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/43 THE RIOT-4 JAILBREAK
Pt-1
"Keep running, you dickheads!" yelled Gardner, panting for breath.
The sounds of heavy feet pounding the rocky soil of Valley Forge Forrest was like a parade of drums as inmates Bruce Gardner (aka The Terminator), Alan Cooper, Donald Blake, and Joseph Justine ran for their lives after escaping Piedmont Penitentiary, --their home for the past year.
Police had been notified and were on look-out for the escaped convicts as they scoured the forests in pursuit. Dogs were put on the scent from the belongings they left behind in their cells. The dogs (Bloodhounds) tracked their progress through the tunnels until they came out of an underground cavern one mile away from the prison. The dogs continued on their chase, followed by armed officers and helicopters with search lights attached to the belly of the choppers.
A fierce manhunt was underway as every available police officer and state trooper was called in to find these escaped and highly dangerous criminals.
"Fuck...!!" yelled Cooper, tripping over a root and nearly falling to the forest floor. "Where's Bruce?!" he asked, looking back after coming to a stop.
"He was just behind us!" said Blake, sweat pouring down his brow as he peered through the forest bush for their companion. "Did we lose him?"
"Lose him...?" said Cooper, skeptically. "...he set us up, just like he did the Aryans back in the tunnels!"
"No..., you think?" asked Justine, still looking for the older man to come running up on them.
"Why do you think he insisted on staying in back to the rendezvous? He left us out as guinea-pigs for the police to chase while he circled back a different way!" thought Cooper, aloud.
"Do you think the rendezvous' fake?" asked Justine, hoping Gardner didn't totally screw them.
"Only one way to find out...!" said Blake, "...we don't have another option!"
"I say we keep moving..., we're bound to come across someone with transportation to get us out of here!" said Cooper, getting approval from his two companions. "And after we're settled, I say we find Bruce Gardner and make him pay for this shit!"
Pt-2
The day before...
36 yr old Thomas Murray and his 16 yr old son Phillip were preparing for a long overdue camping trip into the valley of Valley Forge. Thomas was divorced from his ex-wife Claudia some 6 yrs prior, leaving a strained relationship between he, her, and his son. Thomas (a hard working insurance salesman) spent most of his waking time behind a desk, --with rent, car payments, insurance, bills, and child support always on hand, he needed to work overtime as often as possible just to stay above water, or sink like a rock. This of course left very little time to see his son, building a wedge between them. It was during Phillip's 16th birthday that he realized his son was growing up faster than he knew. If he wanted to know his son, he only had a few more years before he was off to college, after that he'd be too busy with his own job and bills and car notes and insurances and babies to pay his old man any mind at all.
Phillip wasn't too thrilled to have to go on a camping trip with his father. His dad hadn't spent a single birthday, holiday, or graduation with him since he was 10 yrs old, why was he trying to get into his life now? Phillip would rather have stayed at home playing his video games or hanging out with his friends than trotting through the forest with his father. He couldn't think of anything more boring.
Thomas picked up Phillip about 7am, and took the hour long drive up to Valley Forge Forest. It was a beautiful stretch of wild land, preserved and nestled on the outskirts of Philadelphia Pa and protected by the local Rangers Serve. There were deer and other wildlife that live there, adding to the beauty and tranquility of its surroundings.
Thomas and Phillip checked in with the local Ranger Station, registering and charting their course through the forest as required by law. They drive as far as they could up to a parking area, then hiked the rest of the way up through the hills, trees, and vegetation which grew wildly about the landscape.
All during the journey father and son are distant, not having a hell of a lot in common. Thomas built the campsite, the tent, a small fire pit to keep them warm at night, and even bought poles for fishing while Phillip basically ignored him and played his hand held video games. Thomas had been hoping to use this time away to get to know his son better, where it appeared obvious that Phillip rather be elsewhere. Whenever Thomas asked Phillip to participate in anything regarding camping, Phillip complained and sulked. At his wits end, Thomas took the hint and pulled out his compact computer and started working, figuring he could at least get some work done in the process.
Night fall, they heated up can goods they carried up in their backpacks and ate junk food with beer and soda. "You're almost a man now..." said Thomas, pulling a cold brew out of his cooler to toss to his son.
"Mom don't allow me to drink." said Phillip, knowing well his mother's rules.
