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-23 DEBTS and FORECLOSERS
Pt-1
Morning at Piedmont...
Genuwine (27 yr old Chris Ford) awakens in his cell to the gentle sucking of his erection. He slowly opens his eyes from a dream (lying naked in the Jamaican sands with Janet Jackson, Gabrielle Union, and Beyonce), to see handsome puertorican born David Rodriguez slowly bobbing his head up and down his swollen brown shaft. He smiles as he looks down at the handsome rican that's sucking him so eagerly and willingly. David looks in utopia as he lovingly lavishes the black cock before him.
A gay man with the insatiable need to please, David started sucking Genuwine's dick the moment he woke some 20 minutes ago. Gently he moved his mouth up and down the shaft, sliding his warm wet tongue along the slick underbelly. With tender caution he sucked at the flaring crown, loving the living pulse that throbbed through it as he suctioned the sweet honey from its tip before going all the way back down on it. He relaxed his throat muscles, and allowed it to pass straight through into the curve of his neck. Genuwine could feel him humming with contentment as he blew him with loving skill. Not many men in prison liked sucking dick and pleasing men as much as David Rodriguez. It's what motivated him to get through the day.
"Damn...you're a good find!" moaned Genuwine, feeling on top of the world. David looked up at him, but never removed his mouth from his staff. Now that Genuwine was awake, he could suck harder to make him cum, not having to worry about waking him from a sound sleep.
David picked up the pace, tightening his lips as he sucked harder. Genuwine's cellmate (38 yr old T-Bo) snored in his sleep from across the room, having cum several times during the night while watching them fuck.
"Damn boi..., you suckin that dick like you want that cream, or something..." moaned Genuwine, breathlessly. "Is that what you want?" he asked, feeling his balls start to contract.
"mmmm...!" moaned David, trying to decide which hole he wanted creamed this time. He looked up into Genuwine's eyes while sucking his dick. He could feel how extremely hard and stiff Genuwine's dick was as he slithered his mouth up and down the smooth ridges. "What do you want?" he asked, taking his mouth off briefly.
"You know what I like..." moaned Genuwine, reaching down to smack David's rump. David raised his ass higher, feeling slutty as his ass started to tingle with sexual cravings. David sucked his man's dick for a few more minutes before pulling off to lay on his back. Genuwine got the hint, and maneuvered himself between David's spread legs. He lifted them up, then slid his hard cock up between the slick butt cheeks.
David moaned softly as Genuwine's cock moved in. He gripped the black man's forearms as he looked up into his eyes. Genuwine slid all the way in up to his balls with one long fluent stroke, until he had his entire cock buried bone deep.
"Yeeesss papi..., fuck your baby good, daddy!" moaned David, hypnotically.
Genuwine's pelvis locked against David's buttock as he ground his cock around in the rican's gut. David loved being fucked by straight men. Ever since being fucked by his father's best friend (Rico) when he was 15, he's been chasing straight men.
Genuwine slowly began to pull and push his cock through the sucking ring of David's anus, fucking it thoroughly as he listened to the snores of other inmates who hadn't yet awakened from their slumbers. The bed began to squeak and squeal as Genuwine's thrusts got harder and deeper. David accepted each and every inward thrust, grunting softly as not to cause too much unwanted attention to themselves.
"Is this what you like?" asked Genuwine, digging his dick deep into David's hole before pulling back with his hips. "Is this what you risked your life walking through `the Hood' looking for me for?" he asked, slapping his pelvis against the naked buttock harder with each passing minute. "You came looking to get dicked down?"
"Yes!" gasped David, running his hands up and down Genuwine's naked torso while spreading his legs to allow deeper access into his cock hungry bowels. "I LOVE how you fuck me, papi! I want to be your bitch, baby! Make me your bitch?" begged David.
