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/34 PRIVATE PARTY
Pt-1
Drugs had never been hard to find in Piedmont Penitentiary, even some of the guards are known to sell them from time to time. But when the Aryans decided to stop sending their flow of narcotics to the other cell blocks, it put a major dent in the availability, leaving some inmates to find other methods in which to get high.
Some inmates resort to sexual favors, while other resorted to physically assaults, stealing stashes that belonged to someone else. As a result of the shortage, the basic price of drugs went up, going from one pack of cigarettes to two or three (the usual equivalent of money behind bars).
For inmate Tyrone Ware, he resulted to murdering fellow inmate James Derekson (chap-31, pt-2), looking for drugs. He found what he was looking for, but unfortunately for James, he didn't.
As a favor for Davis Wood (James' cellmate and night-time lover [as well as Warden Dennis Ellis' personal prison `assistant] ), Ellis had officers find James' killer, then had him dumped into The HOLE for 6 months. Tyrone (convicted of beating his Postal boss to death for firing him) went out fighting, he was beaten and subdued before being dragged down to The HOLE barely conscious.
Davis Wood felt some relief that James' killer would suffer for what he did. James was a good man with a fiancé on the outside waiting to marry him. Davis had feelings for James too, feeling he never allowed himself to admit, or speak of. There's no way you could suck a man's dick nightly and swallow his cum, without gaining some kind of emotional attachment to him. Davis just regretted not speaking up before it was too late. Now James was gone, and another inmate was assigned to his bed. A two time loser on his third trip to prison. Davis wasn't sure how he felt about the guy, as they had yet to officially talk, but he hoped against hope that he would be at least half the man James was in reality.
Pt-2
Aryan member Ricky McDoogle did as he agreed to do, and went looking for Muslim inmate Muhammad Saheed's cellmate Abdul Shabott. He found him in the dinner line, waiting with his tray as the prison kitchen staff filled up their trays with food portions. When Abdul walked up, McDoogle (the former `messenger' for Sarge [killed in chap-23, pts-4 & 7] ), gave Abdul a "special" sandwich. Abdul looked at the Aryan with discontent when he secretly mouthed the words "message in a bottle", misinterpreting it to mean something racial as he cursed him and made his way to his seat.
It wasn't until Abdul was well into his dinner meal, that he realized there was a slit of paper between the meat and bread. He pulled it out discreetly, then peeled it open under the table. The writing was tiny, but he could just make it out. It read that Muhammad was alive and in Solitary Confinement, and needed help! Abdul felt a rush of adrenaline flood his veins as he fidget in his seat. He couldn't believe Muhammad was still alive, and still in Piedmont right under his nose. He had begun to think the worse, or that the Warden had somehow transferred him elsewhere.
At first break Abdul went to the last person expecting to hear from him.
32 yr old Former Muslim Raymond Sherman (Amahd) is playing `house' with his cellmate and "woman", --28 yr old Nakia Davis. Davis (saved from his slavery as one of Duke's male prison hookers [chap-21, pt-1] ) and he are sitting back on their bunk, looking at a movie on Ray's portable DVD Player (one of the many perks of working for a drug king) when Abdul arrives.
"Amahd..." he calls, standing respectfully outside the cell door.
"Who the fu...!" responds Raymond, not too happy to have his moment of serenity with his "woman" disturbed. He jumps up from the bed, ready to curse out whoever's come calling at his door unexpectedly. When he notices brother Abdul..., his anger cools (some). "YO..., Abdul! What you doing here man? I ain't seen you in nearly a month of Sundays!" he asks, adjusting his shorts to hide the hardon he always gets while relaxing back with his mate.
"I was, uh..." Abdul's eyes fell to Ray's shorts, and the hard lump hiding underneath. "...if I'm disturbing you, I could come back some other time...?" he offers, noticing the intimacy he and his cellmate were sharing.
"Naw...naw my burtha, it's okay..., come in!" said Raymond, offering Abdul a seat.
Abdul walked into the cell, not having seen it since Amahd's denouncement from Islam.
"You've changed a few things..." he said, noticing the absence of Quran scriptures and religious icons, --replaced with expensive electronics (no doubt gifts from Amahd's new employer Duke).
