying not to look at Kareem’s private parts put on such shameful display. His embarrassed expression quickly morphed into an alarmed frown when O’Rourke barked: “McLaughlin! Fuck him! Hard! Make the bitch squeal under your cock!”

McLaughlin stepped back, shaking his head in horror: “Captain… Please, you can’t ask me that…! Being sucked is one thing, but fucking a man… This is something I only do with my wife! Captain, I’m begging you, don’t order me to do that!”

O’Rourke huffed, resigned: “You’re such a sissy, McLaughlin… Luckily, here’s someone who’s much more of a man than you!” He opened the door, and the three thugs who were about to rape Kareem came in with a confident swag and sneering grins on their faces. “We meet again, stud!”, the tall black man saluted Kareem and the stocky Latino took another handful of his helpless buttocks, shooting a lascivious glance at the restrained man.

“Reeves!” – O’Rourke ordered to one of the officers who were holding Kareem’s legs up and apart – “Stay out of the door and be sure that no one disturbs us. McLaughlin, take Reeves’s place!”

McLaughlin took hold of Kareem’s legs, and Kareem felt that the officer’s hands were slightly shaking for the tension, being forced again to witness, and even help, his friend’s degradation. Kareem squirmed hard, pretending to wriggle out of McLaughlin’s grip, and yelled menacingly: “Leave me alone, you fuckin’ bastard son of a bitch!”

The officer understood that Kareem wanted him to play his role, and was not really mad at him, and replied angrily: “Shut up, pervert! I think you need a good old cavity search: who knows what you can hide up your filthy hole!” He efficiently took some lube from a dispenser nearby and unceremoniously shoved two well-greased fingers into Kareem’s ass, roughly pumping them in and out and gyrating them without any care.

“Ouch! Fuck you!” – Kareem screamed, and though the pang of pain radiating from his ass was true, he realized that McLaughlin had clearly guessed what was going to happen, and was actually greasing and loosening his hole, to ease the upcoming forceful penetration. The cavity search went on for a short while and then McLaughlin stated with professional tone: “Clean, Captain!”, and then pretended to bend to the floor to clean his hand, and whispered into Kareem’s ear: “Push out hard, like you’re taking a shit.”

 

~ Gangbang ~

The three thugs, without even being instructed so, took their cocks out of their flies and massaged them to a stiff erection, closing around Kareem with greedy eyes. The Latino guy, whose cock was by far the thickest one, took position behind Kareem’s helpless ass and winked at the guards: “Hold him tight, he’s going to thrash around quite a lot!”

Kareem held his breath and despite his tension he tried to follow McLaughlin’s suggestion, relaxing his anal muscles and pushing out as hard as he could. But his effort couldn’t prevent the Latino’s massive girth to painfully tear open his sphincter when the thug roughly impaled him. “AAAGGHH!!!” – Kareem screamed, trying to evade the painful penetration, but the guards forcefully kept him in position.

The mighty rod started pumping into his ass like a piledriver, with the thug’s hips slamming on Kareem’s muscular buttocks at each vicious thrust. “You should’ve given us your sweet ass when we asked nicely, bitch!” – he bellowed, pacing up his thrusts even more. He went on shoving his club into Kareem’s ass for a while, making Kareem feel like he was being raped with a baseball bat. Kareem dearly hoped that the Latino couldn’t keep up the pace for long, and would’ve cum soon, but apparently the man had an ample supply of stamina.

The tall black thug, at some point, growled: “Are you going to eat up the whole cake, Julio? Leave me a piece!”; he shoved his buddy away and quickly took his place. The man’s black cock wasn’t as thick as Julio’s, but it was as hard as steel, and heavily curved upwards. When the man shoved it in, Kareem felt a strong, irresistible pressure on his sensitive prostate, unused to such a harsh treatment, and gasped loud, while his own cock burped out a glob of pre-cum.

“Look, the slut likes it!” – the thug mocked, and started easing his rock-hard tool in and out of Kareem’s fiery chute, purposely aiming his helmet to Kareem’s pleasure button. Kareem, though against his will, felt a growing sexual tension building up into his groin; the thug knew well how to use his cock, and was clearly determined to totally humiliate him, forcing him to have a spontaneous orgasm. His wicked intentions were all too clear when he challenged his friends: “Let’s see who’ll be the one who makes the whore cum!”

“Then let me try, Bats!” – the slim white guy rudely said, pushing the black thug away. Kareem opened his eyes wide, looking at the deadly weapon the guy had between his legs: it was more than ten inches long, and it seemed even longer, due to the extremely thin frame of the guy. “Please… No… It’s too big, man… It’ll wreck my hole!” – Kareem pleaded, and the thug replied with a wicked grin: “Yeah, that’s the general idea…”, and abruptly shoved his stiff pole all the way into Kareem’s protesting ass. “AWWW…. FUCK!!!” – Kareem screamed out of his lungs, feeling his inner bends forcefully straightened and his bowels painfully rearranged. He felt sharp pangs of pain coming from places he didn’t even know to have inside him, while the long snake broke into his deepest inviolate depths.