"You certainly pretty enough to be one!" groaned Genuwine, staring into David's face. David bit his lower lip, grunting louder as Genuwine fucked harder. The two men moved in unison, like a well oiled machine as they moved together as one. Genuwine knew he could easily get used to fucking David on a regular basis. Good pussy was hard to find in prison, and here he had one delivering himself to his cell door. But if David was willing to be an honorary Mandingo (or at least `punk' for them), then who was he to argue? "Sure baby...," he moaned, leaning forward as he kissed David tenderly on he lips. "...I'll see what I can do about making you my personal private bitch!"
David glee, having found another home away from home. Who needed Raul to survive?' he thought to himself, looking up into the handsome face of the R&B singer look alike. David liked Genuwine. He LOVED getting fucked by him. Sure he might not be as safe and secure as he was in the Rootboiz cell, but if he had to put out a little ass every now and then to Duke and his boiz to insure his safety, then so be it. So long as he didn't have to go back to his brother crawling on his hands and knees for forgiveness! David couldn't forgive (or forget) what Raul did to him. They'd been taught as kids not to steal from each other; take what you want from them other niggas inna street, but NEVER steal from blood!' their father (Romero) would say. It was a rule the Rod-Boys always lived by, until now.
"Shit, baby...I'm about to cum n'shit!" gasped Genuwine, caught off guard. He picked up the pace as he fucked into David's hungry hole harder, backing the springs sing alive.
"Give it to me, baby!" moaned David, excitedly. His hole flexed around Genuwine's cock as it plunged in and out of him. "Cum inside me, papi..., you know I want it!"
"Good..., here it cums!!" yelled Genuwine, shoving his dick all the way up into David's ass as he came a shit load of hot sauce into his flaming gut.
David took all of the hot cum as it filled his bowels full. Nothing was more satisfying than an erupting cock in his ass. He didn't even worry about cumming himself, so long as he'd satisfied his man.
Genuwine leaned into him, slipping his stale morning tongue into his mouth. David suckled the wet muscle, swallowing Genuwine's spit while his asshole sucked up his cum.
Pt-2
The shortest line at chow time is breakfast. Some inmates like to sleep in late, deciding not to get out of bed until just before lunch time. For those who make it to breakfast, they are usually greeted with runny eggs, hard toast, stiff oatmeal or cream of wheat, rubbery pancakes, stale waffles, or if they're lucky, cold cereal & milk and a piece of (nearly rotted) fresh fruit.
18 yr old Vietnamese born Phi Bui slowly slinks his way through the chow line, his head hung low in a symbol of meekness, which strikes some of the inmates as odd since Phi Bui's usual cocky demeanor and "kiss my ass" attitude has been the focus of his existence since his arrival. How however, he seemed somehow tamed as he quietly collects his meal portions and makes his way to a table alone.
Most inmates barely noticed him, having their own agendas to deal with. But others (who had been watching Phi from afar from the beginning) notices his change. Raul and his Rootboiz watches from their table. They were the ones that initiated Phi's new outlook, having cornered and "punked" him physically (in chap-21. pt-6). From the Mandingo's table, Duke eyes the lone asian as he sits to himself, wondering what his status is with the ricans he shares a cell block with? Duke was always eyeing the room (or the yard) for potential new candidates for his whore harem. With Nakia gone (temporarily), he had a space to fill for the demand. Inmates are a horny bunch, with far too much time on their hands, they're always looking for something to fill the empty space; and sex is a welcome distraction for a hard dick and idol time.
It was during his visual sweep of the cafeteria at breakfast, that Raul Rodriguez spotted his 20 yr old baby brother (David) sitting with the blacks across the room. His eyes narrow as he rises from his seat. "Ra'..., wussup man?" asks his middle brother, Carlos. He follows his brother as he crosses the room and stands at the table of Mandingos.
"Where the hell've you been?" he asked, pulling David by the arm from his seat.
"Hey...!" yelled Genuwine, getting up as well, followed by Mandingos; Duke, Marvin, Pete, Wyome, and several others. David yanks his arm back from his brother's grasp in protest.
