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/3 CONTINUM
Pt-1
West Philly, the new resident of former police officer turned prison guard; -Malik Jones. Malik had an extensive history with Precinct-23 before quitting the force for reason of his own (see Precinct-23 in the Jan 1st section of gay/authoritarian section). Now he is a prison guard, residing over 1500 inmates daily.
His alarm clock rings at 6pm (Malik works the swing shift). But before Malik could roll himself out of bed, his roommate Michaels comes home from his day job at the Round House (Police Headquarters, -a holding place for criminals awaiting trail or transport to other prison destinations). Michaels is usually hungry, hot, and horny when he gets home. With Malik sleeping in his bed (for barter while looking for an apt of his own), Michaels usually slips in a quick sex session before Malik gets ready for work. On this particular day, he is lying in bed preparing to get up, when he hears Michaels enter the room and climb on top of him.
"uhh..." groaned Malik, feeling Michaels press his front to his bottom. "...not now, Mike..., I have to get ready for work..."
"I'll be quick." --promised Michaels, licking Malik's inner ear.
Malik could feel Michaels' hardon pressed against his backside through his uniform. Malik pushed his ass back against the groin.
"I don't have time..., I have to run past the gym..." moaned Malik, lifting his head up off the pillow. Michaels reached under Malik's bare chest, pinching his erect nipples. Malik's dick hardoned quickly in his boxers. Michaels breathed his hot breath on Malik's neck while sucking his earlobe. "Mike..., I have to go..."
Michaels felt Malik trying to get up, so he pressed his weight down harder, trying to keep him still. When Malik started to struggle, Michaels reached for his cuffs. He grabbed Malik's wrists, and placed them through the spokes of his head board. "What're you doing?" asked Malik, hearing the cuffs lock.
"I know how you like it..." said Michaels, getting off Malik as he started to slowly undress himself. Malik rolled over in bed, his hands cuffed over head as he looked down from between his arms.
"I don't have time for this, Mike! Un-cuff me!" --insisted Malik.
"Ohh..., bossy, eh? Since when did you MAN-UP and get some balls?" asked Michaels, peeling off his uniform shirt and wife beater.
"I'm serious, Mike..., un-cuff me --now! I have to go to work!" insisted Malik, firmly.
"Not til I'm done." -said Michaels, unbuckling his belt. Malik's eyes zeroed in on the sizable lump in Mike's shorts, as they came down with his pants. The long dark dick hung down between his legs like a snake, semi-hard.
Michaels pulled the sheets off the bed, the proceeded to pull off Malik's boxer shorts. Malik didn't struggle, but did continue to complain as his hardened dick and round ass came into view. Michaels grabbed his ankles, and twisted Malik's legs until he was flipped back onto his stomach, his plump ass facing the ceiling. Michaels grabbed the lube off the night stand beside the bed, then climbed between Malik's spread legs. He poured a generous gob of lubrication into the crack of Malik's ass, and into his hand to massage onto his dick. Malik watched over his shoulder, pulling at the cuffs as he begged for release. Michaels ignored his pleas as he leaned forward, and aimed his dick head between the cheeks. Malik arched his back, raising his ass as Michaels pressed his dick inward.
"uuhhhh...!!" groaned Malik, feeling his asshole stretch to accommodate Michaels' 11 inch python. Michaels pushed in until his long black dick slid snuggly all the way up inside Malik's rectum. Malik felt Michaels' pubic hairs press into his smooth buttock as he ground himself around inside.
"Yeah..., that's what I'm talking about!" --moaned Michaels, loving the way Malik's anus tightened and squeezed around his embedded phallus. He kissed and licked at Malik's nap as he pulled back with his hips. Malik groaned heatedly as Michaels pushed back in to bury his dick. "This is what you like, right Malik? You want a nigga to TAKE what he wants from you, right?" asked Michaels, fucking in and out. Malik groaned, holding back his answer. "You don't want no nice mother fucker..., you want a nigga that'll take your shit, like that convict, -Marvin. He's the type of guy that really makes you dick hard, ain't he?"
"You're out of you mind...!" resisted Malik, biting his bottom lip.
"Am I? I don't see you complaining too much!" insisted Michaels.
