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/31
Pt-1
The Warden; 52 yr old Dennis Ellis takes a rare walk down the basement of the penitentiary where Solitary Confinement is held. His Kenneth Cole's could be heard against the cement floor, walking slowly towards his destination.
He stops in front of the cell of 42 yr old Muslim Muhammad Shaeed. The large metal door is opened, but the Warden is shielded by steel bars still keeping the occupant prisoner. Muhammad is naked (having been stripped of his clothing since his imprisonment in Solitaire). He turns to see the light from the hall shinning into his darkened room. He shields his eyes as he stares up at the silhouette figure standing before him with his arms folded behind his back.
"How long do you plan to keep me here?" asked Muhammad, recognizing the hefty build of the Warden right off.
"As long as it takes!" answered Ellis.
"Takes for what?" asked Muhammad, rising to his feet as his eyes slowly began to focus and his body shivers from the damp coldness of the basement.
"Takes to make you come to your senses!" says Ellis. "Do you think its easy running a prison?" asked Ellis, stepping closer to the entrance. "I have over 1500 prisoners, crammed into a space designed for only 500! My staff is short handed! My guards are short staffed! My state assistance is constantly being cut into! I always have to find ways to make sure each and every one of you have 3 full meals a day! Clothes on your back! Shoes on your feet! And I haven't had a raise in 3 years! Do you really think the outside population cares what happens to you people when you get here? Do you think they care if you sleep 3 to a cell, or 5 to a cell? All they want is the animals and the criminals OFF THE STREETS! So you come here because you fucked up out there, you weren't FIT to live amongst society! THIS is your punishment! Writing letters to new papers and convincing them that there's a story of "unsafe and inhuman living conditions" here, is nothing but a meaningless short story for them on the 20th page of their publication..., NO ONE CARES!"
"So, if no one cares..." snickers Muhammad, his back to the far wall. "...why am I down here, and not in my regular cell?"
"Because you're making MY JOB harder!" answered Ellis. "I can't do my work, answering reporters all day! So this is what you're going to do, IF you want to see the light of day again anytime soon!" offers Ellis. Muhammad pushes his back off the wall, standing on his own two feet. "I'm going to arrange a telephone interview with the reporter you contacted at the Inquire, and you're going to retract your story! Tell her that you were lying about the conditions here at Piedmont Penitentiary, looking for publicity for your upcoming appeal!"
"And if I don't?" asked Muhammad, defiantly.
"If you don't..., I'd get used to not using my eyes for a long, long time!" threatened Ellis.
"You can't keep me down here indefinitely!" yelled Muhammad. "People will know I'm missing! I have family, friends, and contacts on the outside that will be looking to hear from me!!"
"Accidents happen, Muhammad..., no one is immune to them!" smiled Ellis, causing a chill to run up Muhammad's spine. For the first time since being here, he actually felt in real fear.
"I'll NEVER give in to threats, Warden..." he says, standing firmly as his heart beat races.
"We'll see about that!" said Ellis, stepping back from the door. "See you in a week!" he added, just before a guard steps from behind the wall holding a fire hose. He aims it at Muhammad, and turns it on full blast. The force of the cold water pushes Muhammad back against the stone walls as he tries unsuccessfully to keep his breathing passages from being blocked by the force of the spray. They aim the water force to various parts of his body, Muhammad tired blocking the hard water as it beat upon his body parts. For 5 full minutes they bombarded him with intense water. When they finally stop, Muhammad falls out on the floor exhausted and breathless. Water clogs his nostrils, his throat, and his ears. His body achs all over from where the water hit, the feeling is as bad as a physical beating.
Then the door slammed, plunging him once again in totally darkness.
Pt-2
35 yr old Tyrone Ware (last seen in chap-5, pt-1) was rummaging through the cell of 34 yr old Davis Wood, and his cellmate 30 yr old James Derekson, looking for drugs. With a major drug shortage going around the prison (due to Aryan hold out), inmates was really starting to feel the crunch.
When Derekson unfortunately returned, he was startled to find Ware clinching a bag of narcotics found in Derekson's mattress. "What the fuck...??!" yelled Derekson, surprising Ware. The two men began to struggle as Ware pulled a home-made ice pick from his waistband, and stabbed it into Derekson's stomach. James gasped in shock. Ware pulled the pick back, then rammed it in again and again violently. Blood splatters his hand and sleeve as James Derekson falls to the cell floor clinching his gut. Ware walks over to the sink to rinse off the weapon and wash the blood from his hands. He steps over James' body as Derekson gasped for breath.