"Yeah, well..., once a man looses his religion, he has to turn to something!" responded Raymond. Abdul couldn't help feeling as though that was a cheap shot meant towards he and Muhammad. Ray took a seat opposite Abdul, then looked over to Nakia who was still lying on the bed watching TV in her nightgown. "Hey woman...!!" yelled Raymond, causing Nakia to jump. "...what I tell you about lying around when other men'r present? Cover up and offer our guest something to drunk!" he ordered, as Nakia did as told without any backtalk or protest.
Raymond turned back to Abdul..., "What can I do for you brutha?" he asked, then added..., "Oh, and by the way..., my name's Raymond now, NOT Amahd!"
"Oh! Oh yeah, right! Sorry!" said Abdul, obviously nervous about being there. "I guess you heard about what's happened to Muhammad?" he asked, needing someone to talk to.
"Yeah..." said Raymond, stoically. "...we had our differences of opinion..., but I wouldn't have wished anything BAD on him!"
"The council refuses to look for him..., or even inquire where he is!" said Abdul, feeling down over having loss his mentor and lover, his faith, and his belief in Islam. He was most disappointed that his fellow Muslim brethren had refused to even show concern for their former leader, treating Muhammad as a leper. "Rashad's taken over, but I don't think it's for the right reasons! And people're following him! As if he's the great Messiah himself or something!"
"Rashad always wanted Muhammad's position! He knew I was a big supporter of Muhammad's, that's why he pushed the council to pressure him to kick me out! He knew I knew what he was up to..., and he didn't want me whispering in Muhammad's ear! I wouldn't be surprised if he had anything to do with Muhammad's disappearance himself!"
"About that..." said Abdul, reaching into his pocket. "...I just got this message tonight! Seems Muhammad's being held in The Hole, which I don't get! The Hole's usually reserved for prisoners who are unruly or excessively violent! Muhammad's done nothing wrong? He doesn't deserve to be there!"
"Who's to say who judges what's unruly? This's Ellis' backyard, it's HIS rules we live by, --if he decides Muhammad's being unruly by holding rallies and writing reporters about the conditions in the prison, then it's his right to throw him the The HOLE if he wants to!"
"But that's not fair!" said Abdul, thinking of Muhammad in the dark all alone.
"This's prison, Abdul..., nothing's fair here!" just then, Nakia hands Abdul something cold to drink. Abdul looks down at the cold can...
"Soda?" he smiles, popping the cap. "How'd you get soda in here?"
"Duke and the Cartel smuggles in all kinds of things if you can afford it..., or work for them. I'm trying to get my hands on some beer!"
"Now that would be awesome!" laughs Abdul, elated that he finally knows where Muhammad is as he turns the can up to his lips. The taste of grape soda crosses his taste-buds and pours down his dry throat to quench his thrust. "ahh..." sighs Abdul, smacking his lips as he savors the flavor. "This is probably the best tasting soda I've EVER had!" he laughs.
"Have you tried going over to Ellis' office? Have you asked him what's happened to Muhammad and demanded to see him?" asked Raymond, continuing where he left off.
"I already tried going to Ellis' office..., he didn't even bother to see me! And I sat there all day!" complained Abdul.
"You don't take lone soldier to a war, Abdul..., you bring an ARMY!" explained Raymond.
"I went to the council too..."
"If you want to get Muhammad out of The HOLE, going to the council won't help..., but Muhammad's helped A LOT of bruthas in this prison over the years to read, to write, with legal advise, family support, helping them become better men..., --he has support, you just need to rally the right people! Have them storm Ellis' offices and demand to free Muhammad or threaten to go to reporters and have his Solitary imprisonment for speaking out reported! That would get Ellis' attention! Trust me..., Ellis understands hardball, he's from North Philly!"
"Would you help me gather up people to storm Ellis' office?" asked Abdul, sensing the task a big one.
"This's YOUR fight, Abdul..., Muhammad's YOUR lover..."
"He's not my..." before Abdul could finish, he could tell by Raymond's facial expression that he knew he was lying, even before he said it. Abdul blushed, lowering his head shamefully. He'd never admitted to anyone else that he and Muhammad were lovers. He glanced over at Raymond's `woman', who stood riveted. "Okay...okay, we're lovers! There, I said it!"
"How does that feel?" asked Raymond, smiling as Abdul's face enlightened.
