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/2 RACE RELATIONS
Pt-1
Warden Ellis' Office...
Race is a major issue for an all the male prisoners at Piedmont Penitentiary. With nearly 1500 inmates (a whopping 70 percent of them African American) its hard to keep order, -add into that old prejudices and outdated stereotypes, and you have all the ingredients for the virtual boiling pot with the lid.
In society 42 year old Bruce Gardner was an officer of the law, a cop with over 20 years in active service, -but the court system and a lengthy trial has named him Piedmont Penitentiary's newest resident. Gardner, along with 3 fellow officers gone bad; (Alan Cooper, Joseph Justine, and Donald Blake from Precinct-23) -learned quickly that they were amongst the minimum numbers in jail. Here, THEY were the minorities. They knew the only way to insure safety in numbers, was by joining other whites in a show of unity. But the majority of whites locked away in prison were bikers, druggies, wife beaters, adulterers, thieves, murderers, kidnappers, skin heads, and other abusers, not the kind of group looking to rub elbows with former officers of the law. Gardner and his men were wedged between a rock and a hard place.
"I don't have to tell you how disappointing this is..., seeing law enforcement officers behind bars! You're supposed to set examples for society, not ADD to all the drama and bullshit spewing on our city streets!" --yelled 52 year old warden -Dennis Ellis, as he sat behind his large desk in his office. Former officer Bruce Gardner sat relaxed, his facial expressions showing his discontent for the black official sitting behind his desk in judgment. "I know all about your activities as a police officer..." added Ellis, looking through Gardner's files. "...you were quite a powerhouse on the streets, eh -Terminator? That is what THEY called you, isn't it? Terminator? Like the unstoppable cyborg from the 1984 movie? I take it you're one bad ass, eh?"
"You've got my paperwork in front of you, you know I wouldn't be here if I wasn't!" --responded Gardner, arrogantly. Ellis smirked.
"I also know your pig ass is a racist cop..., fucking with blacks and other minorities on the streets while using your badge as a shield, to keep them from beating your lilly white punk ass right proper!" --surmised Ellis. "So you think because you're white, that you're better than everyone else? Is that right?" --asked Ellis. When Gardner didn't answer, Ellis continued by reading his personal files. "According to your records, you have a lot of complaints from African Americans that claim racial profiling and excessive force. Seems you don't like minorities much, do you?"
"Is there a point to this interview?" asked Gardner, growing weary of the analysis.
"Well..., I was very aware of who you were even before you stepped foot in my prison. I thought I would personally welcome you to my penitentiary, and inform you that here..., your white superiority status won't save your ass from the beat down you'll undoubtedly sustain when you're surrounded by black minorities!" --smiled Ellis, triumphantly. "Welcome to Piedmont!"
PT-2 "Mother fucker!!" yelled Gardner, once he was a safe distance away from Ellis' office.
"What happened? What did he want?" asked Cooper, standing by the prison entrance heading back into the Pen from the office sector of the penitentiary.
"Nothing! He just wanted to gloat his nigger authority!" --said Gardner, agitated.
"Is he going to give us protection?" asked Cooper, eagerly. They hadn't been in the prison long, but knew it was only a matter of time before the inmates made their moves. "Cops behind bars is a practical death sentence! We won't survive a week in this hell hole with all the niggers and spics walking around thinking they own the joint!"
"Ellis isn't interested in our protection!" --informed Gardner through grit teeth. "He's serving us up as a practical smorgasbord! He WANTS the niggers to fuck us over!"
"Fuck! What're we gonna do?" asked Cooper, distraught. "We can't fight the entire prison population!"
"We're going to do the only thing we can do..." reasoned Gardner, pulling Cooper into a more secluded corridor. "We team up with the skin heads!"
"Those crazy fucks? They're loose cannons, man! I don't trust them! They'll fuck us over first chance they get!" --complained Cooper.
"We may have to lay a sacrifice in order to get in good with them..." --thought Gardner.
"A sacrifice? Who? What?" asked Cooper, hoping it wasn't him.
"One of the twins..." said Gardner, referring to former officers Blake and Justine. "If we're going down anyway..., we might as well play every card we have!" --he insisted. Cooper was quickly on board, so long as it wasn't his ass on the line.