Pt-3
In the Visitor's Center of the Prison, Romero Rodriguez is escorted in as his wife Lynette sits waiting for him. He can tell by the ugly frown on her beautiful Puerto-rican face, that she is unhappy by rumors she heard from her oldest son Raul.
Romero just discovered Raul's betrayal (telling his mother via the phone of his father's incestuous infidelity behind bars) just before her arrival. He hadn't yet had a chance to discuss the situation with his sons, unaware that they knew of his and David's affair.
Romero (5-8, 40 yrs old, and 170 lbs with a short hairy muscular build) walked over to where his wife sat. She fidgeted nervously, knowing what she was about to ask. She knew her husband wouldn't like hearing the question, and she hazard to hear the truth.
She stood up as he approached, giving him a good look of her tight body in her leopard-skin print mini-skirt, black lace top (with cleavage), high heels, and her long dyed blonde (Farah Fawcett) flipped hair with black roots. Romero's dick hardened the instant he saw her, she could see its bulge easily as he walked up and hugged her closely. Romero pulled her body into him, her breasts pressed up against his chest as his groin molded to her pelvis, --she could specifically feel his dick pressing against her thigh.
"mmm..., you smell sooo gooood!" sniffed Romero, still holding her. Lynette felt her knees grow weak as his massive cock pressed so closely to her mound. Her panties grew moist as memories of their love making filled her head.
When one of the guards circling the room motioned from them to break it up, he reluctantly let her go. Lynette quickly took her seat, needing a moment to compose herself, her eyes stuck on her husband's crotch as he took a seat opposite her. Once his crotch was out of view, she flung back her blonde hair, and focused her eyes on his face.
"It's good to see you, Lynette..., I've missed you so fuckin much!" said Romero, reaching across the table to hold her hands.
"I miss you too, baby..." said Lynette, sincerely. "You said you wouldn't be going back to prison after the last time!"
"I know, baby..., but Rico deserved what he got after what he did to David!" said Romero, referring to the murder of his best friend for molesting his 21 yr old son when he was 15. "No man has a right to put his hands on another man's son..., especially one he considers a friend!"
Lynette looks sadly into her husbands eyes, knowing the pain and anger he felt when he found out Rico was a child molester. But then she recalls her reason for being there...
"Baby..., I've been hearing rumors..." she started, unsure how to bring it up. Romero knew where she was going, and sat there waiting for the punch. "...rumors I'm hoping, PRAYING aren't true!"
"What is it, babe? Spit it out?" said Romero.
"I'd heard rumors that you and Rico..., were having sex with other guys when y'all were incarcerated before..." she said, reading his facial expressions to see where his demeanor might go. "...now I can believe that about Rico, I mean, he was molesting our son..."
"A man can only hold out but so long when he's behind bars, Lynette..." admitted Romero. "it's not pretty, and its not romantic..., but when the need arises, a man needs to feel himself inside another body!"
Lynette pulled her hands back from her husband in shock.
"You've fucked other men?" she asked aloud, forgetting her volume.
"I have!" said Romero. "And don't look at me like I'm disgusting, remember, all 3 of our sons are locked up in here too, and I can assure, every ONE OF THEM has been with another man sexually! It's human nature!"
"Human nature?" laughed Lynette, nervously. "How can fuckin another man be human nature for someone who's supposed to be straight? You ARE straight, aren't you Romero?"
Romero jumped from his seat, ready to reach across the table for his wife for questioning his manhood after all these years of marriage. But he caught himself, remembering where he was. Lynette's widened eyes returned to normal as he eased his ass back down into the chair.
"How DARE you question my manhood, woman?" asked Romero, fire forming in his eyes. "After ALL the years we've been together fuckin in the same bed..."
"It's not the fuckin in our bed I'm worried about!" said Lynette, defiant. Romero balled his fist, his large knuckles having seen many fights in his life. Lynette knew he was bound to stay in his seat, or be punished by the guards and put into some sort of confinement or something, so she wasn't too worried about his anger problems.
She stared at her virile husband through new eyes. Never in a million years would she have thought him capable of butt fucking another man. Those acts were left to men with less manly genes then him. She always saw him as the ultimate male; strong, capable, diligent, resourceful. She recalled see her husband fend off and beat up 3 muggers once while they were on a night on the town. Romero was weaponless, yet he managed to beat down 2 men with guns and put one in the hospital.