"It feels good to tell the truth..., to get it off my chest!" admitted Abdul, feeling better. He and Muhammad had lived under the vail of secrecy for so long, that lying about their love affair had become second nature. But there comes a point in everyone's life when the light must shine, and the truth must come out. Abdul was at that point.
"I'll tell you what, Abdul..." considered Raymond. "...for ole time's sake, I'll help you rally a group of guys willing to storm the offices, but I can't get involved, --Duke wouldn't want me dealing with the Muslims again, especially Muhammad!"
"Thanks Amah..., Raymond...I appreciate it." smiled Abdul, confident it would work.
Pt-3
Marvin Rollins was feeling a little depressed as he returned to his prison cell as it got closer to lights out'. His cellmate (Emmett Greene) was now one of Dukes prison bitches, and was still out whoring his ass before last call'. Marvin's dick was thickening between his legs as he flopped down on his bunk, and waited for the bitch to return. Marvin hadn't fucked any good ass since Duke had his boiz break in Raul's baby brother David Rodriguez (chap-25, pt-6).
He started to think about the prison guard Malik Jones, and wondered what he was up to tonight? Pictures of Malik getting gang banged by Duke's boiz made Marvin angry all over again. He'd been the first man to break Malik's pussy in, and rightfully claimed it as his own. He didn't like Duke allowing `common trash' to fuck his work of art, and he didn't appreciate Malik being such a whore and giving his ass up without a fight.
Just then 2 prison guards showed up at Marvin's cell door, --he looked over at them, wondering what the fuck where they doing at his cell? "Get up Rollins! You're headed down to Solitary!" said one of the guards, pulling his control stick.
"Solitary? What the fuck for?" asked Marvin, getting hyped.
"We have a report that you beat an inmate!" said another guard, entering the cell. "He positively identified you as the attacker! We're placing you in Solitary until we sort this mess out!"
"You're fuckin crazy!" yelled Marvin, jumping up from his bunk. The officers stepped back as the 250 lbs thickly bulked man raged angrily. "I ain't fuckin beat nobody! You got the wrong fuckin man!!" he defended.
"Come with us, Rollins..., or we'll have to take you down the hard way!" announced the second cop.
"Fuck this shit!" said Marvin, knowing he could probably take them, but knew his stay in Confinement would be much longer, and more painful in the long run if he was also charged with beating the guards to death. He simply turned his back and placed his hands behind his waist as the Officers began to cuff his wrists. "This shit is BOGUS man!" yelled Marvin, being dragged from his cell as inmates stood in their cells and watched the big man being taken away.
Duke stood in his jail cell, his big bulky body covering up the sex orgy happening behind him as 8 inmates fuck the shit out of Emmett and Shaleem.
Down into the basement of the prison, Marvin is led through a maze of corridors until he finds himself standing before a large metal door. There his cuffs are taken off, and he is stripped naked before them. The two guards can't help but admire Marvin's big buffy body, round lite brown ass, broad shoulders, thick waist, and long hanging dick. "Inside, low life!" said one of the officers, opening the cell door.
Marvin was just about to protest one last time, when he noticed someone already in the cell.
"What the fuck...?" whispered Marvin, shocked to see Officer Malik Jones standing there in his birthday suit (naked) with a birthday cake and lit candles.
"Happy birthday!" he smiled, holding the peace offering forward.
Marvin laughed out loud, shaking his head as he entered the cell (the door slamming shut and locking behind him).
"How'd you know it was my birthday?" he asked, bashfully. He'd been depressed all day, having not received a single card from his loving family.
"I just knew." smiled Malik. "Don't blow out the candles, they're the only light we have til morning.
"So we're staying here all night?" asked Marvin, stepping closer as his dick began to rise.
"My shift doesn't start until 7am." said Malik, being off today.
Marvin took the cake from him (which was littered with 28 candles), and placed it gently on the floor without losing a single lit candle. "I'm...I'm really sorry about what happened last week..." said Malik, softly, almost breathlessly as his own dick grow rock hard with anticipation.
Marvin licked the icing from his thumb as he turned towards Malik and grabbed him by the neck with one of his huge masculine hand, slamming him into the back wall and picking him up off the ground. Malik's grabbed onto Marvin's wrists, his eyes bulging as he wondered what had gotten into him? Had he made a mistake in trusting the big brute? Malik's heart started to beat wildly in his chest when he realized he had no weapon to defend himself, and the door was locked from the outside until morning, allowing the inmate ample opportunity to beat and murder him before help could arrive.
