Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is more than likely deserved!
The HOLE/19 CONFINEMENT
Pt-1
The Yard is where inmates go to get their only taste of outdoor life. The wired fences are high, and circled at the top with extensive barbed wire to deter any prisoner from escape. Though some were dumb enough to try climbing the outdoor fences, none had ever succeeded in clearing the top. Those who tired were repelled when their hands, arms, and/or legs were severely cut or mangled at the top by the wiring. Beyond the wired fences stands a 20 foot high stone wall which completely surrounds the prison with four corners toppled with guard's "House" posts. Armed officers man these posts, checking the perimeter every hour of the day, and especially at night with high beamed search lights. The grounds are constantly walked and searched as a precaution routinely. Dogs accompany the ground officers on patrol, particularly near the main entrances.
Sometimes the guards get bored with standing watch (particularly at night). Sometimes (not often) they recruit the services of some of the more accommodating prisoners to help pass the time away. One night a pack of four guards were feeling horny after watching some straight porno on a portable DVD. It was around 2:30am when one of them decided to call upon an old favorite of theirs. One of the guards were sent down to lockup, to fish out one of Piedmont's oldest residents; Copper Jewel. Copper was sitting up in bed, reading one of his library books with a night light when the guard came along requesting his services. Copper was ole skool, and knew instantly what was required of him. He packed away his book, cut off his night light, and followed the officer out of his cell without ever disturbing his cellmate.
It took some time to walk Copper (65) down through the maze of check points throughout the prison to get him to the outside wall. Once there, they headed over to the large stone. A small steel door led up a spiral staircase leading to the guard's house. Inside Copper was greeted by the four horny guards. They parked him on a flat stool, then drew straws to see who went in what order. One by one they lined up and presented their swollen dicks for Copper to suck. Copper (knowing what was expected of him) had left his dentures in his cell, so gumming a hard dick full of blood and looking to spit was something he was very good at. He took the first dick into his mouth and began chowing down. 3 of the 4 guards knew of Copper's exquisite oral skills, but the one that didn't (22 yr old new prison guard Andrew Roberts) found having a old 65 yr old man on his dick, a rather revolting idea. But the guards assured him that Copper was arguably "the best cock sucker in the prison." The young guard watched as Copper squat down on the stool, and took the other officer's dick into his mouth and throat almost effortlessly. He swallowed the entire length easily in one swift fluent move. He didn't gag, he didn't choke, in fact the only noise what from the guard, whom moaned his approval.
Copper had been sucking dick in prison for the last 35 years, making him one of the best in the prison. Even Warden Ellis had experienced Copper's expertise. In all his years of imprisonment, Copper had sucked hundreds if not thousands of dicks. He learned a long time ago not to cause any ripples in the system, to serve his time as quietly as possible to avoid trouble. He learned to become a great dick sucker to keep from being anally raped by horny inmates. If they could royally fuck his throat like a pussy, they were less likely to use the shitty passageway. So Copper devised a plan to learn how to deep throat. He got some of the blackest, biggest, horse dick men he could find, and made them force their dicks down his throat until he finally learned how to relax and take them on his own. It took months and months of (sometimes hourly) practice to finally achieve what he was looking to accomplish. He'd spent untold hours on his knees in his and other inmate's cells, with their dicks rammed down his throat, choking him. Many times he ended up throwing up his breakfast from having gagged profusely around the plunging manhoods. But despite the unfortunate mishaps, they usually kept right on face fucking him until his stomach was empty. Copper often staggered from a prisoner's cell with heavy masses of spit and cum dripping from his chin, a testament of his practices. Eventually all his hard work paid off, after 6 months of intense practice, he officially became a deep throat artist. Every since, he'd been in high demand by inmates, guards, and Wardens (past and present).
Copper gummed the officer's dick while he stood there getting blown. After a few minutes another guard presented his dick for sucking. He pulled Copper by his nappy hair, yanking him off the first officer's dick and onto his. Copper switched off and swallowed expertly in one motion. The second officer gasp as Copper's thick lips suckled down around the base of his dick, greedily capturing some of his public hairs in his mouth. He allowed the old man to suck his dick at his own leisure, running his thick lips and tongue up and down the hard shaft as he gummed along gently. Another officer presented his dick, making Copper take his dick in the instant he spit out the second officer's. Copper was beginning to become disoriented as the officers quickly traded off, fucking his mouth for a few minutes apiece before replacing them with another dick. Copper couldn't get a good rhythm going with any of them, for as soon as he was sucking one intensely, getting it to throb and pulse with the threat of spitting fresh cum, it'd pull away for another dick to take its place.