"You handcuffed me! What am I supposed to do?" Michaels reached down under Malik's groin, grabbing his hard dick.
"Then why's you dick leaking so much, -eh? You KNOW you like this shit! You like a man taking control of you..., fucking you to his own content!" --surmised Michaels, his hips pumping his dick in and out of Malik's ass steadily.
"No...!" moaned Malik, not wanting to hear the truth. Michaels continued to torment him, even as he continued fucking. Malik pulled against the cuffs, trying to stifle moans as Michaels fucked his bound ass full of hard dick.
Michaels had never fucked another man before, prior to fucking Malik that first time in the Round House (back in Precinct-23 #25). But since then, he's been using Malik ass as his steady source of sexual pleasure. Fucking another guy allowed Michaels the chance to escape women and all their bullshit "craziness" (as he puts it). Men didn't get the mood swings women did, they didn't scream for attention or cry if you forgot something important --like a birthday, and more importantly they didn't get periods, making them crazy and difficult to deal with. Michaels last girlfriend was like a Jackal and Hyde, he never knew what type of mood she'd be in until he got home. Some nights she'd been sweet, waiting for him with dinner cooked and romance in her eyes, -the next night she'd be holding a frying pan, threatening to bash it into his skull if he looked at her cross-eyed. Michaels was relieved when they finally broke up for the last time, and she moved out. The only downside was he had to find himself another steady girl to fuck, one preferably with "no strings", -but his search stopped when he discovered city police officer Malik Jones giving his cop booty up to an inmate in Police Headquarters. He figured by Malik's demeanor that the cop was on the edge (as explained in Precinct-23), but he had no idea he was close to quitting the force to become a prison guard just to be closer to one of the inmates. If Malik was willing to give his butt up to an inmate, Michaels saw no reason why he shouldn't be getting a piece of the cop's pie. The plan paid off when Malik came to stay with Michaels while looking for a place to live. Michaels have been taking advantage of their living arrangement ever since, fucking Malik whenever, however he wanted. Malik gave good head, and was a hot fuck despite the head games about not being gay. Michaels didn't care what Malik considered himself to be, so long as he kept giving up the ass.
Malik couldn't deny the effects a hard dick did to his mind, -all Michaels usually had to do was pull it out of his pants or boxer shorts, and Malik found himself slobbering all over it. He hated himself for not being stronger, for not being able to resist. Michaels knew what made Malik tick, as did the inmate Marvin, -both men treated Malik like total cunt, fucking him despite his protests. He had to admit to an extra added excitement when one of them manually forced him to submit. There was something about the way a strong male figure loomed authority over him that made Malik feel small and insignificant, it made submitting to them sexually all the more raw and exciting, like he had no choice. It also exonerated responsibility from Malik, as he was FORCED to have sex against his will (at least in his eyes).
After fucking Malik for 10 minutes on his stomach (impelling him repeatedly on his stiff dick), Michaels pulled his long rod from the former officer's ass, then grabbed his ankles and flipped him over onto his back. Malik felt like a rag doll as his body twisted against his bound wrists. He looked up at Michaels from between his stretched arms, registering the look of lust in the officer's eyes as he pushed Malik's legs up against Malik's chest, then shoved his dick back up into his bowels.
Malik groaned aloud as Michaels' pube hairs pressed up against his balls, his entire dick lodged deep in his colon. Michaels saw the undeniable glow on Malik's face, the sign that he loved being used and abused like this. Michaels started fucking Malik harder, jamming his dick into Malik's ass with growing force. Malik's dick dripped a steady stream of pre-seed as his body twitched from fucking.
"Look at you..." smiled Michaels, watching Malik's reaction as he held his legs down against his chest. "...look at you laying there, moaning like a bitch while getting your ass fucked royally! You know you love this shit, I don't know why you keep lying!"
"Fuck you, Michaels...!" snarled Malik, panting hard as his body was fucked rough.
"Fuck me? I Doubt it. You're the one that likes getting fuck, baby! You the one stuck on the end of MY dick, squirming like a lil' girl in heat! Your dick's about to burst from the looks of it! If I just blow on it, it'll squirt all over the place!" --teased Michaels. Malik felt Michaels lean over him, angling his body in push-up position before punching his hips up and down, driving his dick through Malik's anal ring like a plunger in a clogged drain. Malik grabbed hold of the bed rails for support, holding back the yips as Michaels plunged him with deep long strokes.