"It has nothing to do with homosexuality or being gay!" continued Romero, trying to make her understand. "Most of the men here are straight..., but when you have a stretch of 5 yrs, 10 yrs, 20, 30, 40 yrs without hope of feeling a woman..., you take what you can when you can take it!"
Lynette said nothing, as her husband's words sank into her head. Somehow, it made sense, --though she didn't want to admit it. You can't expect people to go indefinitely without human companionship without them seeking it elsewhere. Luckily the prisons didn't allow pets!
"That's not the only rumor I heard..." continued Lynette, taking a deep breath. "...I also heard that you may have been..., fuckin our youngest son David...?" she asked/accused. When Romero didn't immediately deny it, Lynette started to panic. "ARE you??" she asked, sensing the worse.
"Calm down, Lynette." said Romero, watching the guards watch them. "Yes..., I'm having relations with David...but its for his own good!" he stated, causing Lynette to scream in an uproar. She started calling him names, outing him as a rapist in front of everyone. When Romero grabbed her, she screamed louder, causing guards to run over. Romero was quickly and roughly restrained, as Lynette was pulled aside and questioned.
Romero yelled out to his wife to let him explain. Guards asked her if she wanted to continue with her visit, or leave. She thought about it long and hard after regaining her wits, and agreed to hear him our. Romero was let go, and reseated as Lynette resumed her seat opposite him. He could see the destine on her face. She was angry, and he knew he had only one chance to make her understand.
"Go on..." she said, after the guard cautiously walked away. "...explain why fuckin our son is for his own good!"
Romero looked into her mascara running eyes...
"David's gay...he probably has been all his life, its no one's fault, it's just what he is." started Romero. "Out on the streets he would have problems being taken seriously. People might ridicule him, make life hard for him..., but here in prison, he's SURE to be raped and become someone's or some group's bitch! Taking David under my own wing saves him of being victimized by population! Under my wing, NO ONE will come after him, knowing the consequences if they do!"
"And you can only make this guarantee as David's lover, and not his father?" asked Lynette, not totally buying it. "You have to be physically fuckin him to insure he doesn't get raped by other inmates because YOU're doing it??"
"I could guarantee this as his father, but there's still the issue of human nature! Not just for me, but for David too!" said Romero.
"I don't understand." said Lynette, confused. "What do you mean?"
"David's gay! Inmates rape straight guys in here all the time, can you imagine what they'd do to someone like David? If I'm not sexually satisfying David's need for sex, he'll inevitably go looking for it from someone else, making himself more assessable to rapes, beatings, gang bangs, diseases...! I'm helping to keep him safe in here!"
"And what about Carlos and Raul? Are you keeping them safe in here as well?" asked Lynette, sarcastically asking if he's fucking them too.
"Carlos and Raul can take care of themselves! And believe me, they both have boys they use in the same manner I use David!" explained Romero. "Did Raul tell you that when he called to dime on me? Did he introduce you to his lover Alex?"
"This's too much for me! I can't take all of this right now!" snapped Lynette, jumping up from her seat as she rushed towards the door. Romero ran after her, as the guards stood close by incase they were needed.
"Lynette..!" called Romero, grabbing her by the arm. She spun around, more tears streaking her face. "Just remember we love you! I love you, Ra loves you, Carlos loves you, and David loves you...this has absolutely nothing to do with you or how we feel about each other as a family! But prison has a way of doing things to people, things you'd never ever think of doing on the outside! Just know I'm doing everything in my power to keep our boiz alive and healthy! When they come back home to you, they'll come home whole and intact, --not in body bags!"
Lynette stepped in and kissed her husband on the lips, sobbing softly as she finally realized what he meant.
"Just make sure they're all safe, Romero...that's all I ask!" she said, before turning and walking away.
Pt-4
Walking through the Yard, Abdul Shabott took this time to reflect as he wondered and worried about his cellmate and partner –Muhammad. No one knew anything about him nor his whereabouts. Whenever he asked any of the guards, none seemed to have any information. Abdul was starting to worry the worse. Could Ellis somehow have killed Muhammad in cold blood and discarded the body without a single soul saying anything on his behalf? Was Ellis that ruthless? He knew Ellis and Muhammad had bumped heads on occasions, but he never thought it would come to murder.