"Which one?" he asked, curiously.
"Justine, of course."
Pt-3
Duke is a 40 year old convicted murderer. He's currently part CEO of the drug cartel in Piedmont Penitentiary. He holds this honor with 3 others, all prominent pillars in their own rites. At 6-3 and 190 lbs of pure muscle, Duke is as known for his murderous temper as he is for his muscle mass. We awakes in his cell every morning, to an expert blow job from his cellmate, -28 year old Nakia Dawson. Nakia was a black man who was falsely convicted for the rape of a young white female college student where he worked as cook. The trial was plagued with circumstantial evidence, and even the victim admitted that she did not see the rapist's face, as he had attacked her from behind and slammed her head into a tree as he fucked her cunt from behind. But Nakia was in the wrong place at the wrong time with no alibi when police officers were desperate to find an assailant for the angry mob of demonstrators, protestors, and reporters hungry for a resolution.
Once convicted, Nakia was sentenced to 15 years. He vowed his innocence throughout his trial, but everyone (including the judge) wanted a quick ending to the story. In society Nakia was a hard working man, a fair man destined for a bright future, 5 days after walking into Piedmont Penitentiary, he caught the eye of Duke McDaniels, and his life soon took an even deep plunge into despair.
Duke was a truck driver in his "former life" (as the inmates call their former lives outside the prison). He hauled heavy materials across the country for days, weeks on end. Along the way he often did drugs to stay awake, and picked up hookers and hitchhikers for road company when he was horny. Duke learned a long time ago that while on the road for a long haul, that a mouth is a mouth is a mouth is a mouth. One doesn't get picky when one's dick his bone hard and in need of soft caressing. Most times he had no problem finding whores at the trucker's rest stops, some of them weren't even hookers, they were just horny nimphos that wanted/needed dick badly. But sometimes when pussy wasn't available, Duke found the hot mouth of a willing (or sometimes unwilling) young man to be just as pleasurable.
The first time Duke got his dick sucked from another dude was when he'd been on the road for 18 hours. He was passing through Ohio when he decided to stop at one of the resting areas for truckers, stretch his legs and take a dump in one of the rest rooms. It was late (2am) when he pulled in and parked. His dick was rock hard and needing attention, but he didn't see any bimbo's lurking around looking for action. He decided he'd have to settle for his own hand job after he took a shit, so he climbed down out of his cab and made his way down the row of parked rigs housing sleeping truckers towards the rest room at the end of the walk. Inside he was shock to see about 5 truckers standing around one guy, with their pants down around their ankles. The truckers turned around to acknowledge Duke as he entered, but went right back to what they were doing.
Duke watched as the men stood surrounding another man who was bent over at the waist. One trucker held him by the head, pumping his hips into the guy's face. Duke could hear the sloppy wet gurgling sounds the guy made as the trucker's dick penetrated his throat. Another trucker held him by the hips, slamming his pelvis into the guy's bare ass, sending his dick straight through his rectum. Duke was shocked as he watched his fellow truckers fuck another dude like a bitch.
Duke walked over to a urinal, and pulled out his big hard black dick.
"Don't waste that load in the toilet, dude..." said one of the men standing around stroking his own hardon. "...give it to the kid, he loves getting pissed on while getting fucked!"
Duke shrugged his shoulders, then walked over to the group. The men parted for him, giving him a clear target. The guy looked young, college age if a day out of high school. The guy face fucking him held him by the ears, using them as handles as he rammed his entire dick length down into his open throat from tip to base. Duke saw the trucker's eyes roll up into his head just as he slammed his balls into the kid's chin, and held it there.
"AAARRR SHIT...!!" he yelled, as his body started to tremble from orgasm. The kid's eyes bulged as his ballooned throat expanded and convulsed around the embedded dick. Everyone knew the trucker was unloading down his throat by the way the kid's throat gagged and gargled. Spit, drool, and bits of foamy white semen escaped the edges of his stretched lips. Most of the cum poured down into his throat, but some back out every time he gagged, causing slime to drool onto the floor beneath him.