"This ain't about you!" said Raul, talking to Genuwine. "It's between me and my brother!"
"Your brother's with ME now!" said Genuwine, pulling David close, and out of Raul's reach. Carlos and other Rootboiz moved in as inmates started to chant FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT!
"EVERYBODY BACK TO YOUR SEATS, NOW!" yelled one of the prison guards, trying to contain the tension before things got out of hand.
"Come on, David..., we'll talk about this later in our cell!" insisted Raul, reaching for David's arm.
"No! I'm not a Rootboi anymore!" defied David. "I'm requesting to be transferred to another block as soon as possible!"
"Are you crazy?! You're a Rod-man! A Rodriguez! We're brothers! We stick together! Who do you think is gonna watch your back? HIM?" asked Raul, pointing towards Genuwine. "They stab you in the back as sure as look at you!"
"Funny how you should mention stabbing someone in the back!" intervened Genuwine, causing Raul to gaze him questionably.
"What'r you talking about, hommie?" asked Ra', playing dumb.
"Just stating a fact!" said Genuwine, letting it go (for now).
"Come on, David!" ordered Raul again, holding out his hand. David merely looked at it, and scoffed.
"We're no longer brothers, Ra'..., I have a few family now!" he insisted, taking Genuwine by the hand. "Go back to your boyfriend, ALEX!" he sniped, walking off. Genuwine stared Raul up and down hard, then lifted his shirt to expose his knife wound to his torso before following David out. It became painfully clear that Genuwine knew Ra' was responsible for stabbing him. The question was, what was he going to do about it?
"Come on..." he said to his followers, ignoring the hard looks from Duke and his boiz as they walked back to their seats across the room (much to the guard's delight).
"What about David?" asked Carlos, concerned. "Duke's boiz'r gonna fuck him over for sure if we don't do something about it!"
"Nothing we can do about it if David doesn't wanna come back!" surmised Raul. "He'll have to learn on his own that they're not to be trusted! And he won't learn that until they've fucked him over a few times too many!"
"But if Duke gets his hands on him...!!"
"I know! But that might be what David's banking on. Remember, he's gay! He might actually get off on being gang banged!" said Raul.
Alex sat silently, watching all of the drama unfold as Raul took his seat next to him, and held his hand under the table.
Pt-3
While things were heating up out on the floor between the blacks and the puertoricans, new Aryan leader Bruce Gardner and his boiz (Alan Cooper and Donald Blake) make their way into the kitchen area (which is off limits to the prison populace).
"What the fuck'r you doing back here?" asked one of the kitchen staffers (a fellow convict).
"Which one's Rick McDoogle?" asked Bruce, sternly. He used to be a cop, so he knew how to intimidate. The black inmate looked into Bruce's eyes, then nodded his head in the direction of the long black haired tattooed freak working on the other side of the room.
"He's over there..., working on the prisoners in solitary confinement's meals!"
"Thanks..., was that so hard?" asked Gardner, staring back at the inmate as he followed his cellmates towards the other convict.
"Rick?" asked Donald Blake (the youngest of the three ex-cops).
"Who the fuck wants to know?" asked the black haired convict, before looking up and recognizing the 3 men standing before him. He was preparing breakfast trays, and was just in the process of loading one onto the tray truck used to transport the meals into the basement. "Oh shit...!"
"Oh shit is right!" said Cooper, slapping the inmate across the face and knocking him away from the truck.
"Hey!" yelled one of the other kitchen workers.
"Chill out! We're just talking!" said Gardner, trying to keep any of the staff workers from alerting the nearby guards.
"What the fuck you guys want?" asked the Aryan worker, holding the side of his head.
"You know who we are?" asked Cooper, sensing the man's fear even before he was struck. The man nodded his head, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Which tray is Sarge's?" asked Blake, looking at all the unmarked trays.