For nearly an hour the 3 guards played tag with Copper's mouth and throat, causing the old man to simply sit there with his mouth and throat open for them to plug and fuck at their own pace and leisure. They face fucked him for longer periods of time, making him think they were going to give him their juices, just to pull off at the last possible second and deny him his treat. Copper began to get frustrated, having milked these cocks for the better part of an hour, and hadn't gotten any cream for his troubles. The dick currently in his mouth was starting to show signs of cumming. Copper knew the owner would be pulling out soon, so he locked his arms about the officer's waist to hold him captive. When the guard tried to pull free, Copper locked his jaws around the base of the dick and held stead fast. "He's not letting go!" yelled the guard, trying to wrench himself free. The other guards laughed at him as Copper continued to nurse his dick in his throat until it started to jump and pulse. "No! I don't want to cum yet!" yelled the guard, just as his cum erupted from his pulsating dick head. Copper growled hungrily as the hot cum poured down his throat, soothing his raw lining in hot creamy batter. The officer moaned, groaned, and cursed the old man for making him be the first to cum. When Copper was sure he'd gotten the officer's entire load, he unlocked his arms and released his dick. The man's cock fell from his mouth, totally drained. Copper turned around on his stool, and took the second dick between his lips.
"I know what you want, Copper..., you won't get no fight from me!" joked the second officer as Copper's mouth wrapped around his pulsating manhood. "My wife can't suck cock nearly as well as you can, man! I need you to show her some of your techniques!"
Copper didn't respond vocally, he merely locked his lips around the swollen cock and sucked. This was his specialty. He seriously doubted he'd still be hanging around at this age had he not leaned how to become such a good dick sucker. Whenever anyone marked him for an anal rape or as an easy target for violence, the other inmates were always quick to back him up and discourage any attacks on Copper. Copper was never picky about who he blew. He didn't care about body types, dick sizes, faces, colors, or promises. All he wanted was to live his life out in prison without fear or attack. He accomplished this with every new inmate that entered Piedmont. Copper sucked anyone that wanted it, without argument. When he was 45 he started manning the prison library after the former keeper was paroled. Copper found it easier for prisoners of different colors to have access to him and his throat. As the prison librarian Copper had free reign to walk around the prison blocks, pushing his book-cart by inmate's cells who wanted something interesting to read while passing the time. More often than not, Copper found himself in those cells on his knees sucking dicks. The Aryan inmates often took sweet advantage of this, having ample opportunity to fuck Copper's black throat in the comforts of their own block without having to risk any of the black inmates finding it offensive and trying to retaliate. Copper's face was fucked royally by the racist inmates. But even they respected the fact that his asshole was off limits. Copper was willing to allow anyone access to his throat so long as his asshole was on absolute and complete lock down.
As he got older and less and less able to make the book rounds to the prison blocks, the back of the library became his special meeting place for men wanting more than just books to read. Copper would plant himself in a chair in the back aisle, waiting for someone who needed help or a decent blow job. Copper found his library becoming busier and popular than ever as men would pile into the few seats he had available at the tables, waiting for their turns in the back aisle with the book keeper. To this day he still mans that back aisle, wolfing down as many dicks as his strong jaws will allow in one day.
The second dick in his mouth was starting to erupt, shooting a watery substance of semen into his mouth. Copper slopped it all up, sucking and licking, not missing a single drop as he drank it as quickly as possible.
The third cock stood ready for action when Copper turned to it. He bent forward and sucked it into his mouth, planting the head somewhere down in his throat. The cock's owner grabbed the back of his head, and began to fuck his throat rapidly. Copper held his mouth open and allowed the officer access. It only took a few minutes off deep thrusting before it lodged itself all the way in and came. Heavy ropes of thick cum shot down Copper's throat, coating his esophagus with slick slime. Copper pulled back once he was sure the cum load was spent. He licked his sticky lips with his tongue, tasting the spotty remains as he turned back around towards the fourth and last guard on duty.
"Your turn, Roberts!" said the last guard.
"I, uh..., I dunno yall..., this guy reminds me of my granddaddy!" protested 22 year old Andrew Roberts.