“That’s how it’s done!” – O’Rourke laughed out loud – “Break him, stud! Make the bitch submit to your cock!”. The thug didn’t need to be told twice, and kept shoving his massive dick all the way into Kareem’s squirming body, over and over, relentlessly and mercilessly. Earlier, while his friends were abusing Kareem, the thug had been watching, wanking his cock, and this quickly brought him, now, to an untimely climax. “Fuck… Shit!! NNNGGHH!!!” – he suddenly grunted through his clenched teeth, ashamed for cumming so soon, while unloading his balls into Kareem.

“Hey, Skid! Now that you’re done wrecking him” – Julio said at one point, pushing away the white thug – “let me show you how a real man makes a bitch squirt!”. He pointed again his thick club to Kareem’s loosened hole, but this time he didn’t shove it in, he entered the warm cavity slowly, sensually, piercing Kareem not only with his mighty cock, but with his penetrating gaze, too. Kareem tried to look away, but Julio’s eyes and his confident, sly grin were magnetic.

“You can’t resist my cock, slut…” – Julio said in a seductive tone, fucking Kareem with slow but unstoppable thrusts – “You’re my bitch, and if I tell you to cum, you cum…”. Kareem didn’t want to, but he couldn’t ignore the sensual command, that stimulated his deepest and most primal instinct. «A man must spread his seed, it’s bred in his bones», Doc Stevens once told him, and that was exactly what Kareem, in that moment, wanted and needed to do with every fiber of his being. Spreading his seed.

“I said cum, slut!” – Julio commanded again, climbing to the peak of his pleasure and ramping up the pounding on Kareem’s buttocks. That last word, ‘slut’, hit Kareem like a slap on his face, and his waving determination to resist blossomed again, stronger than ever: “You cum!” – he retorted, looking straight at Julio, trying to beat him at his own game – “You can’t help it, shooting your juice is bred in your bones… You feel it, uh? Cum, stud… Cum… Cum!”

“OOOOHH, FUUUCCKK!” – Julio screamed, losing his battle and feeling a powerful orgasm explode in his groin. Long ropes of thick man cream flooded Kareem’s wasted hole, but he didn’t care, as he’d won this fight. But when Bats, the black thug, took his place and shoved again his heavily curved cock inside him, Kareem wasn’t sure anymore he could win the war.

“Forget those losers…” – Bats growled – “You won’t last two minutes with me…”; and Kareem realized that he was probably right, because the merciless assault his sensitive prostate had to endure was too much to bear. The expert curved cock sent shock after irresistible shock of pleasure to his groin, making his cock throb and burp a continuous flow of clear pre-cum.

“Hey buddies, are you ready for the fireworks? Here… they… CUM!” – Bats said aloud, punctuating his last words with wrecking thrusts of his hips. The last one made Kareem’s resistance crumble like a sand castle under a wave, and he stiffened and squirmed hard, while long volleys of thick man cream erupted from his untouched cock. Kareem felt lost, made to cum in such a shameful way, under the mocking eyes of the other thugs, the guards and Captain O’Rourke; coarse laughter filled the room, but Kareem couldn’t stop his cock from spurting all the manly seed his balls could provide, until his orgasm, mercifully stopped.

McLaughlin, who was still holding Kareem’s leg, felt sick, but he couldn’t do anything to help his friend; and watching the black thug still fucking Kareem, causing him a great discomfort due to his post-orgasm sensitivity, made him feel even worse.

But he felt his heart stop when O’Rourke sternly ordered him: “Stroke the slut’s cock. No lube. Now!”; McLaughlin had no choice, the Captains command couldn’t be ignored, and he curled his fingers around Kareem’s still hard cock, starting a slow, excruciating massage. “Motherfucker!” – Kareem hissed, gasping for the overwhelming sensation – “Fuck… Stop…! Stop, you bastard son of a bitch! AAAGH!”

“Yeah, officer!” – Bats bellowed – “Keep stroking him! The contractions of his ass are fuckin’ milking my cock!”

“McLaughlin” – O’Rourke ordered again – “Polish his cock head with your dry palm! And you, Reeves, nipples! Make the slut scream!”

Again, McLaughlin couldn’t help but comply, and cupped with his dry palm Kareem’s oversensitive cock head. Kareem, under the additional torment, and feeling his nipples viciously titillated, bucked hard and screamed loud: “Nooo!!! I’m begging you STOOOPP!! Too sensitive… Too sensitive… GAWDDDDD!!!”

McLaughlin had wet eyes, but forced himself to go on, until the black stud, at long last, stiffened and howled his pleasure, adding his fresh load to the two already filling Kareem’s depths.

And then, at once, it was all over. Kareem felt himself slowly fall into a blissful numbness, while his weakened mind went on wondering: «Why should I keep fighting? Why should I choose to be abused, humiliated and tormented like this? Next time a stranger wants to fuck me, I’ll just bend over and let him do it…”

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In the next chapter: A mysterious plumber delivers another ‘ancient’ printed document revealing more disconcerting news. Kareem witnesses again Lance making love with Adam, but this time the sweet sex has an unexpected and unsettling twist.