"None of the trays are listed to any of the inmates! It insure no one can be poisoned or tampered with...!" informed Rick.
"Bullshit!" snapped Cooper, gripping the inmate by his collar. "We KNOW you've been sending messages to Sarge from Snake and Hammer! Tell us which tray is his, or I'll pound your face so hard, your own mother won't recognize you at your autopsy!"
"Alright! Alright!" said Rick, believing him. "It's the fifth tray!"
Blake counted down 5 trays, then pulled the correct one out. He pulled the plastic lid off the plate to reveal the eggs, grits, and hard toast staring back up at him.
"See! There's nothing there!" said Rick, hoping they'd leave.
Blake licked his finger, then ran it around in the cold eggs and the stiff grits to find a small piece of folded paper under the portions. Rick sighed, knowing he'd been caught in a lie. Cooper looked down at him with wild angry eyes and shook his head in disappointment, as Blake cleaned the note and handed it off to Gardner. Gardner handed Blake another note, which he then placed in the grits, and then placed the tray back on the truck.
"Who's scheduled to take these meals downstairs?" asked Gardner.
"I,I,I am!" answered Rick.
"Change of plans!" smiled Gardner, as Coopers fingers tightened around Rick's collar...
Pt-4
Downstairs in the basement of the Penitentiary, is Solitary Confinement, where prisoners who are unruly or at risk are sent to be isolated from the rest of the populace. In Seth (Sarge) MacCatherty's case, he was sent there by the Warden for plots of murdering another inmate (revealed in chap-17, pt-6). As Warden, Dennis Ellis has the right to confine any inmate his feels is a threat to himself or others. In some cases, he's been known to keep inmates locked away in those isolated cells for years. Sarge knows it could be a long time before he sees daylight again. And in that time, things could change drastically in the Aryan's block while he's gone.
Eagerly he sits in his small cell, awaiting breakfast. But it's not the food he's eager for, it's the information. It's his only contact with the outside. It's what helps keep his mind sane. Men are known to go crazy locked away in these cells with no one to talk to, losing their sense of self with nothing but the cockroaches to keep them company.
The food cart could be heard rolling down the cement floors. Inmates grab their trays through the small flip serving door in their steel cell doors, asking the server what day or time it is before he moves on. Sarge sees the compartment in his cell door open, as a food tray is quickly shoved inside. He takes the tray from the server and takes it back to his bunk and places it on his lap. He takes the lid off, then uses his fork to sift through the contents to find the note hidden beneath. He smiles to himself as he wipes the note clean with his paper napkin, then carefully peels the moist folds open to reveal what's written inside. `Bang mother fucker, you're dead!' he reads to himself.
"What the fuck is this?" he asks aloud. He goes back over to the cell door and bangs on it for the server to return. When the server door opens, Sarge kneels down and peers through. "Who wrote this fucking message?" he asks, not seeing who he's talking to.
Suddenly a white hand reaches through the hole, and grabs Sarge by his collar. Sarge struggles backward, but the hand has a firm grasp before pulling him forward fast. Sarge's face slams into the steel door before him. "AHHH!" he yells in pain as the hand pushes him back, then pulls hard him into the door again. Sarge tries to protect his head from the door, but that causes the hand to tighten around his collar, choking him. When he tries to peel the hand loose, he is quickly slammed forward into the door again. Soon a large knot begins to form on his forehead as blood gushes from a sever cut. Sarge is quickly dazed as his struggles lessen. He's pulled up close to the hole, as a homemade knife is placed up to his throat. "Wh...who the fuck are you...?" he asks, sensing his death is near. "What do you want..?"
"I want to know everything you know about the escape tunnels!" whispers Gardner.
Pt-5
Newly married (what prison cons call male/male arrangements), 32 yr old former Muslim Amahd lays lazily in bed with 28 yr old Nakia Dawson (his blushing new bride). Having decided to skip breakfast, they lay in bed together, cuddled like newlyweds as they listen to the sounds of prison life around them.