The trucker yanked his dick from the kid's mouth after he was done cumming. Duke noticed the kid's face was covered with slime from cum and piss. Duke stepped up in front of the kid. The boy saw the big black moby dick being presented to him, and opened his mouth to accept it. But instead of getting a mouthful of hard dick, he got a mouthful of hot piss.
Duke let his piss flow, splattering the kid's upturned face and open mouth. The boy gasped and gulped as he tried to swallow all the hot fluids being fed to him. Duke's piss load was long, he'd been holding it for 2 states, and could have filled a half gallon jug easily. Once he was finished drowning the boy (to the cheers of his fellow truckers), he stuffed the boy's mouth his dick. The boy turned out to be a better dick sucker then most females Duke fucked. He took Duke's mammoth rod all the way down to his hairy balls. Duke loved the velvety wet feel of the boy's throat wrapped around his rod, and started fucking his head hard, -practically choking the kid death. The boy fought to breathe while still getting fucked at the other end. Duke held his wet head in his hands while he pulverized his throat muscles, watching his wet butt cheeks swallow up all the white dick going up his rear.
The ass fucker at the kid's butt must have been in the saddle for awhile, cause right after Duke started pounding the boy's throat (causing his anus to throb uncontrollably), the man started cumming thick ropes of cum deep in the kid's buttock. As soon as he was done, another dick took his place, pushing right into the smooth taut white cheeks.
"Fuck this lil' bitch!" --encouraged Duke, punching his dick through the oral ring before him. The new trucker pounded the kid's ass, trying to match Duke's speed. The kid was sandwiched between 2 rough truck fuckers, his tight jock body being pounded into ground beef. This was the moment he dreamt of, ever since going to college and discovering his desire for cock! He started out servicing dicks at the library's men's room at night, it was a known spot for horny students studying for exams. Then he started blowing his dorm roommates, soon after he was being invited to frat parties as the entertainment. It was during one of those all male suck offs that he got fucked up the ass for the first time. That night he discovered his love to be used by men. From then on he was nothing more than a place for students and jocks to dump their loads, but few college age fuckers could give dick as well as horny trucker drivers. He discovered them one night while hitching a ride after his car broke down on the freeway. A horny trucker picked him up in a winter snow storm, and warmed him up in the back cab of his 18 wheeler. The trucker radioed to other drivers in the area, and soon he was going from truck to truck at the height of the storm, getting ass and throat fucked until his insides were clogged with cum at both ends. That's when he started chasing truckers at the places they gathered, offering a hot ass and a warm throat whenever they needed one.
Duke felt his dick starting to throb as he fucked deep down into the boy's gullet. The humpy 19 year old (with snot dripping from his nostrils) swallowed every inch of Duke's mammoth black rod. When Duke shoved his big piece all the way down his throat and held it there, the kid knew what was coming. Cum belched from Duke's big dick head, burning a trail down into the kid's contracting throat. He gulped down what he could, even while his ass was being crammed at the same moment.
"AAAWWW FUCK!" yelled the man at his ass, cumming a quart of dick juice up his inflamed backside. Both men pulled out after cumming, leaving his mouth and asshole agape. The other truckers all started to disperse, having cum at least one in one of the boy's hot holes. The young jock thanked all the truckers for the party, then went in search for his clothes. Duke was still horny after his long haul, and his dick had only lost about half its mass. When the young college boy bent forward to retrieve his pants and underwear, he small flat ass cheeks parted to reveal the red swollen anal lips dripping a steady stream of dick juice. Duke's dick stood rock solid as he walked up behind the boy, and buried his meat in one shove. The boy screamed in horror as his asshole was quickly mauled and fucked. Duke shoved him up into one of the toilet stalls, and fucked him hard over one of the bowls. The boy's body adjusted to the fucking rather quickly, accepting the heavy dicking as the plentiful cum lining his anal canal coated Duke's mater-rod and made fucking easier. He blew a huge load into the white boy's guts, leaving the boy with a new fetish for black males. Since then, Duke found head from male hitchhikers and toilet hounds whenever he could.