"This what you like, right? You like getting long dicked and fucked hard? Is this how homboi in jail be fucking that ass in his cell? Is this what made you quit the police force?" asked Michaels, fucking harder. Malik tried to ignore the top man's taunts. He closed his eyes as Michaels looked down into his face, their faces only inches apart as Michaels worked his hips up and down like a bouncing diving board. After several long minutes of constant in and out thrusting, he changed positions, turning Malik sideways while pressing one of his legs up against his chest while the other leg rest on the springing bed. In this new position, Malik felt Michaels' dick going deeper, the head stabbing his aching innards. Malik felt the pressure building in his loins, his balls tightened as he neared closer to orgasm.
"Tell me what you want!" --demanded Michaels, wanting to hear Malik beg for dick. When Malik refused to answer, Michaels thrust deeper, causing Malik to yip aloud. "Tell me bitch, or I'll leave you tied up here all night!"
"You think you know me so well...!" said Malik, looking up at Michaels with hatred in his glossy eyes.
"I wanna hear you say it!" --insisted Michaels. "Say it, bitch! Or I'll call over my boiz, and let them take turns on you one at a time!" Malik's dick throbbed at the thought.
"Fuck me..." he mumbled, swallowing his pride as he gave in.
"You can do better than that!" --laughed Michaels, thrusting repeatedly. He leaned forward, grabbing the back of Malik's neck as he raised his head off the pillow. Malik's eyes widened with surprise as Michaels leaned in and pressed his lips against his. This was the first time Michaels showed him affection of any kind, other than fucking and sucking his neck or ear. Malik felt the man's tongue dart into his mouth, smearing saliva all over his lips as he forced his tongue into Malik's mouth at once. Several thrusts later, Malik was spewing semen all over the bed beside him. Michaels heard his extra loud grunts and pants, then felt his asshole spasm around his plunging dick. "Fucked another load right outta you!" he laughed, lifting up off Malik as he grabbed his hips and drove into him with increased speed. Malik tossed his head, groaning loud as his tightening asshole was fucked wildly. "Yea man, you one hot ass bitch! Best fuck I've had in years!" --chanted Michaels, closing his eyes as he threw his head back and groaned...
"ARRRHHHH yyyeeaahhhhh...!!"
Malik felt Michaels' dick hosing his insides as he continued to pump. Both men's dicks throbbed and pulsed as they finished their duel climaxes. Michaels fell forward, falling atop Malik, trying to catch his breath as his dick drained off inside him. After a minute, he reached for the key to the cuffs, and placed it in Malik's hands before withdrawing.
"Here..., you can unlock yourself while I take a shower." -said Michaels. "You could join me if you want..., clean my dick off for me..." he smiled, getting up from the bed.
Malik took a moment to catch his own breath, watching Michaels walk out of the room. Malik unlocked his wrists, then sat up on the edge of the bed. Streaks of his own cum lay across his chest, and his asshole throbbed from the memory of fucking. He looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed; 6-45pm..., no time for the gym now.
Pt-2
PIEDMONT...
42 yr old Bruce Gardner and his friends (former cops --all); Cooper, Blake, and Justine, -walked along the cell block housed by the Aryan Nation Klan. White men with shaved heads followed them through the corridors, looking down at them from the over head catwalks, as they made their way inwards their leader's cell, -a 60 year old lifer named Sarge.
"State your business, pigs..., you're stinking up the place!" said Sarge, seating at a rec table playing cards.
Gardner and his boys stopped just in front of Sarge's table.
"I thought we were talking in private?" asked Gardner, looking around at all the angry tattooed faces staring at them.
"Whatta you think, I'm stupid? THIS is as private as you get!" snared Sarge, throwing out playing card from his hand. "Maybe out on the streets you pigs had the say about what goes on and who does what..., but in here, your asses weigh nothing! Now you state your business, or get the fuck out of my block!"
"We want to join you guys." --stated Gardner, doing as told.
Sarge and his boys laughed out loud, amused.