"If your granddaddy sucks dick this like this, I want to be invited to any and all of your family's holiday gatherings!" joked one of the other guards.
"I didn't say my granddad sucked dick..., I just said he reminds me of him! He's got to be about 70 yrs old!"
"65, right pops?" Copper nodded, not saying anything. "See, he's younger than you thought! Whip out your cock and let the old man feast on your young sperm!"
"Naw man..., seriously! I don't think I could even get it up here!" doubted Roberts.
"Only one way to find out..., right fellas?" asked the guard. The other 2 moved in as all three guards quickly grabbed Roberts, and started undoing his pants. Roberts protested on deaf ears as they yanked down his pants and underwear, then picked him up from his chair and planted him prisoner in front of Copper. Copper knew what to do from there. He maneuvered himself between the young officer's legs and bent forward, taking Roberts soft dick and balls in his hand as he covered them completely with his mouth, sucking in both balls and the soft cock all at once. Roberts groaned in shock at the unfamiliar feeling of having both his cock and balls sucked simultaneously in the same mouth at once.
Cooper felt the young officer's dick starting to grow and lengthen in his mouth. He allowed the testicles to pop from his mouth after bathing them with his tongue as he concentrated solely on the hardening mast. Roberts felt his dick growing hard fast, much faster than he would have expected with an old man sitting between his legs. The absence of teeth made getting blown by Copper all the more exquisite. Copper did indeed know his trade well. Roberts had only experienced a blow job from one other inmate thus far (from Shaleem Davis in chap-1, pt-4), but as good as that head job was, it was nothing in comparison to what he was experiencing right now with the older man.
Copper Jewel had untold experience at making men feel good. Taking this young officer's modest dick was nothing compared to some of the mega sized men he'd experienced in his lifetime, especially in the beginning when he was younger. Taking 10, 11, 12, and 13 inches of hard dick isn't easy for anyone, least in the beginning when you're first starting to learn. Copper often smiled silently to himself when he thinks back to those first dicks, the ones that opened his throat permanently. He smiled to himself now as he sucked at officer Robert's dick, sliding his slick lips up and down the spit slick shaft as he gummed along the edges gently. Roberts had never felt anything so odd or more intense than Copper's raw gums sucking along the length of his dick. The other officers released him, knowing they no longer needed to hold him in place. At this point Roberts wasn't going anywhere until he dumped the load he was carrying in his balls. Indeed Roberts stayed put, giving in totally to Copper's talents.
Copper sucked up and down the length of the officer's hardon. Occasionally he would spit out the shinny dick to capture the small round balls hanging just below. Copper captured them in his mouth and expertly bathed them in spit, whirling them around gently with his tongue. When he was sure he had Roberts on the ropes, he spit out the near hairless balls and re-swallowed the hard cock once more. Roberts reached down and grabbed at Copper's head as his body started to tremble and orgasm. Copper prepared himself for the flood by planting the throbbing cock all the way down into the very back of his throat. His hot lips suckled at the root as the dick pulsed and pumped out the 22 yr old's fresh cum in groves. Copper so loved receiving fresh new cum loads. Younger guys tended to have better tasting cum, as they were more likely to have less substance in their systems. Roberts' cum was like drinking flavored yogurt, Copper found it very addictive.
Once his task was completely, Copper was taken back to his cell, having lost at least an hour and a half of sleep. "Thanks for the help Gramps!" said the guard, locking him back in his cell.
"Where the hell you been.., on another mission?" asked Copper's cellmate, rolling over on his back.
"Yeah. Had to help the guards out." he announced, about to climb back into bed.
"Not so fast, man..., seeing how you're already up..." said the cellmate, flipping back his covers to reveal his own old hardon. Copper got up off his bed and walked over to his cellmate. He sat down on the edge of his bed, then leaned over and swallowed his dick whole, nursing the full length in the back of his buttered throat.
Pt-2
Morning..., prison inmate Alex Sanchez awoke for his sleep with a new title; he was now Raul's official boyfriend. How he went form top to bottom in two separate relationships was beyond his understanding, but as Raul's boyfriend, his duties were a lot more personal than they were as David's (Raul's gay brother).