When he first saw Nakia Dawson in the courtyard behind the prison, his dick sprung an instant hardon. Nakia wasn't effeminate, nor was he gay in any sense of the word, -but none of that mattered to Duke's dick. Duke inquired about the new "fish", gathering information about him. He learned that Nakia was alone in prison, with no real group or backing from anyone influential. He also learned that Nakia wasn't a real threat, -word had it that he was truly innocent of the rape he was convicted of, which meant he didn't have a particularly violent nature. This made Duke's decision to take him more appealing.
Duke made arrangements to have Nakia's cell placement changed. They became cellmates the following day. Nakia was frightened the moment he met his new cellmate. He knew of Duke's reputation from other inmates who warned him to stay away from him. Duke was laying back in his bunk, wearing only his boxer shorts and a wife's beater. Nakia couldn't help but notice the huge lump imprinting Duke's obviously hard tool. He tried to be pleasant and respectful while ignoring the massively growing bulge before him. That's when Duke decided to lay down the law...;
"From now on, you'll be MY bitch for as long as we're cellmates! I want my dick sucked every morning before I wake up! And I expect pussy every night before bed! Refuse me on any account at any time, and you'll be spending a week in the infirmary. Are we clear?"
"Huh..?" asked Nakia, at a loss for real words. Before his mind could compute what his options were, he was attacked by the big thick former trucker. Nakia never saw a man move so fast. Once second Duke was laying back lazily with a hardon, and the next he was standing in front of him, punching him in the face and gut.
He grabbed Nakia by the head, and rammed him face first into the wall. Then he threw him down onto the bottom bunk, and twisted his arm behind his back until he heard the bone crack. Nakia screamed in pain as Duke flipped him over on his back. While Nakia grabbed his broken arm, Duke pulled his hardon from his piss slit and forced Nakia to suck him. Nakia was crying and begging for a doctor when his mouth was stuffed full of hard male dick. He choked and gagged on the swollen glands as the huge thing moved in and out of his mouth. Fortunately it didn't take Duke long to cum. The adrenaline from the aggressive fight had him close to the edge, and watching the straight man's virgin mouth stretch around his dark colored ramrod, made him shot his load pre-maturely. The cum flooded Nakia's mouth, choking him as he was forced to gobble it down. Once Duke had finished cumming and establishing his authority and house rules, he allowed Nakia to seek help with the nearest prison guard, who took him immediately to the infirmary to have his broken arm set in a cast. Of course Nakia refused to say who broke his arm, so no charges or disciple was ever enacted on Duke. When Nakia came back to the cell, he knew his new place as "cell-pussy" was wrote in stone, and gave Duke whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Pt-4
Raul Rodriguez was a 26 year old puertorican from "ricanville" north philly. One the streets he was in a gang called `the ROOT BOYZ" since he was born (his father before him was a gang leader). Romero Rodriguez was 39, and the father of 6 when he was killed in a bloody drug war involving rival gangs. Romero inducted his sons into the gang from the moment they were conceived. With a heavy legacy to uphold, Raul and his brothers (Carlos and David) worked hard to fill their father's shoes. They were known as the "Rod brothers" in their circle. Raul was the most ruthless of the 3, a born gang leader with blood on his hands from the ripe old age of 10. Carlos was the next in line, with the reputation of following his older brother anywhere. David was the youngest of the 3 siblings, and the most sensitive. Gay since birth, he and his brothers worked hard to conceal his true nature, -"a man can't be respected by his peers if he's on his knees looking up" --their grandpapi would saw.
The 3 were arrested in an undercover sting that implicated them all. Trialed together, they were all sentenced to the same time; 25 years for peddling over 10 kilos of crack coke.
Being incarcerated together and having street knowledge and reputations was a definite plus for Raul and his brothers. They knew some of the Rican inmates from the hood the instant they came in, and they watched each other's backs from the blacks and the Aryan boys looking to do them harm. Raul's extensive training in street drugs made him a shoe in with the drug cartel. He quickly became "leader" of Puerto Rican sales, meaning (by theory) he was on the same levels as "Duke" from the black correlation, "Sarge" from the Aryan boys, and Muhammad from the Muslims (all leaders of their groups).