Officially cellmates now (Amahd's original cellmate [Jamal] moved in with another Muslim after Amahd denounced his faith), they hardly ever used the second bed in their cell. Nakia lay his head on Amahd's bearded chest, rubbing his stomach and occasionally stroking his fat dick while they relaxed and waited for lunch.
"Do you regret leaving the Muslims to be with me?" asked Nakia, having thought about it every moment of every minute since it happened.
"No..." said Amahd softly, as he stared up at the ceiling, day dreamingly.
"I hate the idea that you had to lose all of your friends just to be with me." continued Nakia, draping his smooth shaven leg over Amahd's hairy one.
"Then they weren't really friends, were they?" asked Amahd, sorely.
"Its not that cut and dry, Amahd..., homosexuality is against most all religions!"
"I'm not gay!" said Amahd, flatly.
"I know..., but what we're doing is still considered homosexu..."
"I'm NOT gay!" insisted Amahd more firmly, causing Nakia to tense up.
"Then what do you consider this?" he asked, curiously.
"I'm a straight man..., doing whatever he HAS to to stay sane in the hell hole!" explained Amahd.
"Then what does that make me?" asked Nakia, lifting up off Amahd's chest.
"That makes you my woman!" said Amahd, simply.
Nakia blinked back his shock.
"So I'm not a man in your eyes?" he asked, offended. Amahd looked up at him expressionless as Nakia climbed out of bed.
"awww..., where you going, baby? I was comfortable this way!" complained Amahd. Nakia stood in the center of the cell naked, his soft firm ass making Amahd's dick start to grow and lengthen.
"I'm a MAN first and foremost, Amahd! Regardless of what Duke makes me wear or look!" informed Nakia.
"Whatever! Bring that sexy ass back to bed!"
Nakia looked at Amahd, realizing he was arguing to deaf ears. Amahd saw Nakia's nude body, but he didn't see his dick and balls, or his flat chest and adam's apple. What Amahd saw was Nakia's femininity, his soft firm ass, his soft skin, his tender sweet mouth, and his potential to be whatever Amahd envisioned. Nakia realized that Amahd wasn't that different from Duke. Duke didn't see Nakia as a man neither, when he made him wear and dress and turned him into a cock sucking faggot.
Nakia ignored Amahd's request to come back to bed, and walked over to the cell's toilet and began to pee.
"What the fuck'r you doing?" asked Amahd angrily as he sprung up from the bed. Nakia was so shocked by the outburst, that he instantly stopped peeing and spun around. Amahd walked over to him, then pushed him back onto the toilet. "From now on, you SIT DOWN when you pee!"
Pt-6
After breakfast, most inmates head towards the yard for an hour or more of sunlight and fresh air before continuing with their day. But for 34 yr old inmate Davis Wood, he heads off to the Warden's office for his prison job as assistant.
"There he goes..." says one of the inmates sitting at his table. "...going to get his second meal!"
"What do you mean by that?" asked Davis' cellmate, James Derekson (who'd been sitting at the same table).
"You KNOW what I mean!" said the inmate. "You know what the Warden's assistants do for him?" James looked around at the other men seated around him, all looking as if they shared the same thought.
"He runs errands for him!" said James, pretending not to know otherwise.
"Come on man...!" sighed the inmate. "The Warden has people to `run errands' for him! What he doesn't have, is a regular dick sucker since old man Rocky Peterson got paroled!"
"Aww come on..." laughed James. "...you can't believe Davis is in the Warden's office sucking dick all day!"
"Why not?" asked another inmate.
"Cause Davis is straight! He don't roll that way!" insisted James, trying to keep Davis' cover intact.
"He hasn't given you a blow job late at night after lights out?" asked the inmate, curiously. "Not even once?"
"Nope!" lied James, firmly.