"What makes you think we want some stinking cops in our group?" asked Sarge.
"We could be a great asset to you." --informed Gardner.
"How?" asked Sarge, curiously.
"We have connections with guards, -as well as outside sources..."
"We already have connections with guards. What, you think we've been here for years just sitting on our thumbs waiting for your ass? What could you possibly offer that we don't already have?"
Gardner looked over at officer Cooper...
"We still have connections with outside officers, -cops we've known for years. They can get anything you want inside the prison, -drugs, money, women, weapons, you name it!" --promised Gardner.
"Big boast." --said Sarge, sitting back in his chair.
"We can deliver." --insisted Gardner.
"You'd better..., or you won't live past the first month!" --promised Sarge.
"You're not thinking of letting them in, are you Sarge?" asked Snake, one of the Aryans guarding the block entrance and was beaten up by Gardner and Copper (last chap).
"Are you questioning me?" asked Sarge, staring up at Snake with red eyes.
"No, Sarge..., but..., how can we trust them?" --reasoned Snake, a 37 yr old biker type with tattoos, piercings, and a stringy pony-tale.
"Cause they hate the niggers and the spics as much as we do!" --informed Sarge. "They HAVE to..." he said, turning back towards the former officers. "...ain't no other group in here for them to join! They NEED us, for protection. Ain't that right, boy?" asked Sarge. He looked Gardner and his men over. He knew of their troubles on the outside, everyone knew by the news reports that they were going to be shipped off to Piedmont. Many of the inmates (particularly the black ones) were waiting for them. No convicts like cops, but the blacks had heard of Gardner's racial profiling and beatings of blacks during routine car stops. Several of the arrestees were in Piedmont now, looking forward to having a reunion with the white officers. Sarge knew it would be hard to keep Gardner and his crew safe (if indeed he intended to). At the moment he didn't know what he wanted. Surely the cops wouldn't last long in "the HOLE", someone would knife them eventually (rather it was the blacks, the Hispanics, or the Aryan boys themselves --were irrelevant). Sarge figured if Gardner and his men get killed, at least HE could benefit from gaining their contacts. "If we were to decide to trust you and let you into our ranks..., what do you plan to do for us, as a show of good faith?"
"Good faith?" asked Cooper.
"Definitely." -answered Sarge. "You're cops. What's to insure us that you're not wearing wires or planning to fuck us over later on?"
"We have an offering..." offered Gardner, much to the surprise of Blake and Justine.
"What might that be?" asked Sarge, curiously.
Gardner pointed towards officer Justine.
"Him!" said Gardner, causing Justine's jaw to drop. "He's yours. A present from us, in good faith. You can do with him as you please."
"Bruce...!" called Justine, looking around nervously.
"What's the deal here, Bruce?" asked Blake, unaware of the plan. Sarge looked Justine over, he could see several of his boys staring at the officer's ass and lips.
"Okay..., deal." --said Sarge, waving to his men. "Take him away..., make sure he's worth it!" Hands grabbed at officer Justine. Justine and Blake fought back, but Gardner and Cooper grabbed the young officer, pulling him from the crowd of men dragging Justine off into one of the nearby cells. Justine could be hear screaming for help. "No one'll come for you, boy! Your ass is ours!" laughed Sarge, turning back to Gardner.
"What now?" asked Gardner, listening to the sounds of Justine's voice fade.
"Go back to your block..., you'll be transferred here into our block in a few days." --said Sarge, dismissing the men. Gardner, Cooper, and Blake left the cell block, -Gardner and Cooper thought they made amazing progress, but Blake felt totally back-sided.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked, grabbing Gardner by the arm after they exited the Aryan block. "You set Justin up, you son of a bitch!" he yelled, punching Gardner in the face. Cooper quickly grabbed Blake by the arms from behind, pinning his arms behind his back. Gardner touched his jaw, checking his lip for blood.
"It was necessary!" insisted Gardner, ordering Cooper to release Blake. "We NEED the Aryans if we're going to survive in here! Justine was the weakest one in our group! He would've folded on us immediately! He had no backbone!"
"He was our FRIEND!" yelled Blake. "You don't turn your back on your friends and desert them!"