Raul takes pride in being the youngest "elder" in the ranks of power at Piedmont. He strolls through the halls of his block with his head high, and his shoulders cross. He usually walks with no less than 2 of his subjects at all times for safety, one never knows when someone would get it in their head to want to climb up the latter of success by killing one of the cartels. They are usually armed at all times, -hidden home made ice picks and knives make for deadly weapons in prison, and inmates are always coming up with ingenious ways of concealing them from prison guards and officials.
On this particular morning, Raul is making his daily rounds around his cell block, -making sure everything is everything since he last closed his eyes. Ricans accounted for 20 percent of the population (and growing), so sales for Raul were pretty good. He could see the effects of his drugs in the eyes of some of his fellow inmates. Glassy eyes meant for good times, which meant more money when the high wears off. Things were good as far as Raul was concerned, aside from the lack of female companionship (which he was able to rectify through deals and perks from the cartel). But as Raul rounded the corner to one of the corridors of his block, he thought he noticed something in the back stairwell leading to the first level.
This particular stairwell is out of immediate sight to most guards, as one has to physically enter it to see anything. It's patrolled several times a day, but has no working cameras in its well, so inmates often use it as a secret place to get high, make illegal deals, of have quick sex.
Raul approached quietly, wanting to catch whoever was in there by surprise. He figured he's simply peer in to see who it was and what they were doing, before going about his daily business as "drug lord leader" (he loved his title role). But as he peeked in the door, his eyes quickly narrowed in disgust. He saw his little brother David bent over at the waist, giving his ass up to one of his boyfriends. "Go get my brother, Carlos!" --he ordered one of his men. The flunky ran off in search for Carlos, as Raul continued to watch his baby brother get fucked.
David Rodriguez was 21, fair complexion with long black breads he often wore in 2 long breaded ponytails. He was thin figured (no muscles), and slightly hairy. His best features were his penetrating eyes and his pink lips. David was a nature bottom who loved to please his men. He'd been sucking dick since he discovered his attraction to boys when he was 15, and has been trying to hide this fact from his family ever since. But while Raul and their brother Carlos knew (mostly by word on the street), they often made insurances to assure no one found out. Friends and family were worn to secrecy, while others were beaten up and left for dead. No one spoke bad about the Rod Brothers without paying a heavy price.
The inmate fucking David was 20 year old Alex Sanchez. He'd been convicted of car theft for a chop shop he worked in. Alex was straight, but like most men, couldn't contain his hardon for long without wanting to feel it crammed in something hot and wet. He knew of David Rodriguez and his brother's reputations in the system, he knew if you needed anything, THEY were the ones to go to for results. He knew they had the run of the prison, and he knew not to fuck with any of them (as did everyone else). So imagine Alex's surprise when David Rodriguez walked up to him and asked if he wanted his dick sucked? At first Alex thought David was running a prostitution on the side, and was trying to sale one of his punks. At first Alex declined, saying that he didn't have that kind of cash, but when David revealed his intentions, Alex found the offer too good to pass up.
The first time they got together, David merely sucked his dick. He took Alex into the stairwell early before any traffic came through. He sank to his knees as Alex unzipped his pants and presented his hardon. Alex kept expecting David to say "cyke, just kidding", all the way up until the point when he took him into his mouth. Alex leaned back against the stair wall and closed his eyes to imagine one of his girlfriends back at home sucking his dick. But his daydream was quickly shattered when he discovered that David Rodriguez was a much better "cock sucker" than most of the chicks he fucked. David swallowed Alex's thin but long dick all the way down into his throat, and caressed it with his silky throat muscles. Alex came instantly, feeding David a pent up load he'd been saving for days. But David didn't stop there, he wasn't interested in any quick gratifications, -he continued sucking Alex through to another blow job. Alex couldn't believe his luck as he stood there knock kneed, his dick being devoured by another man. David bobbed his head back and forth for another full 5 minutes before he was rewarded with a second load of heavy cum. David deep throated Alex as he shot, creaming his throat with a second batch of baby makers.
That was several encounters ago, -now Raul watched as his little brother was being anal fucked, his face growing red with anger and disgust. Alex Sanchez held David by his slender hips, fucking his long thin dick in and out of the Rodriguez boy's bare ass. Not many inmates knew of David's lust to be fucked, and those who did kept the secret, knowing what was best for them. Alex was no different, as good as David's tight gripping hole was, he couldn't brag and reveal his cum hole for fear of what might happen. David was a great lover, very intuitive and giving. He often allowed Alex to fuck his mouth or ass for as long as it took to get him off, and he accepted every load into his body, allowing it to soak into him, becoming a part of him.