Dating Raul's brother David only meant that Alex got his dick sucked daily, or occasionally got some ass a few times a week. Now he was expected to be the one doing the sucking and getting fucked. He remembered sucking Raul's dick, his mouth filling with the wild man's cum. Alex was too scared to spit the substance out, for fear of what Raul might do. So he swallowed it. Surprisingly, (though disgusting) it wasn't as nasty as he would have believed, but it really wasn't something he was looking forward to getting used to either. He wondered if he did the right thing by becoming Raul's new boyfriend? Then he recalled how David had cheated on him –twice, and how other inmates had approached him in the showers looking to rape him. At least with Raul, it's just one dick as opposed to how many inmates looking to impose? He didn't know how David could willingly take dick on a regular bases, but then remembered that David was admittedly gay. That gave him a far better advantage than he had.
Alex decided to get up out of bed and head for the showers before it got too late, but to his utter surprise, Raul came down to his cell in nothing but his underwear. He walked into Alex's cell, and presented his dick for sucking. Alex looked at it, then looked over at his new cellmate Phi Bui whom still lay in his own bed. "Suck my dick for me, baby!" demanded Raul. Alex was completely embarrassed as Raul shoved his hardon into his face, demanding that his bitch serve him.
Knowing better than to refuse, Alex leaned over and took Raul into his mouth. Phi Bui watched from his own bed as his cellmate willingly sucked another inmate's dick right in front of him. Phi said nothing as he merely watched. Alex wasn't the best dick sucker, but there really are no bad blow jobs in prison. Phi found himself starting to become aroused. He hadn't had any sex since his arrest, -had he known his cellmate was a "cock sucker" he might have let Alex blow him too by now.
Raul paid Phi Bui no mind as he fucked Alex's mouth. Fortunately for Alex, Raul hadn't had much sex since his incarceration, so getting a blow job (even a mediocre one) was just enough to get his dick twitching in record time. Alex was surprised by how quickly Raul came, but was very grateful that his humiliation was short lived.
Raul's dick pumped and pulsed in Alex's mouth, filling his oral cavity with his morning spool. Alex felt the goo fill his mouth full. Raul groaned, moaning softly as his orgasm passed. When he removed his dick, Alex swallowed the contents. Raul ran his hands affectionately through his hair, said "thanx babe", and walked off. Alex lay there feeling lost and confused. He looked over at his cellmate, and saw Phi Bui's eyes roll up into their sockets as white cream spurt up out of his dick from under his covers to splatter all over his bare flat chest and stomach. He groaned as he threw back his head during eruption. When he was done, he opened his eyes to find Alex in bed looking at him. Phi sat up, the cum evident in streaks on his torso.
"What some?" he asked, wiping some off with his fingertips.
"Fuck off!" said Alex, repelled. Phi Bui snickered to himself as he got up to shower.
Pt-3 WEST PHILLY
Outside Piedmont Penitentiary, prison guard Malik Jones has found himself an apartment of his own, having moved out of his temporary living quarters with roommate Manny Michaels. Michaels wasn't too happy to see his "pussy" walking out of his life, but Malik had fulfilled their agreement.
"You know you didn't have to move out!" said Michaels, having stopped by Malik's new apartment to see it.
"Thanks man. I appreciate the help and the place to crash..., but I really need to get moving on with my life. I can't keep renting half your bed forever!" explained Malik.
"So long as you keep giving up that good ass, you can!" said Michaels, slyly.
"Anyway..." said Malik, changing the subject as he opened the front door to the apartment building. "...this is the foyer! There's 4 apartments in the building. Mine's on the second floor!"
"Kewl!" said Michaels, following Malik up the steps, staring up at his ass through his baggy jeans. Michaels' dick started to harden just thinking of all the ass he was losing. Malik turned the corner at the banister, and walked back towards the front of the building on the second floor. He put his key into the lock, and opened it. "Voala!" he said, presenting it for Michaels' inspection.
"Nice..." said Michaels, ignoring the empty apartment and taking Malik into his arms. He reached back around the officer and grabbed 2 hefty handfuls of his ass through his jeans. "...but I don't give a fuck about no apartment! How bout we christen this sonovabitch right here, right now?"
"I don't have any furniture yet.." protested Malik, having already given his ex-roommate good-bye sex back at his apartment.
"That banister looks pretty sturdy!" suggested Michaels, pulling Malik back into the hallway.
"Manny, don't..., I have neighbors!"