"You don't get it, kid! This ain't like banding together to keep a secret from our superiors! This is LIFE and DEATH! We NEED the skinheads, or we'll have every other con in the prison looking to knife us in the back! At least with the Skinheads, we have allies!"
"Allies my ass! They're in there right now killing Justine! Did you hear him screaming in there? He's probably dead!"
"Or wishes he was..." laughed Cooper.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Blake, angrily.
"Means more likely, he's getting his asshole measure by cocks!" teased Cooper. Blake fell silent, thinking of Justine getting fucked. Of all the officers in their clique (Gardner, Valentine, Withmen, and Cooper), Justine was the closest to Blake, -they were close to each other in age. Blake felt like total shit, knowing that they had sacrificed Justine for their own safeties.
"We did what we HAD to do, Blake. Grow up and get used to it! This is prison, not day care!" said Gardner, walking away while holding his throbbing jaw.
"Listen to Gardner, kid..., try not to take it personal." --offered Cooper, unsympathetically.
"Yeah..." agreed Blake, sarcastically. "...until he decides to turn on us!"
Pt-3
Inside the Aryan Block, Justine was stripped of his prison uniform and forced into the shower where he was bent over and fitted with an enema before Gardner and his friends even left the cell block. Water filled his rectum, ballooning his intestines until he felt he would burst like a water balloon. When he couldn't take any more, the water burst from his asshole like a fire plug, the contents washing down the drain as rough fingers jammed into his butt. Justine fought back, trying to keep the mob of skin heads and tattooed bikers from molesting him.
His hair was pulled, his nose punched, and a stiff hard dick shoved in his mouth. Fingers pulled from his asshole, quickly replaced by hard cock. In all the years of being a police officer, following Gardner and his rogue friends in illegal strip searches and forced fucks on roadsides and dark alleys, -this was the first time Joseph Justine was on the receiving end of a hardon.
He screamed when the dick pierced through his tight burning sphincter, the cock in his mouth cutting off all sound as it forced its way down into his throat. Hands twisted his balls, yanking hard at his limp dick while his tortured nipples were pinched, pulled, and twisted until bright red and sore. Justine tried biting the cock in his mouth, but was quickly beaten upon the head and back until he felt nauseous. He was forced to the floor of the shower where he was fucked front and back simultaneously. After the first cock erupted in his no longer virgin anus, another dick quickly moved into place, ramming all the way up into his bowels. The cock in his mouth pulled out and came all over his face. Other cocks took its place, rubbing against his cheeks while his mouth was fucked fiercely.
Justine was forced to recall one of the many times he and his cop buddies force fucked a "pull over" suspect. It was during a routine stop when officer Gardner noticed a black man riding a white woman. Gardner took offense to their union, and physically forced the black guy to accompany him and his then partner (officer Jake Valentine) to a bridge underpass where he called for his cop buddies for back-up. Officers Douglas Whitmen, Alan Cooper, Justine, and Gary Blake all showed up show the motorist the error of his ways. In essence they took turns fucking his mouth and filling it with their cum loads (as seen in chap5 of Precinct-23). Justine thought this experience was an ironic form of "payback" for the bad things he did as an officer. Now he knew how it felt to be fucked against one's will, to have his freedom stripped along with his manhood while his body was invaded by hard cocks.
"BLLLUUURRRRRRRHHHH...!!" choked Justine, throwing up all over the cock down his throat.
"ewww..., the bitch just chucked on me!" complained the cock's owner, pulling back. His hard dick dripping the smelly tannish contents which was once inside Justine's belly. The owner slapped Justine hard across the face, causing his head to spin before jamming his ripe cock back into his mouth. "Clean it off, asshole!!" he ordered, ramming down into his throat. Justine could taste the strong sting of his own vomit as he was forced to swallow the painted cock.
Another dick came in his ass. He felt it jerking inside him as the owner gripped his hips painfully. He punched Justine in the back while he came, yanking his cock free for the next fucker. The next man stepped up and rammed his cock inward, burying his entire cock to the bone. Justine felt his cummy hole stretch to accommodate, the hard penis driving deep into his innards, signifying the beginning of a long session of fucking as more and more white thoroughbreds piled into the shower area, their tattooed cocks hard for something new and tight to stick hard and cum inside.