David stroked his own hardon while he got fucked. He moaned softly, not wanting to attract any attention. David loved the way Alex fucked, he thrust with strong firm strokes without trying to be too aggressive of forceful. He fucked ass for the simple joy of sex, not power. His dick hit spots in David's ass that had the cute 21 year old's dick drooling beads of semen. With his pants down around his knees, he quickly shot his load onto the stairwell floor. Alex felt David's asshole cramp and close up around his shaft, and fucked harder. David grunted as his asshole spasm and his orgasm passed. Soon he felt Alex's grip on his waist tighten, as he rammed his dick all the way in and came. Both men moaned aloud as Alex filled David's anal pussy with cum.
"Thanks man." --said Alex, pulling out and zipping up.
"Any time, man." --smiled David, pulling his own pants up over his ass. They both dressed then headed for the door, only to be met with an angry Raul, Carlos, and 2 other Rican gang members. "Raul...!" shouted David, surprised.
"Go back to the cell." --ordered Raul.
"Ra'..., it's not what you think...!"
"GO BACK TO THE CELL!" yelled Raul, vehemently.
David's heart quickened. He knew Raul had seen him. He only hoped he wouldn't hurt Alex too badly as he lowered his head and quickly walked back to their cell. Alex stood there, scared stiff as he looked into the angry faces of his brethren.
"Raul, man..." started Alex, but was quickly hushed when Raul put a his index finger for silence.
"You know who I am?" he asked, calmly.
"Yes." --answered Alex, nervously.
"You know my brothers?"
"Yes." --answered Alex, his eyes starting to water.
"You know our reputation around this prison?"
"Yes. But..." --again with the finger...
"Then what makes you think you can fuck one of us, without being fucked by all of us?" --questioned Raul.
"HE came to ME!" defended Alex. "I didn't ask him to do anything, -HE wanted it!"
Raul turned to his second brother and laughed.
"Did you hear that?" he asked, humorously. "He's saying David asked for it. That our brother asked him to fuck him in the ass like some cheap 5 dollar bimbo. Do you believe that?"
"Hell NO!" answered Carlos, vehemently. Raul turned back to Alex.
"That would mean our little brother's gay. Are you saying that our brother is gay?" asked Raul. Alex, swallowed hard.
"I'm...I'm not..., I'm just saying..., No. No, I don't think he's gay." --answered Alex, thoughtfully.
"So what kinda straight man takes it up the ass, then?" countered Raul. "Are you straight?"
"Yes." --answered Alex.
"Do YOU take it up the ass?"
"No." --answered Alex.
"But my straight brother David did. Is that what you want me to believe?" asked Raul.
"I..., don't know..." said Alex, confused.
"Way I see it, you got 2 options..., ONE; we go back into that stairwell and you bend over and let me and my brother Carlos even the score, or TWO; we go back into that stairwell and you don't bend over and me and my brother Carlos even the score another way. Which one you chose?"
"Raul, please man..." begged Alex, a tear streaming his left cheek.
"Chose carefully. I'm really hoping for option TWO!" --said Raul.
"I pick ONE!" --said Alex, knowing he might not survive option two.
"Watch the stairwell." --ordered Raul, as he and Carlos escorted Alex back to the scene of the crime. "Bend over mother fucker, we ain't got all day!" yelled Raul, impatiently. He wasn't one to fuck other men, as he and Carlos got conjugal visits a couple times a month to fuck real pussy. But Raul felt Alex needed to be the exception. No one fucks with the Rodriguez Brothers and gets away with it! "Get me hard, mother fucker...!" he ordered Alex.
Alex pulled his pants down under his knees, then turned around to suck Raul's limp dick. Raul was 5-6, 130 lbs, muscular, fair complexion (like his brothers), and hairy with a constant 3 day stubble about his chin and cheeks. He sported a thin mustache, and a head full of silky back hair which girls loved to play in and bread into cornrows.