"Whose pussy is this?!" asked Marvin, maneuvering himself between Malik's legs.
"It...it's...YOUR pussy...!!" choked Malik, trying to pry the tightening fingers from around his throat.
"This pussy's MINE?" asked Marvin, aiming his huge cock up to Malik's puckered hole before ramming it all the way up into him with one shave.
Malik choked back a scream as he was impelled, his legs instinctively wrapping around Marvin's waist for support (luckily he'd pre-lubed for the occasion, or else he'd be bleeding massive amounts right now). "I'm your nigga right? So I'm the only one that should be fuckin you, right?"
"Ye...ye...yes!" choked Malik, feeling the dick starting to fuck in and out of him as he hung there at Marvin's mercy.
"So if I EVER catch you giving this hole up to ANYone besides me..., I have every right to snap your fuckin neck in two! RIGHT??"
"YES!" yelled Malik, feeling Marvin's finger's loosen some so he could breathe easier.
"Good!" said Marvin, leaning in to kiss Malik as he began to royally fuck the asshole before him flat to the wall. Malik felt Marvin's fat tongue force into his mouth as his hips slammed up into him, ramming the brunt end of his dick well deep into Malik's poor convulsing hole. Malik felt totally and completely helpless as he lay there getting raped by the man who's raped him on numerous occasions before going to prison (see Precinct-23), his own dick was rock hard between their bellies as Marvin impelled him again and again on his massive meat.
Malik wrapped his arms around Marvin's thick neck as Marvin's hands snaked around Malik's ass, spreading the widely spread cheeks to give him even deeper access into the wet and inflamed innards. Malik panted heavily into Marvin's mouth while they kissed. He sucked feverishly at the big man's tongue as Marvin pushed himself in and out of the straining asshole. Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, Malik's 7 inch hard dick began to throb and shoot between them, drenching both he and Marvin's chests and bellies in a hot spray of cum. Marvin felt the hot splatter as well as the spasming asshole clinching his thrusting meat as he pealed Malik off the back wall and walked him over to the cot while he was still cumming. He lay Malik back on the small flimsy cot and resumed fucking the cute officer. Malik was still sucking his tongue as his dick finally stopped shooting but remained rock hard.
Marvin started to vigorously pump his thick 10 inch ramrod in and out of Malik's increasingly receptive hole as the cot started to creek under their weights. Marvin pulled his tongue from Malik's mouth and began leaving wet trails across his jaw line to his neck. Malik grunted and moaned from the fullness his gut was feeling as Marvin pumped his dick throughout the full of his rectum. Malik loved how Marvin's dick stretched his manhole and fucked him deeply as if he owned it. He always felt helpless lying under the brute, as if he had no choice but to lay there and get fucked. Marvin in turn loved sliding his mighty pole in and out of Malik sweet hole, he knew Malik was a fiend for dick, and he loved that Malik wanted HIS more than most.
Marvin pulled back with his hips, sliding his dick all the way back until just the fat head remained inside. He felt Malik's tight hole sucking rhythmically at the head before he slammed all of his meaty shaft back inside. Malik's body jerked at the sudden fullness as Marvin's dick pulled back again. Before Malik could catch his breath, Marvin's hips thrust forth again, shoving all 10 inches back up into his stinging gut. The air quickly left Malik's lungs as Marvin sucked harder on his neck. Malik's own dick remained rock hard, trapped once again between the fucking men's stomachs as Marvin fucked in and out of the bottom man with an increasing pace. The poor cot shook and creaked weakly under the heavy pounding. Marvin's hips were slamming into Malik's buttock repeatedly, ramming his cock through the swelling anal track steadily. Malik's body took the brunt of each impact, lurching back and forth from the powerful thrusts as his innards were pushed aside to make from for the oversized tree truck burrowing deep inside him.