"Then you need to have a talk with your boi! Cause he definitely must know a lil sumpthin sumpthin bout dick sucking, or else the Warden would never've taken him in as an assistant!"
Davis walks into the coolness of the prison's Administrative Offices, and is told by the Warden's secretary to "go right in, the Warden's expecting you!" Davis smiles his hello to the older woman, then enters Ellis' office and closes the door while Ellis is on the phone talking business. He motions for Davis to come over, then pushes back from under his desk and leans back in his chair while talking. Davis notices the Warden's pants is open, his soft cock and balls spilling out over his zipper.
Davis maneuvers himself comfortably between the man's legs, then lifts his soft dick up to his mouth and starts sucking. Warden continues talking, while his dick slowly grows in Davis' mouth.
Davis listens to the Warden's conversation, and discerns he must be talking to the Mayor about Tempest Williams' prison escape. The media had been dogging the police for letting such a fugitive escape from custody. They even suspected that Tempest's injuries were probably self or purposely inflicted so he could get out of the Penitentiary and into a less guarded hospital so he could escape. Accusations ran wild as the prison blamed police, who blamed the hospital, who blamed the security guards on duty. Everyone involved that night had either been suspended or fired from their jobs. The media reported that no one knew where Tempest Williams was hiding, and some even speculated that he probably fled the country.
Davis Wood sucked and sucked the Warden's hard appendage as he argued with the man on the other line. With each scream the Warden made into the phone, his dick throbbed that much more in Davis' mouth. Davis did his best to give the man a good blow job. He thought it was kind of cool that he was getting his dick sucked while having a heated discussion via the phone. The other person on line had no idea that he was being sucked off, nor did the people on the other side of the Warden's door. Davis sucked furiously, turned on by the fact that Ellis was talking to powerful people while he blew him. It wasn't long before he heard Ellis gasp sharply, then felt his dick swell and start to flood his mouth with a mass of hot cum.
After Davis was finished eating his `second meal', Ellis motioned for him to have a seat while he recuperated. He'd need another blow job soon, as he was sure to have more arguments to come from reporters.
Pt-7
Back at the Aryan's cell block, 27 yr old ex-police officer Donald Blake walks into his former partner's prison cell, to find Joseph Justine laying on his back, getting his ass pounded hard by a 250 lbs tattooed biker convict.
Blake watched as the biker bent Justine in two, pressing the wiry inmate's knees up to his bare chest and fucking him hard. The springs to his bed could be heard stretching under each thrust the biker made into Justine's bare hole. He grunted and groaned beastly, as Justine merely lay there getting fucked.
Blake sat on the side, waiting for the man to finish. He felt his heart strings being pulled as he saw his closest friend on the Force being fucked like common trash. He wondered how Justine could endure such punishment on a regular basis, then remembered that Snake kept him well drugged at all times to dull his pain and insure his cooperation.
Blake marveled at the punishment Justine's body took on a daily basis. It was a wonder that he wasn't completely paralyzed by the fuckings. Most of the inmates treated him like a dog slut, using him as a fuck hole and not as a human being. Most had issues with him for being an ex-cop, despite never having a run-in with him on the streets. Blake knew he could have easily fell to the same fate, had Gardner and Cooper picked him to sacrifice rather than Justine.
The inmate atop Justine started to grunt louder as he slammed his cock all the way up Justine's worn weathered hole. Blake knew he was cumming inside his friend, and wondered if Justine was even aware?
The bear biker thrust hard, shoving every inch of his pole up the cop's ass. When he was done cumming, he yanked his dick out and spread Justine's legs wide. "Damn..., look at that cop pussy now!" he laughed, watching it gap open obscenely as masses of warm semen spilled from the flabby anal lips to soak into the ruined and smelly mattress. "You want a turn up this cumhole?" he asked, looking over at Blake. Blake said nothing as he watched the man lower Justine's legs, then climb down off the bed and get dressed. Once alone, Blake walked over to sit by Justine on his moist wet bed.