Of course Abdul couldn't prove it was murder, but what else could it be? Muhammad would never have stayed away this long without telling or discussing it with him (if he were able).
While walking, Abdul came across a small rally in the Yard held by the newly confessed Muslim leader Rashad and his followers. Rashad was trying to recruit more young men into Islam, promising unity and union for a strong front as an incentive (the same incentive Muhammad used to use).
Abdul listened briefly as Rashad mimicked many of the speeches he'd heard Muhammad make over the years, calling for the younger inmates to form together and believe in something beyond their criminal focus and revenge. Abdul caught Rashad's eyes as he walked along the back of the crowd. Rashad smirked, winking openly in Abdul's direction. Abdul felt his skin crawl as he thought of how Rashad stole Muhammad's position without even demanding to know what happened to him. For all Abdul knew, Rashad could have had something to do with Muhammad's disappearance? Overcome with anger, Abdul left the rally, heading back towards his cell to be alone with his thoughts and fears.
Pt-5
Genuwine was playing basketball with a group of associates he wasn't too familiar with. Since coming to Piedmont, he'd been lucky enough to be a member of Duke's jail-house gang of drug dealers and gang bangers. Now, without their backing, he was forced to mingle with the rest of the population as a mere inmate, losing all the perks he once had.
During the ball game, Genuwine found himself being on the brunt end of many elbows and fouls. Several times fights nearly broke out, as players seemed to have targeted him as the official punching bag. When Genuwine had had enough, he walked off the court with too many bumps and bruises.
On his way back to his cell, he was confronted by 2 of the guys who were rough-housing him during the game. They were 2 guys Genuwine knew as `upcoming' bad boiz in a new group of black men forming in the bowels of the prison. Genuwine knew they were ruthless killers, looking to start names for themselves. When they stopped him, he knew he was in trouble.
"Look fellas...I'm not looking to get into anything..." he said, throwing his hands up defensively. The two guys laughed at him.
"Yo, check out dis muh'phucker man...can you believe dis nicca, yo?" asked one of the guys, a tall, dark, scary looking Blackman most people would cross the street on rather than risk walking by.
"Naw man...I heard he used to be onea Duke's boiz..." said the other.
"Him??" asked number-one, looking Genuwine up and down. "What Duke need with dis punk ass muh'phucker? They needed some girl puzy or sumthin?" he laughed, before unexpectedly punching Genuwine in the gut.
Genuwine doubled over, clinching his stomach as he discreetly reached down into the leg of his pants and pulled a shank. "I'm gonna make dis nicca suck muh dick!" said the bigger man, grabbing Genuwine's collar. "And aft'a you finish suckin muh dick, I'mma make you suck muh bulz dick too! What you think bout dat, bitch?!"
"I'll suck your dick, man..." said Genuwine, gripping his knife tightly. "...as soon as you pick it up off the floor!" he added, quickly stabbing him in the inner thigh (but aiming for his dick and balls).
"AARRRHHHHHHH!!!" screamed the inmate, punching Genuwine in the back of the head.
Genuwine shoved the man back into the wall, twisting the knife in deeper.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he yelled, turning around to face the other opponent. When dude came in to swing, Genuwine kicked him hard in the nuts, causing him to crumble to his knees like an imploding building. Genuwine returned back to the first guy, yanking his shank from his thigh. Genuwine knew if he didn't kill these guys, they'd just catch him again and do worse to him later. Genuwine placed the shank up to the man's throat, and prepared to press it into his jugular, when the man started to beg for his life.
"NO! NO dawg! We wasn't gonna kill you! Duke just wanted us to scare you!"
"What?" asked Genuwine, pulling the knife back.
"Duke man! He wanted us to scare you! Rough you up..., said maybe we could get some booty out of it!" said the guy (no more than 18), holding his bleeding thigh.
"Why would Duke do that?" asked Genuwine, doubting it was true.
"I dunno, man! Maybe you did something to him? Maybe he wanted you to came crawling back to him? I dunno!!"
Genuwine stood up, realizing he'd been set-up. These guys weren't nothing but goons of Duke's, hired help he picked to do his dirty work. He had nothing to fear from them. He turned away, tucking his knife back into his pant leg as he continued on his way down the corridor. But instead of going to his cell, he went in search for Marvin Rollins.
"Yo man!" he called, spotting him lifting weights in the weights room.
"What happened to you?" asked Marvin, doing a set of 50 reps with 200 lbs weights. "You look like shit, man!"