Alex reluctantly took Raul's tan penis into his virgin mouth and started sucking. As a straight man, he never imagined having a dick in his mouth. This was his worse prison nightmare come true (well, his actual worse nightmare was being butt raped by an angry mob of horny niggers, -but this is a close second). At first Raul's dick didn't respond to being sucked, but after a few minutes, it slowly started to grow and lengthen. Alex was glad to see Raul's dick was only average sized, about 6 inches with medium width. He sucked passively, not really into but just obeying an order. "Best to get it good and wet, it's the only lube we have" --informed Raul, causing Alex to lavish the head and shaft in foamy spit. "That's enough, now bend the fuck over!"
"Raul, can we talk about this man?" asked Alex, trying one more time to reason.
"We did talk about it, you chose getting fucked over getting FUCKED, remember?"
Alex knew what that meant. He knew he was wasting his breath trying to reason logic. He simply turned around and presented his ass for the inevitable. Raul stepped up close behind him, then rammed his dick into the hold. The head slammed into the sealed anus, but did not enter. A sharp pain hit the outer surface, indicating what Alex was in stored for.
Raul regrouped and re-aimed. His second attempt pressed his dick head into the sealed pucker. Alex groaned painfully as the dick added pressure. It tightened automatically, trying to keep the invading penal out. But Raul was determined to get in. He pressed hard, holding Alex by his waist as he pushed with his hips. Alex felt the head starting to squeeze in. His asshole screamed resentment as the sphincter defended its territory.
"You'd best relax and take it, fuck head! I'm getting in one way or another!" --warned Raul. Alex's hole fought valiantly, but the anal lips soon tired of the struggle, and the head finally popped in, followed by several inches of shaft.
Alex screamed as his virgin hole was conquered. Nothing had ever gone in his ass before, -not a dick, not a finger, not a tongue, not even a thermometer. Raul pressed his hairy pubes against Alex's bare buns, and ground his dick around in the tight confides of his chute. Alex's asshole squeezed Raul's dick so tightly, that Raul faintly feared his dick head with burst blood instead of cum. When he pulled back with his hips, his dick squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube. Alex made so much noise on the in-stroke, that Raul had to put his hand over the man's mouth while he fucked him.
Alex felt nothing but excruciating pain registering through his bowels as his ass was fucked for the first of 2 times. He screamed into Raul's hand as the older Rican pumped in and out of him. It felt like someone was stabbing him in the ass with a hot knife. Alex couldn't understand why people liked this sort of thing, -if this was how David felt when he fucked him, why did he request it so much?
Raul couldn't believe how tight Alex's asshole was. Raul had never fucked anything even remotely this tight --ever. It was nearly painful to move back and forth, it felt like Alex's anal ring was going to cut his dick in half, or in any case scrap off all of his skin. But he kept fucking, pressing his dick in and out to make certain his stance on fucking with the Rodriguez's.
After about 10 minutes of intense painful fucking, Alex was relieved to hear Raul announce to his brother Carlos that he was about to cum. Alex waited with bated breath as Raul picked up the pace, then rammed his dick in and came. Alex could feel the dick pump and pulse inside him, but was not acutely aware of the cum filling his swollen rectum. When Raul pulled out (whipping the hand that covered Alex's drooling mouth on Alex's shirt), he ordered Alex to turn around and clean the cum and shit off his dick with his mouth. Alex did so reluctantly. He bent forward and took the gamy meat between his lips and sucked it clean, the taste of cum and shit fouled his senses immediately.
"My turn!" --announced Carlos, already stroking his erection in anticipation of an orgasm.
Alex stood up and turned back around to present his sore all. He bent over timidly, not really wanting to repeat the last experience. Carlos stepped up behind him, then shoved his dick inside the hole. While still tight, it was no longer sealed, -the anal lips opened when pressed, allowing Carlos' dick to enter the sperm lined track.