The bed creaked again, then something snapped as it suddenly fell apart. Both Malik and Marvin fell to the hard cement floor like a sack of bricks. Marvin's hardon was still buried in Malik's man-cunt when they hit. The force of impact (as well as Marvin's massive 250 lbs of muscle) caused his bloated dick to spear Malik deeply when they hit the ground. Malik felt a deep stabbing pain erupt though him, as if something had been pierced. Marvin landed on top of him, crushing him and causing the wind to be knocked out of his lungs. The two men sat in shock for a moment as Malik tried to assess if anything was wrong internally.
While Malik was living in fear thinking he may have been damaged internally, Marvin pulling Malik's legs up over his broad shoulders as he resumed ramming him deeply. Malik took the hard fucking, his inside on fire as he grinned and bared it. He'd been dying to have Marvin in him for weeks, regretting their fight the instant they had it. Now that he had taken such steps to insure this night of sex, he wasn't going to let a little thing like pain ruin it.
Marvin was in complete oblivion to what Malik was experiencing. He kept fucking in and out of the slick tight hole until he felt his dick thicken and swell. He knew he was going to cum when he shoved his entire dick in balls deep, slamming them into Officer Malik's buttock as he hosed the officer's inside with a huge hot surge of semen. Malik's dick throbbed and jerked above his stomach when he felt the cock inside him spitting its load. A split second later Malik was spraying his own stomach with another gush of his own semen.
The two men rested for a few minutes, catching their breaths before separating. They laughed about the cot as Marvin pulled his softening dick from Malik's aching body. Malik felt totally empty once Marvin pulled free. His back hurt from the fall, his ribs and chest hurt from the full weight of Marvin falling on top of him, and his innards hurt from the unexpected spearing he got when Marvin's hard dick punched through him during the fall.
While Malik lay there silently recuperating, Marvin crawled over towards the only source of light in the cell, --his birthday cake. He took a huge chunk out using his bare hand and tasted it. Then he brought the rest over to where Malik lay and began smearing cake and icing all over his mouth and nipples before licking it off.
Feeling a little relief, Malik rolled Marvin over onto his back and began applying icing all over his body as well. Malik began licking the sweet stuff off Marvin's erect nipples and down his healthy waist to his fat swelling dick. Malik picked up the birthday cake and eased it down on Marvin's hardon. The huge cock pushed through the cake layers to break through the icing surface where Marvin's name was writ. Marvin thrust up and down, simulating fucking the cake as Malik blew out the candles (plunging them in total darkness), then took Marvin's dick into his mouth.
Marvin reached down and grabbed hold of Malik's skull and began fucking up into his face. Malik's face was being pushed into the cake as Marvin made him take more and more of his massive dick. Malik was on his knees, sucking heatedly on the inmate's hard penile when he felt the remnants of Marvin's first load started to drool and dribble from his bruised and battered hole.
Cake smeared everywhere as both inmate and guard rubbed it all over their brown bodies. When Malik licked his way back up Marvin's broard chest, he straddled his hips and lowered his ass down on the fat hard upstanding manhood. Marvin felt his penis being enveloped in Malik's wet cave again. In total darkness all they had were their hands and their senses. Malik groaned as his hole stretched around the beer can thick cock as he settled down in Marvin's cake incrusted lap and began bouncing up and down.
The 2 men fucked like animals for hours, with Malik cumming a myriad of times without touching himself. Marvin came while Malik rode his big dick like a champion rodeo rider, then he fucked Malik again while on his stomach, making the officer reach back to part his cum and icing slick ass cheeks, giving Marvin a straight run straight into the curve of his bowels. Malik grunted from each deep penetrating thrust, feeling more and more open and vulnerable to the former drug dealer. When Marvin came the last time, he hammered into Malik's butt-pussy for 50 straight minutes nonstop, finally pumping the third load into the officer's rich backside and collapsing on his back totally drained and exhausted.
"Fuck babee..." he grinned, smiling from ear to ear in the dark. "...this the best fuckin birthday present I got in years!"
"I'm glad you liked it." moaned Malik, his innards burning from the excessive fucking he got. This was the first time he and Marvin had been able to fuck at length and leisure, Malik's body and asshole would feel the results of this night for a week before it began to heal itself. Malik wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle Marvin on a daily basis, the man was insatiable, and HUGE.
They fell asleep right there on the floor, wrapped in cake, icing, and each other's arms until morning when Malik's shift was to start. But for now, they lay happy and content as they allowed the silence and darkness to consume them.
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