"I don't give a fuck about no neighbors!" he insisted, pulling at Malik's fastens. Malik tried to resist playfully, not knowing who was home or listening next door. Manny manhandled him, undoing his pants and pulling them down out of the way along with his shorts. Then he spun Malik around and forced him over the railing before he could protest more. Manny knew he'd need some lube to get into Malik's ass, so he bent down behind him, and shoved his face up in between the shorter man's ass cheeks. Malik gasped when he felt Manny's hot breath and wet tongue lick across his leaky asshole. Manny jumped back to his feet, and freed his 11 inch pipe.
"Go slow, man..., I don't want people running from their apartment's screaming on my first day!" whispered Malik, hearing Manny spit into his hand to massage it along his dick head and hard shaft. He placed it up to Malik's hole then shoved.
Malik felt the head pressing into him hard. He held his breath, trying not to yell out as his asshole protested, then slowly opened to allow passage for the head. The head popped in, prying through the tightened anal ring. Malik bent further, having a clear view down the steps to the 2 apartment doors downstairs and the front door. Manny shoved forward with his hips, driving more of his Manny meat inside Malik's poor hole. Malik bit his lower lip, feeling the dick wedge his anal lips apart. With the semen Malik already had in his ass from fucking earlier with Manny, the inside of his anal track was well lubed. The dick slid in a lot easier once it got past the fighting sphincter muscle.
Once Manny had succeeded in burying his dick, he grabbed a hold of Malik's hips and started fucking. Malik stifled his grunts as Manny's dick moved back and forth through his ass. His gut was wedged uncomfortably against the banister railing, keeping him from toppling over the edge as Manny set up a nice stroke and a steady pace. Malik reached down to grab hold of the rails in the banister, getting a tighter grip while his ex-roommate fucked him from behind in the hallway of his new apartment building. If anyone was to walk out into the hall right now, they would see quite a sight.
"Yeah..., gimme that ass!" moaned Manny, getting into the fuck. He knew his time with Malik was going to be limited now at best, no longer would he have the convenience of coming home from work and shoving his dick inside his roommate's ass to bust a nutt before falling off to sleep. Or getting those morning blow jobs he'd come to love so much without having to beg or coax someone into like he had to with his ex-girlfriend. He'd miss those times he'd be lying on the couch in his underwear, watching some ball game and having Malik on his knees sucking his pipes clean without even asking. Or the times he'd be lying there sleep, waking up to discover Malik squatting up and down on his upstanding erection. Malik was a freak, and Manny knew finding a women with even half of Malik's need for stiff dick would be hard to find.
He reached up and grabbed hold of Malik's shoulders and started to really pound into his ass. Malik couldn't help allowing tiny grunts and groans to escape his mouth. Manny had a long dick, and was using every inch of it to wedge into Malik's compact ass. Malik held on for dear life as Manny's thrusts got harder and more desperate. Malik reached down between the railings to stroke his own dick while he got fucked. Manny made him place one leg up on the banister so he could get deeper access. Malik's eyes bulged when the dick reached deeper depths inside him. He tired desperately not to make any noise as Manny took his fuck into high gear, slapping Malik hard on the ass as he rode him like a small pony.
"Oh shit..." groaned Malik, stroking his dick faster through the spokes. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming. Manny picked up the pace, hammering his ass with deeper, stronger strokes. The banister started to creek under the continuous strain of their weights. Malik stroked his dick faster, trying to cum quickly before the entire banister gave way, tumbling them both down to the bottom of the stairwell. "Ohh damn..!" gasped Malik, feeling his dick pulse. Manny's dick was really doing a job on his prostate. He stroked faster, feeling his balls contract as his dick suddenly pulsed out several streaks of hot gushing semen through the rails of the banister, through the air, and down onto the carpeted steps below.
Manny felt Malik's asshole spasm as he came. Manny fucked Malik even harder, making the ex-cop grunt aloud as he rammed his dick through him at top speed. After several more minutes, he rammed all the way up into him and came like a lion. His dick swelled, throbbed, then burst 9 thick hot spurts of hot goo into his asshole. Malik felt every pulse of his dick as it emptied into him. Just then, Malik heard voices as the front door opened, and in walked 2 people. "Oh fuck...!" whispered Malik, hanging over the edge of the banister. Manny was still cumming, and didn't hear the commission going on downstairs. He was completely unaware of anything until he felt Malik push backward off of the railing. He and Manny crashed backwards into the wall behind them as the people started up the steps.