"You awake, buddy?" he asked, looking down at Justine's cum splattered face. Blake went over to the cell's sink and wrung out a rag to wipe off some of the gunk on and around Justine's face. "You look a mess, man. These guys've been going crazy on you, haven't they? When was the last time they bathed you?" he asked, having to wipe hard to clean off some of the dried cum which coated his mouth and cheeks.
"Bruce's found a way for us to get out of here!" he whispered into Justine's ear while he slept. "We found out that old man Sarge had discovered a secret passageway into Valley Forge Park through tunnels dug underground during the turn of the century! We may be getting out of here soon!" laughed Blake. "Tempest Williams isn't the only one able to escape!"
Justine said nothing as Blake wrung out the cummy rag, then rejoined him on the bed. "Remember how we used to hang out and get drunk after work?" recalled Blake, remembering happier times. "Remember the two girls we picked up while on duty? Remember how impressed they were when they discovered we were cops? They even offered to suck our dicks! We got a lot of pussy in uniform, didn't we?" he asked, hoping to receive an answer. Tears filled his eyes when he realized no answer would come. "Everything will be alright, buddy! As soon as Bruce says it's cool, I'm going to take you with me!" he promised.
"You done with him, or what?" asked another horny inmate, standing in the cell doorway nursing a hardon. Blake looked back at him, then got up off the bunk as the man stripped naked and flipped Justine roughly over onto his stomach. "This's how we stick `em on the farm!" informed the hick, aiming his hardon up to Justine's warn round hole, and shoved inside.
Justine didn't even grunt from the entry. His hole merely swallowed up the man's cock up to the balls. The warm walls caressed the man's swollen member as he started to quickly fuck Justine with short hard deliberate thrusts. It was obvious that the man was used to fucking sheep and cattle, as he used Justine like a farm animal. Blake left the room, having seen enough as he returned to his cell in disgust and shame.
It was while returning home that Blake saw the commission going on on the main floor of the block. A group of Aryans had gathered, whispering and discussing something amongst themselves. Shock appeared on most of their faces as word of Sarge's death quickly spread. Snake and Hammer rushed over to Gardner's cell, full of anger and accusations.
"I'm sure you already know..." said Snake, stopping at the cops' cell door. "...someone killed Sarge this morning!"
"That's awful!" said Gardner, watching television on a small screen TV.
"Don't pretend like you give a shit!" said Snake, angrily. "I KNOW you had something to do with this!"
"Sarge had a LOT of enemies!" said Cooper, leaning back in a chair, getting his cock sucked by the bald head Mandingo known as T-Bo! "Getting sent to Solitary Confinement was the kiss of death for him! ANYONE could've gotten to him besides us!"
"Nobody DARED touch Sarge til you fuckers came along!" said Snake, thinking Sarge more as a father figure than an inmate.
"Well..., he's gone now..." said Gardner, matter of fact. "...if you want to continue being an Aryan, you'd better start taking orders by ME! If not..., you're free to try your hand in the system alone. And need I remind you, without the Aryan's backing you, its murder out there!"
Cooper Chuckled as T-Bo continued sucking his dick.
"Fuck you, Copper!" cursed Snake, retreating. Gardner and Cooper merely laughed, as Cooper reached down and started to guide T-Bo's head up and down his dick faster.
"Eat that cock, blackie!" he shouted, joyously. T-Bo choked on the cock as it reached down into the back of his throat. He did his best to accommodate the ex-cop's piece, but Cooper was rather rough, and liked using his cock as a weapon as he cut off the black man's air supply. "You really should celebrate your new leadership with a hot blow job, Bruce..., this nigger cock sucker's pretty damn good at it!" suggested Cooper.
"You're right..." said Gardner thoughtfully, as he watched Snake slither back towards his cell. "...but I'm not interested in some nigger's mouth..., I'm more interested in getting a piece of reptile ass!"
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