"He's a cop!" "I fuckin HATE cops!" "Bitch fuck the pig!" "Make him squeal!" "Rape his ass!" --shouted the men as they continued to take turns in his body. Whenever Justine felt the need to resist, they would beat him back into submission. Without his boys to back him, officer Joe Justine was just another convict for the taking, his insides quickly coated with the slimy loads of his attackers.
It was several hours before he was finally released by his captors. Justine staggered his way back to his cell block, oblivious to all the strange looks he got as inmates took note of the cum streaks pealing from Justine's face and wet matted hair. He made his way up to his cell, ignoring Gardner and his puppets as he walked into his cell and simply collapsed on his bed.
"Justine..." -called Blake, feeling extremely guilty as he watched his former friend fall out, cum wet and exhausted. "...I didn't know, man..., Bruce didn't tell me what he was up to..."
"Save it, Blake..." -whispered Justine, not wanting to hear excuses. His throat was raw from drinking piss and cum, his asshole hurt profoundly, and his body ached from all the punches he sustained. He closed his eyes, contemplating his future.
Pt-4
Shift change. Malik walks into the guard's locker room to change from his street clothes into his uniform. With him is third shift workers; 22 yr old -Andrew Roberts, 43 yr old --Carl Peachtree, 29 yr old -Joseph Dobins, 30 yr old --Jerry Cobbs, 35 yr old -Don McGee, 38 yr old -Darrin Daniels, and 49 yr old -Reggie Reinhold. The men all laugh and joke about their day as they fit themselves with their utility belts, flash lights, nightsticks, cuffs, mace, radios, and other items they use to keep order.
Malik listens as most bitch and moan about their wives and/or girlfriends, complaining about their nagging and periods, even about how horny they are from a lack of spousal sex.
"I was telling the new guy -Andrew, about Shaleem Davis..., if you hard up for a blow job, that prisoner sucks a mean tube! And I believe he's been practicing long before he came to the HOLE!" --advised Peachtree (referring to services explained in chap-1).
"You guys must be hard up for pussy, if you taking blow jobs from male inmates!" laughed McGee, between puffs of smoke from his dangling cigarette.
"Laugh all you want..., but most of these prison inmates give better head than any bitch on the street!" -informed Peachtree, having had many blow jobs in the past.
"Ain't that the truth!" --agreed Reinhold, ignoring the pictures of his wife and daughter in his locker as he slammed the metal door shut. "Some of the best head I ever got was from these men! Especially the faggot ones in the gay unit! Some of them even have titties! What more could a guy want?"
"A warm wet pussy to suck and fuck? I don't know, call me crazy!" --chimed Daniels, a newlywed of less than 6 months.
"I'm feeling you on the pussy thing, Daniels!" joked Peachtree. "But it ain't always available when you want it..., convict mouth is!"
"That's why you keep a couple of girls on the side, for when the wife's on the rag and refusing to perform!" --advised Cobbs, a married man of 8 years.
"Still a risk of confusion and pregnancy!" --explained Peachtree. "What happens if the bitch gets too attached, and wants you to leave your wife and kids? What happens if she gets pregnant, and wants to sue you for child support? Then you're gonna WISH you had dumped your load in some inmate's mouth, instead of some bitch's pussy!"
"I'm going through that shit right now!" complained Reinhold. "Fucking girlfriend's threatening to go to my wife and tell her how long we've been fucking! Bitch trying to break up my marriage!"
"All because the dick's good, no doubt!" added Peachtree. "Never underestimate the power of the dick, fellas!"
"Hey, Malik..., what do YOU think about this man?" asked one of the men.
Malik slammed his locker door shut, then headed towards the exit.
"I think you guys need to find something new to talk about!"
Malik left the locker room, for a brief staff meeting with his crew and supervisors. They went over a debriefing of schedule changes, times, and other orders of business before heading off for their rounds.
Malik walked through the recreation area of the block, making sure nothing was going on while looking for someone in particular. Inmates either stared back at him coldly as he walked by, or made some lame attempt to get to know him by speaking. Either way Malik wasn't interested. Moving on, he came across the TV room, inmates were sitting around watching recordings of the latest soap operas. Malik kept moving, not seeing the man there. When he came across the man he was searching for, he found him in the laundry room, his fist prone to beating some poor inmate who did pay for his drug usage.