"Forget that! What we gonna do about Duke?" he asked, eagerly. Marvin set down his weights, pulling Genuwine away into a corner.
"Lower your fuckin voice!" he said, looking around. "You know Duke's got ears everywhere!"
"When we gonna overthrow this nigga? He's getting too fuckin outta line!" said Genuwine, --MADD as hell.
"What happened, dude?" asked Marvin, wondering what started a fire under Gen's ass?
"He hired 2 drugged out muthafuckers to come after me! They just tried to..., I don't know what they fuck they was gonna do to me...RAPE me or something! I hadda stab their asses!"
Marvin held back a chuckle, unable to picture Genuwine getting ass fucked by crack heads.
"When or whatever we do...we have to plan it out man! We can't come half-assed, or we'll get our own asses busted big-time!" warned Marvin.
"I hear you, man! I'm down for whatever you got in mind!"
Pt-6
In Duke's jail cell, 40 yr old Duke Daniels was stands guard while 21 yr old Shaleem Davis (one of his new Prison-Girls) is getting banged by one of Duke's clients. The man (a 29 yr old gang banger [gang member] with half a dozen murders under his belt), was fucking Shaleem with total disregard.
Shaleem lay in his back dressed demeaning in women's stockings, garter belt, and bra, getting his anus fucked royally as the man only known as Dre fucks him frantically with his thick long appendage.
Shaleem was (unwillingly) abducted into Duke's "girl" group, after months of being forced to service his prison cellmates (Killer-Pete and Wyome). Duke had heard about Shaleem's increasingly good abilities whenever Pete and Wyome started bragging about the prison pussy they were fucking every night. Shaleem had been incarcerated after accidentally killing his 1 yr old daughter while high on drugs. The penal system wasn't sympathetic to the fact that he'd just lost his daughter, they sentenced him to the maximum 10 yrs for his crime, --overlooking the more important need of rehabilitation. As a result, Shaleem's none "street" demeanor and dependence on narcotics, made him an easy target for the men looking to turn him into a victim.
It didn't take long before Shaleem was being held down against his will, a hard dick being forcibly shoved up his unexpected backside. Shaleem screamed for the guard's assistance, but quickly learned that the nightshift rarely gets involved unless someone is unconscious, bleeding profusely, and near death. After the first inmate finished using him (leaving his sore hole leaking the remains of his attack), the second one climbed on to take over. Shaleem was fucked on total 4 times that first time. His cellmates fell asleep content and well drained, while Shaleem lay crumbled and shaking with fear on the floor, his asshole bursting with their reproductive sludge.
Now he lay under another inmate, one he'd never seen before, but whose reputation as well known about the blocks. Shaleem stared up into the killer's angry facial expressions as he fucked him raw, slamming his dick in and out of him without regard or emotion (other than lust). He pounded into Shaleem as if angry at the world, taking out his full aggression on Shaleem's poor body. Shaleem was grateful for Duke's presence, as some of these inmates seemed more prone to violence than sex.
When Dre grabbed Shaleem by the neck with his bare hand and started squeezing, Shaleem thought Duke would intervene, but was shocked when he allowed it. Dre's hand squeezed tighter the harder he fucked, ramming his dick through him non-stop. When Shaleem felt his air supply cut off, he grabbed at Dre's hand and tried to pry it off. Dre went ballistic and began beating Shaleem about the face, punching him 5 times before his dick exploded in Shaleem's ass. Shaleem was barely conscious with a bloody nose when Dre finally pulled out, tossing Duke a pack of cigarettes as he strolled out of the cell his big dick swinging dead outside his prison pants.
"Damn...he really did some damage..." said Duke leaning in over the bed, shoving 3 of his meaty fingers up Shaleem's anus. "...to that asshole!" he added, snickering loudly as the next `John' came in as scheduled.
"He conscious?" asked the guy, taking off his clothes.
"Does it matter?" asked Duke.
"Not to me!" said the guy, climbing on the bed...
Pt-7
19 yr old Emmett Greene and 32 yr old Rayomd Sherman (Amahd) were lead by 43 yr old prison officer --Carl Peachtree, into the Guard's Private Sleeping Quarters in the unpopulated section of the prison. Emmett was promised to Peachtree by Duke as a freebee of sorts for favors rendered, and Peachtree decided to make a party out of it with his partners –49 yr old Reggie Reinhold, and their newest `badboy' recruit, --38 yr old (newlywed) Darrin Daniels.