The second penetration hurt, but was not nearly as painful as the first. Alex screamed out, but quickly recovered as the second brother started to fuck him. Carlos was 24, 5-7, 140 lbs, hairy, with a thick black mustache and a bushy goatee. His hair wasn't as slick and silky as his 2 brother, as it more resembled a soft curly bush which he often wore it in with a du-rag wrapped around the hairline like a bandana. Carlos wasn't the leader his brother (Raul) was, nor the strong independent individual his other brother (David) was, -Carlos was a follower, the man to call on when you wanted something bad done right. He spent his life selling drugs, running orders, hiding from 5-0, and killing the opposition. He did whatever his brother Raul demanded of him. They were the sons of Romero, they had a reputation to uphold.
Alex felt Carlos holding onto his bare hips, fucking his ample 7 inch dick in and out of his burning asshole. He groaned and grunted painfully from the fucking, but knew he would survive. He just hoped Raul and Carlos didn't continue fucking him after this encounter, or spread his name around the prison walls as "new pussy". New pussy" was when a straight inmate was raped, and turned into what men liked to call "female status", which means his ass feels like girl pussy. Once that kind of word gets around, you can never go back to being a full blooded man, you would always be labeled "pussy" until the moment you die or get released. For Alex (and any other full blooded man), that would be a step worse than death, -for at least death holds honor, getting butt fucked up the ass by 20 guys at a time holds no honor for no one.
After about 5 minutes of fucking in and out of the same hole his brother hard creamed in, Carlos felt his dick starting to tingle. His balls tightened in their hairy sack as he sighed and dumped a weeks worth of hot cum into the ass of the guy that fucked his brother David.
Alex heard the second brother sigh, then felt him tremble as he lost his load. Alex's dick never hardened while getting fucked, he simply bore the pain and humiliation as the 2 brothers came inside him. Once Carlos was done, Alex had to suck his dick clean as well, before they finally zipped up and called it even.
"If I ever heard word get out that you fucked my brother up the ass, the next time I fuck you will be with a knife!" --threatened Raul, pulling a shank from the seam of his pants. He held the shank up to Alex's throat, then added just enough pressure to puncture the skin and draw blood. Alex felt the sharp prick, then saw Raul lick the blood from the tip of the shank, to show just how crazy insane he was. Then he sheathed his weapon, and left. Carlos gave Alex a menacing look for reassurance, then followed his brother out. Alex breathed a sigh of relief as he thanked his god for sparing his life. His asshole ached like a sonovabitch, and he had cum soaking into the ass of his underwear, but at least he still had his life!
Pt-5
Bruce Gardner and his cohorts; Cooper, Blake, and Justine, walked up to the cell black of the Aryan boys. 2 Aryan members stood guard at the entrance of the block, to ward off any undesirables who didn't belong.
"I'm here to see Sarge." --said Gardner, standing before the 2 skinheads wearing a plethora of satanic tattoos up and down their arms, necks, chests, and backs.
"You have an appointment?" asked one of the Aryan guards.
"I have a proposition he'd want to hear." --answered Gardner.
"I doubt that." --countered the Aryan. "Get the fuck outta here. No one sees Sarge unless you have an appointment."
"Well...you heard him fellas..." said Gardner, turning towards his fellow officers. "...guess we don't get in until we make an appointment."
"And how do we do that?" asked Cooper, grinning.
"I guess we knock!" --answered Gardner, swinging his right fist into the Aryan's jaw. The guy fell backwards onto the floor, his mouth and nose already bleeding before his ass hit the ground.
The second Aryan tried to defend his post, but was quickly hit by Cooper, who simply kicked him hard in the groin. The Aryan fell to his knees, the fight quickly knocked out of him. As Gardner and his men moved in, they were quickly countered ay an army of skinheads ready to defend their turf.
"Hold it!" yelled an old crusty voice over the shouts and threats. Everyone froze, then parted as an older man (about 60) walked through the mass of white bodies. "Whadda you want?"
"Are you Sarge?" asked Gardner, surprised by the guy's age. "My name's Bruce Gardner, I'm a..."
"I know who the fuck you are, pig! What the fuck'r you doing in MY cell block?" screamed the man.
"Well..., I'd like to discuss that with you -in private." --answered Gardner. Sarge looked Gardner and his cop friends over amusingly, then waved his followers aside.
"Let them through. But search them for weapons and wires..., I don't trust no pigs!" he ordered, before turning back into his block.
To be continued...