"Oh shit..!" whispered Manny, finally catching on to what was happening. He yanked his dick from Malik's ass as he ran back into Malik's apartment with Malik on his heels. The couple saw Malik's door slam shut just as they reached the top step.
"Oh, the new neighbor's here..." they (Malik and Manny) heard a woman say through the door. "...maybe we should go over and say hello?"
"Let them settle in first..." said the other voice (a male),"...no need to be a pain in the ass on the first day!" Malik and Manny laughed at each other lying on the floor of Malik inside apartment.
"That was close!" said Malik, feeling Manny's semen slowly seeping from his aching anus.
Pt-4
In the Yard, prisoners get to stretch their legs and get fresh air. For some, feeling the warmth of the sun over head will be the closest thing to feeling free they will ever get. Prisoner Alex Sanchez walks the lines of the Yard, feeling in turmoil with his feelings. In the "Rican" section of the Yard, he sees ex-boyfriend David Rodriguez sitting with his peeps. Alex wants to avoid any contact with David, still having David's visual betrayal fresh in his mind. He still pictures David down on that stairwell, his pants down around his ankles with some black guy on top of him, butt fucking him like some common whore. But what angers Alex even more than David's betrayal, is his reaction to it. It pisses him off that he'd allow his feelings for another man to affect him. It made him re-think his entire manhood. And his new relationship as Raul's bottom boyfriend surely didn't help matters. He felt like he'd been cruising on a luxury liner, and was then somehow suddenly pushed overboard. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of confusion with no life raft.
He would have been content with turning around and heading back into the cell, but Raul had spotted him, and called him over to sit with him and his crew. Reluctantly Alex did as summoned, walking across the Yard to sit with his new man.
"Yo..., where you been? I missed you at breakfast." said Raul, making room for Alex to sit down in front of him on the bench, between his legs.
"My stomach was acting up..." lied Alex. "...I spent the whole morning on the toilet."
"Feeling better now?" asked Raul, rubbing the top of Alex's head affectionately when he sat down.
"Yeah, I'm good now." said Alex, rubbing his hair back into place. He looked around awkwardly to see if anyone was picking up on the signs of Raul's obvious affections, but everyone seemed preoccupied in their own thoughts or discussions to notice the affections between the inmates. All except David, who seemed to be watching Alex intensely.
David wanted nothing but to pull Alex aside and beg for his forgiveness (again). He knew he fucked up royally, but he really wasn't ready to give Alex up yet. If there was any hope whatsoever to reconcile, David was willing to chance it. But he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of everyone. He'd have to wait until the right moment when he could get Alex alone.
Meanwhile, inmate Phi Bui had unfortunately captured the eye of Duke Daniels from the Mandingos. Duke watched Phi strut through the Yard, mixing in well with the spanish population even though he was not spanish.
"Who the fuck is that?" asked Duke, eyeing Phi from a distance.
"Oh.., that's the new guy; Sue Lou or something like that!" joked Genuwine, having learned his name through brief conversations with David Rodriguez. "Warden stuck him in with the rican's since he really don't have a clan here."
"Is he one of them? A Rootboi? Or just staying in their block?" inquired Duke.
"I dunno. I didn't get the impression he was with any group." said Genuwine, keeping his eye on David.
"Good. That means he's open to initiation!" said Duke, nursing the rising mound in his crotch.
"Yo..., you planning another welcoming committee, big D?" asked Killer-Pete, hopefully. He was anxious to get his dick into another unwilling inmate.
"Why not? We ain't had a good gang bang in awhile!" said Duke, feeling in the mood for sushi. "Not since we punked that asshole Emmett!" (chap-1, pt-3).
Pt-5
Aryan inmates Snake and his partner Hammer decide to use one of their kitchen contacts to sneak Sarge a note through his lunch tray. They scribble something on a tiny strip of paper, then pass it off to the kitchen worker to put in Sarge's food. The kitchen inmate slips the paper between two slices of meat in Sarge's sandwich just before it was scheduled to leave the kitchen. It went into a lunch truck which was then wheeled down from the kitchen and into the part of the prison set for Solitary Confinement. Each lunch tray is carefully inspected by the guards for drugs or weapon before being sent through to inmates on lockdown. A small compartment in the cell doors allows trays to be presented to inmates without guards having to open the doors and risk being charged or attacked.