Daniels was going through some marital problems with his new wife, --mistakenly he chose officers Peachtree and Reinhold to confide in. They convinced Darrin to join them in tricking rookie new-comer Andrew Roberts into believing all new prison guards had to go through an anal gang-bang for initiation, in order to truly be accepted by their co-workers. Andrew (eager to fit in and be one of the boys) agreed, and allowed them to fuck his mouth and ass willingly (chap-28, pt-1).
Emmett was shocked to see 2 more prison guards waiting for him, he was under the impression that only Peachtree was getting serviced. "What...?" he asked, stopping at the door when he saw the extra officers, thinking it might be a lynching.
"Get in there, whore!" said Peachtree, pushing Emmett forth, leaving Raymond outside in the hall. Emmett stumbled forward, nearly tripping in his heels and boa.
"Officer Daniels is having marital troubles..." announced Reinhold, his uniform shirt open as he seemed a bit intoxicated. "...come in here and make him forget his troubles!"
"Naw...naw...I'm okay fellas!" said Darrin, surprised by the unexpected present (he too was intoxicated).
"Oh this bitch don't mind! Right bitch?" asked Peachtree, pushing Emmett further. "Unless you want us to get you officer Andrews again...?" asked Peachtree as an after thought.
Darrin laughed (drunkenly), recalling how they made him help trick Andrews into thinking getting fucked was an initiation.
"No...No, I'm kewl!" laughed Darrin.
"Well, you need something to take your mind off that nagging and complaining you're going home to!" said Reinhold, as their shift had ended and they were off the clock. "And I can't think of nothing better than some high choice grade-A prison pussy!!"
"Here-here!!" agreed Peachtree, causing Darrin to laugh uncontrollably.
"No fellas, really..., I'll leave the `fudge-packing' to YOU guys!" chuckled Darrin.
Peachtree reached down in-between Darrin's legs, grabbing a hefty handful of his crotch. Darrin sobered up quickly as the fingers began to massage his soft manhood into something hard.
"You can't tell me you didn't like shoving this thing up Andrew's ass!" said Peachtree, seriously. "I saw how hard you pounded his ass..., how deeply you fucked him, and how hard you came when you did!"
"So..?" said Darrin, shoving Peachtree's hand from his crotch as he stood up and stumbled sideways. "That don't mean I want to go around butt fucking convicts like YOU guys do!" protested Darrin.
"No?" asked Peachtree. "Where else can you shove your fat dick up a guy's ass and fuck him anyway you want to without him being able to bitch or complain? What woman's gonna let you ram her asshole? Your wife?"
"Hell no!" sighed Darrin. "She'd rather see me castrated than to let me fuck her in the ass!"
"So would my wife!" said Peachtree.
"My wife's asshole's as big as a house..." said Reinhold, missing the point. "...but that's after 20 yrs of plunging it weekly, now I fuck the inmates to feel something tight every once in a while!" he laughed.
"Whatever, I'm trying to make a point, here!" sighed Peachtree, turning towards Emmett, who stood silently in the corner hoping to disappear. Peachtree grabbed him by the arm and roughly shoved him to the floor. "Look at this bitch..." he told Darrin. "...she ain't gonna refuse your big dick if you shove it in her ass!" he said, as Darrin looked down at the half dressed male-hooker. Emmett could see a definite bulge in Darrin's pants as he contemplated Peachtree's words.
Giving into lust and alcohol, Darrin stepped forth, pulling out his hardon. Emmett knew his place, and didn't try to stop it when Darrin presented it and pushed it between his painted lips.
"See..." smiled Peachtree, satisfied to have pulled Daniels deeper into their clique. "...every whore knows her place!"
Emmett said nothing about the insults being thrown his way. It was hard, having come from the heart of the hood where he had to fight for respect everyday. Unfortunately in prison, none of that means anything unless you have someone to watch your back.
Emmett was bitched from his first day in prison, taking in a prison shower and raped by convicts against his will (chap-1, pt-2). From that moment on, he was known as "pussy". No way would he be able to hold his head up high, even after his release. Surely word had already gotten around his West Philly neighborhood that he was turning up ass in prison. His life and reputation was ruined. All he had left was survival, and to do that, he had to do whatever bidding his Master Duke Daniels told him to!