"What's going on here?" asked Malik, walking in cautiously with his hand resting on his billy-club. Marvin Rollins stopped pounding on the inmate's face, but was still holding his barely conscious body up by his collar when he looked over to see his favorite guard walk up.
"Just showing this punk what happens when he fucks around with the wrong nigga!" informed Marvin.
"Drop him." -ordered Malik, sternly. Marvin released his grip, causing the man to fall hard to the laundry floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Happy now?" he asked, looking Malik over.
"Back up against the wall." --ordered Malik, walking over to the fallen man and bending down to examine him up close. His face was bruised, his lips busted, one of his eyes was swelling shut, but he would live. Marvin stood right beside Malik, his bulging crotch right at the guard's head level. "He's not the only one with swelling problems..." complained Marvin, rubbing his dick bulge. Malik turned his head around, looking directly into the crotch of the man standing beside him. Marvin looked around to see if they were alone, -the laundry room (where prisoners went to do their own personal laundry) had Plexiglas walls, but no one could see pass the machines as officer Malik was on his knees. He watched as the convict unzipped his prison pants, and pulled out his hard dick.
"No here..." said Malik, never taking his eyes off of it.
"C'mon babee, just suck it real quick before somebody comes in! I just wanna feel your mouth before I stick that ass!"
Malik's resistance only lasted a second, as he leaned forward over the body beneath him. He took Marvin's dick head between his lips, and started nursing. Marvin sighed happily as Malik's lips and tongue caressed the head before slowly creeping down the thick shaft. Malik had to stretch his lips wide to take in the convict's dick, Marvin's meat was an astonishing 10 inches, as thick as a beer can. Malik wasn't as used to mouthing the man-meat as much as he was used to taking it up his shit chute. Marvin had stretched Malik's hole enough so that he could accommodate the massive monster without too much discomfort, but it still hurt like a sonovabitch when it first enters.
Malik bobbed his head back and forth, only able to sick a quarter of the big dick protruding the con's prison garb. Marvin watched as Malik worked his lips back and forth, but Marvin's eyes were focusing on the real prize behind Malik, as his ass jetted out with each inward stroke of his head. Marvin couldn't help reached down across Malik's back, and forcing his big strong hand down into his uniform pants. Malik felt the convict wiggle his hand down pass the belt of his waistband and into his underwear, the strong fingers kneading Malik's butt flesh and rubbing up and down his slightly haired crack. Malik moaned around Marvin's dick as he felt a dry finger trying to push inside. Marvin toyed with the hole until the very tip broke through the tight ring. His dick pulsed with anticipation of its new home as his finger slowly popped in and out, the hole suddenly becoming moist and wet with each penetration.
"Pussy's hot..." commented Marvin, feeling the asshole lubricate itself. "...it feels just like real pussy, man..., it's getting wetter and wetter! Damn you one hot bitch!"
Malik didn't know what Marvin was referring to, until he remembered he'd let his roommate fuck him before heading off to work. It must have been Michaels' cum lubricating his asshole as Marvin's finger arched all the way up inside him. Malik gasped around the hard dick in his mouth. "I want some pussy, man! Get up and pull down your pants!"
"Not here..." moaned Malik, feeling his asshole suck Marvin's digit. "It's too risky!"
"Fuck that! I want some ass!" --insisted Marvin, dragging Malik deeper into the laundry room, -back behind the dryers. He pushed Malik up against one of the big spinning dryers, then unbuckled his pants. Malik looked around nervous, keeping an ear out for any noise indicating approaching footsteps. Marvin aligned himself behind him, aiming his massive dick up between Malik's buttock. Malik prepared himself for the painful entry, but wasn't expecting Marvin to fuck him without lubing his dick first.
Marvin shoved his hips forward, burying his swollen dick head in Malik's yawning anus. Malik rose up on his toes, trying to escape the damage as Marvin thrust in and upward to bury his rod.
"Oh fuck! Take it easy...!" insisted Malik, feeling Marvin ease back before ramming forth again. It took 3 thrusts, but Marvin managed to bury his entire wood in Malik's previously cum lined rectum.