"This one for Sarge?" asked one of the guards, watching the prison block. The server confirmed it. "Let me see that." he ordered, taking the tray away.
"Inspecting his food?" asked the other minority guard sitting at the front desk nonchalantly reading a newspaper.
"More like adding to it!" laughed the first guard, dismissing the server as he sat down the tray and peeled back the bread off the sandwich. The second guard watched as the first guard unzipped his uniform pants and pulled out his dick.
"What the fuc...?" he laughed out loud, watching his co-worker stroke himself into a full erection.
"I think its time this racist asshole learns to face the consequences of his actions!"
"So you're gonna..?"
"Cum all over his sandwich, and let him eat it like mayonnaise!" laughed the guard/
"You crazy!" said the second guard, not stopping him as he watched the whole scene.
The first guard stroked his dick for nearly 10 minutes before he felt his balls tighten and churn. He aimed his dick head down at the sandwich, jerking on it gently as he pumped thick rich streaks of slick slimy semen all over the meat and bread. He painted the sandwich good as he smeared the last drops into the crusted edges with his dick head before tucking it back into his pants. Then he carefully placed the bread back on the sandwich, and...
"As good a new!" he said, picking the tray up off the desk.
"Remind me never to accept any food from you!" yelled the second guard in mock disgust.
Pt-6
Prison inmate Seth MacCatherty ("Sarge"), sat in his tiny little one man cell in solitary confinement. He grumbled to himself, not having anyone else to talk to. He cursed himself, cursed the Warden, the penal system, the guards, the inmates, the army, and everyone and everything in between.
Sarge was a strong man, a force to be reckoned with in his day. The army sent his squad in to do the dirty work, because they knew HE was a man to get the job done! HE was the strong arm you needed when your back's against the wall in a bar fight. Sarge was a "kick ass first, ask questions later" kind of guy. People feared him when he was younger. His hot temper, quick thinking, and fierce determination got him the ranking of Sergeant in the Army when he was still fairly young. He whipped recruits into shape, and led them through the jungles of Asia during the war. He'd spent his life in the army, defending his country. He retired from active service when he turned 38, and should have spent the bulk of his life lounging leisurely. But with too much time on his hands and an alcoholic appetite from so many years in the service, Sarge couldn't seem to keep himself out of the local bars, or out of trouble.
Renown for his heavy drinking and bar fights, Sarge got a little too carried away one night when he was approached by a gay black man in a straight bar. The man thought Sarge's muscles and arrogant superiority made him sexy and attractive. He approached Sarge, offering to bye him a drink. When Sarge threw the drink into the man's face and walked off, the man (a hopeless sadomasochist) followed him out into the parking lot, begging the big white man to forgive him and punish him at his home properly. Drunk, angry, and disgusted, Sarge broke beer bottle on a nearby automobile and stab the man in the jugular. The courts found his actions over excessive, and sentenced him to 30 years for the senseless murder. Sarge blamed his unfortunate sentence on the Army, for not coming to his aid despite his glowing record.
"Lunch!" announced the guard, shoving Sarge's food tray through the serving door.
Sarge grumbled racial slurs to show his discontent for the guards, and the "lousy food" they served. He got up from his single cot, and stepped over to the metal door they locked him behind like some unwanted animal. He snatched up his tray, then took it back to the cot where he sat.
Never one to eat his food without inspecting it first, Sarge peeled back the bread to his slick sticky boloney sandwich, the dropped it on the tray. "Stinking mayo!" he said, assuming the sticky substance between the slices were mayonnaise. He lifted the sandwich, posed to sniff the meat to make sure it wasn't spoiled, when he noticed the corner end of a slice of paper hiding underneath. "What the fuck...?" he muttered to himself, slipping the note from beneath the meat. He dropped the sandwich back onto the tray while he held the small note up to the light. He read what Hammer and Snake said about Gardner trying to take over the Aryans since he (Sarge) never left a predecessor to take his place.
"Stupid ass..., fucking dick wads...!!" grumbled Sarge, balling up the note. "Can't run a fucking block 48 hours with out fucking up losing it!! Am I the only one with half a brain in that cell block?" he shouted, angry about the events taking place in his absence as he pieces his sandwich back together. Without ever realizing it, he lifts the cum sandwich up to his mouth, and takes a huge bit through the sperm soaked bread, having his first official consumption of semen.
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