Emmett sucked down Darrin's dick as he was taught by the various inmates that had fucked his mouth since his arrival to Piedmont. Darrin watched in awe as his dick was sucked and swallowed expertly down to the root, his entire 8 inch shaft completely lodged down the convict's clinching throat.
Peachtree reached down and roughly shoved 2 big meaty fingers up Emmett's greased hole. The pussy was well lubed, probably already clogged with cum –he thinks. He stands up and pulls his 8 and 1/2 inch erection free from his uniform. He yanks Emmett's mouth off of Darrin's dick, and shoved it onto his own. Darrin watches as Peachtree pulls Emmett into doggy position. Darrin stands there watching for a few minutes, envious as Peachtree's dick is swallowed up by the convict/hooker. Envious until he realizes in this new position, the convict's ass is available for fucking.
Darrin falls to his knees behind Emmett's ass, his hard dick eager to be crammed into the convict's tight hole. He clumsily aims his dick up to the greased cave, and shoves. His dick sinks into easily, the path well dug by the inmates who'd cum before him.
Emmett felt his body being invaded at both ends. Peachtree trying purposely to choke him on his 8 and 1/2 inch dong, but unable to as Emmett had to learn early on how to deep throat or choke to death by the inconsiderate inmates who'd used him first. His asshole feels officer Darrin's 8 inch dick moving back and forth, but Emmett is not in pain, as he was once pounded nightly by Marvin Rollins' 10 inch Amazon dick. Never a fan of Marvin's intense poundings, he is now grateful for them as they were a major part at helping to open his ass up for all the dicks to come.
Darrin thrust back and forth into Emmett's ass, his hips sending his dick deep 8 inches into the man's rectum. Emmett's innards was so slick and wet that Darrin's dick felt like it was sliding through a tube of warm pudding. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked his wife like this, --just feeling her wrapped around his dick without arguing and fighting. He humped harder, ramming his dick deeper into the well until he felt his balls tighten. Seconds later he yelled aloud and was shooting his semen well deep inside Emmett's ass.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming, man! I'm...!! AAHHHHH!!" groaned Darrin.
After pulling his dick free, Reinhold took his place, pulling Emmett up until he was bending over Peachtree (who was now sitting on one of the beds), sucking his dick like a champion vacuum. Reinhold aimed his thick fat 9 inch dick up to Emmett's hole, and thrust all the way in with one shove, --Emmett grunted, but took the officer's cock like the champion whore he'd become. Reinhold churned his meaty manhood around in the whore's hole, feeling the many loads coating his man-piece before pulling back to see the drippings dribble down off his fat shinny shaft. Then he rammed forward again, re-burying his manhood into the deep dark man-cave on everyone's hit list.
Peachtree had a hold of Emmett's head, pumping it up and down by force as he fed the dick sucker's throat every inch he had to offer. "Yeah you nasty bitch...work them pretty lips up and down my dick!" he encouraged, holding Emmett's face into his groin to churn his dick down into his contracting throat muscles.
If Emmett learned anything during his stay in prison, it was how to get a man off. He held onto Peachtree's waist and fucked his own mouth up and down that shinny shaft, rotating his ass and tightening his fuck-hole around Reinhold's meat as Duke taught him. Soon he had both men groaning like teenagers, their throbbing dicks threatening to loose their loads much quicker than they anticipated.
Peachtree was the first too blow, his dick had been getting sucked for 30 minutes straight before his balls were ready to part with its cargo. Emmett knew by the way Peachtree's dick thickened in his mouth, that he was about to lose it. A few second's later Peachtree was holding his head all the way down on his dick, his MAN jumping and spitting load after thick heavy load of middle-aged ball juice straight down into his throat.
Emmett accepted the nectar, used to men cumming (and pissing) down his gullet in the last 5 months. Reinhold was still pumping into his ass when he started to milk the dick with his sphincter muscles. Reinhold went crazy, thrusting his dick through the man's body like a battering ram. In moments he too was cumming geysers of sperm deep into Emmett's depths.
All 3 officers lay back on individual beds, their dicks laid out in various states of rest as Emmett climbed back up to his high heeled feet and adjusted his outfit. "You done yet?" asked Raymond (Amahd), peering his head in from the hall.
Emmett looked around at the exhausted officers who all could only groan in drunken, sleepy, non-legible grunts.
"I guess so!" said Emmett smiling and he turned and walked out with Raymond.
"Good..., cuz Duke has another `John' for you!" he said, leading them towards the guard's post.
______ DOGG