Malik held onto the hot dryer door while his asshole spasm around the attacking phallus rammed deeply inside. He was still catching his breath and adjusting to the invasion when Marvin grabbed his small waist, and started fucking. Malik bit his lower lip to stifle some of the painful moans as he was fucked brutally from behind.
Malik knew he was luck to have had Michaels' cum inside him, lubricating his anal walls before Marvin fucked him, or else he's be a bloody mess by now. The big fat inhumanly wide phallus pumped in and out of him, stretching his anal ring wider than anything that's ever gone in or out before.
Marvin had to crouch down somewhat to fuck the shorter Malik while standing up. He bent at the knees, thrusting his hips as his pelvis slapped repeatedly into Malik's brown buttock. His tree trunk thick dick disappeared between the 2 brown globes again and again, the tight ring massaging his dick as it tried to milk every inch of his manhood.
Marvin leaned into Malik, licking at his ear and neck while he fucked him. Marvin usually wasn't one into kissing his subjects, but there was something about the short sexy prison guard that held a soft spot in Marvin's heart. He didn't want to marry the man, but he wanted to keep his dick buried up inside him until he broke the officer's back. He couldn't help but think how refreshing it would be to have Malik for an entire night, to fuck him whenever he wanted, not just when time allowed. The thought kept rolling through Marvin's head while he fucked, causing him to ram Malik harder and deeper, pounding into the firm booty before him with increasing roughness.
Malik always knew he was fucked (and fucked well) when Marvin was finished using him. His asshole always felt 10 times its usual size after an encounter. He'd often have to concentrate to keep his anal muscles tight, in order to keep the massive cum load inside after Marvin had spent time stretching them out of shape. It was difficult walking rounds with a shit load of cum trying to seep out your relaxed hole while you walked. Often Malik would have to adjourn to the mens room, where he'd dump Marvin's load into the toilet after carrying it around for awhile. The white creamy foam would float on top of the surface before being flushed down the pipes. Malik hated losing such a big load to the toilet, but with no real vagina to properly store the liquid, it usually spilled back out during the course of the day.
Malik felt Marvin's dick moving in and out of him. His anal muscles had relaxed, allowing the dick to move easily. Marvin was ramming him hard, driving his dick in all the way up to his big bloated balls. Malik couldn't help gasping aloud as his anus was fucked like pussy, the convict behind him ramming him so consistently that his own dick hardened to full status. Malik reached down to stroke it while he was being fucked relentlessly. It only took a few pumps before he was hosing down the hot dryer before him. As his anus clamped down on Marvin, it sent the convict over the edge, causing him to lose his own load to Malik's intestines. Marvin groaned like a wounded bear as he buried his face in Malik's neck and bit down, his pelvis plastered against Malik's ass while his dick jumped, jerked, and shot off a round of cum like fire works on the Forth Of July.
"Awww fuck, -you gonna kill me yet, cop!" said Marvin, gathering his strength as he slowly pulled his softening dick from its temporary home.
Malik felt instantly empty when the dick fell from him. He tightened his butt cheeks, trying to keep the massive load of semen inside him as he bent forward to pull up his pants. "Still coming by my cell tonight?" asked Marvin, already wanting another session.
"I'll see what I can manage." --offered Malik, making no promises. Marvin tucked his wet dick, then pulled Malik into his muscled arms. Malik tried to resist being man handled, but Marvin was way too strong to fight off physically. He wrapped Malik up, then reached behind him to caress his plump ass through his uniform pants.
"Just think of what I could do to this ass if I get it in bed?" he imagined aloud. Malik imagined it as well, moaning softly as his ass muscles were strongly massaged and manipulated. He could feel some of Marvin's seed escaping the swollen lips of his anus before he finally managed to wrench himself free.
"I'll see what I can do..." promised Malik, wanting it as badly as Marvin did himself. The 2 men straightened themselves up, re-fastening their clothes as they prepared to leave. Malik was shocked to see that the injured inmate had gotten up and left. He hoped the man hadn't seen what was happening to him in back. Marvin didn't seem to notice (or care), as he walked out of the laundry room to go on about his business. His spend dick was already twitching in anticipation of Malik's next visit.