"Your mom's not here now, is she?" smiled Thomas. Phillip hunched his shoulders, threw away his half empty soda can and turned the brew up to his lips, guzzling down over half the contents in a few gulps. "I take it this isn't your first beer?" asked Thomas, surprised.
"Not hardly." belched Phillip, taking a deep breath afterwards. "I got drunk one time with my best friends Rodney and Brett, and threw up all over mom's white Persian cat! She was furious!"
"I BET!!" laughed Thomas, picturing his wife's precious pussy soaked in vomit.
"She banned me from drinking until 21." chuckled Phillip, finishing off the bottle.
Thomas handed his son another brew.
"Claudia needs to understand that people make mistakes..." said Thomas, referring to his own mistakes as well as his son's. "...but YOU need to learn your limits. 16 is too young to have a drinking problem. Drink in moderation, not volume. You'll learn you'll enjoy more pleasures out of life if you don't abuse them. Capice?"
"Capice." smiled Phillip, actually enjoying the time spent with his father.
They talked a little more before turning in to sleep. Thomas told Phillip that they had an early morning if they were going to go fishing. Phillip looked forward to fishing with his father, having only done it a couple of times as a boy.
They slept in the same tent, a large Spandex Addition which held up to 4 fully grown men. They slept in sleeping bags, and doze off listening to the sounds of wildlife going on around them.
Pt-3
The next morning Phillip woke up with the terrible need to use the restroom. There was an Out-house about 100 yards from their camp. His father was still sleeping when he left, taking a roll of toilet tissue with him.
The Out-house was basic, a small `one man' seat surrounded by 4 walls and a roof made of wood. The toilet was a box seat with a toilet top, the bowl was nothing more than a giant hole dug underneath the Out-house. Once the hole is full to capacity (if ever), the hole is recovered and the Out-house is relocated elsewhere.
While Phillip was taking a dump, three of the four escaped inmates stumbled upon their campsite. "What have we here?" asked Cooper, rummaging through their supplies. "FOOD fellas!!" he yelled, passing out the goods. Blake and Justine ripped into the packages, devouring whatever they could find. "Awww fuck me hard and call me Lucy...!!" shouted Cooper, finding the beer in the nearby cooler.
The 3 men stood around the campsite, drowning bottle after bottle of cold refreshing brew as they ate Cheetos, chips, canned beans, fruits, and other items they found on the site.
Cooper spotted the tent just a few feet away from their feast, and shushed his companions as he tip-toed up to the opening. Inside lay 36 yr old Thomas Murray, sleeping soundly on his stomach.
Cooper crept into the tent, noticing two sleeping bags. He motioned to his friends that there was someone else nearby. Justine and Blake snuck off separately, looking for the second man as Cooper continued his inspection.
He pulled back the top of the sleeping bag, exposing Thomas' back and bottom. Thomas was wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Cooper leaned in over him, smelling his scent deeply. Thomas still smelt fresh and clean from his shower the morning before, the cologne he wore caused Cooper's cock to rise instantly in his prison khakis. He pulled his prison home-made pick knife from his person, then proceeded to carefully, --gently, cut holes into Thomas' bottoms without him knowing.
With all the skill of a cat burglar, Cooper tore open Thomas' bottoms without waking or disturbing him. He ripped open the man-made slit, exposing the hairy ass and deep crack. Licking his lips with hungry anticipation, Cooper pushed his face up into Thomas' ass and started sucking. Thomas slept through the first few minutes of the anal sucking, deep in sleep and unaware of what was going on, --but when Cooper got a little over zealous and pulled his hairy butt cheeks apart to stick his tongue into the anal ring, Thomas began to stir.
"uhh..." he groaned, awaking slowly. He became aware that something was happening, but was slow to realize what. Thomas became completely aware when he felt Cooper's tongue starting to fuck in and out of his puckered ring. He turned around and looked back over his shoulder, spotting a strange man leaning over him with his face pressed up in his backside. "What the...??! Who the fuck'r you...!!??" he asked, trying to push Cooper off.
Cooper pulled his wet face from Thomas' ass and climbed up full length on his back, pressing his weight down to hold the man immobile. He grabbed a fistful of Thomas' hair, then pushed his knife-pick up to his neck, causing Thomas to cease all struggle.
"Go on..., fight me, I DARE you!" snarled Cooper, his breath reeking of Thomas' beer. "I just escaped from prison, and I won't have anything to lose by shoving this pick into your neck!" Thomas' eyes widened with fear as they cut over to his son's empty sleeping bag. "All me and my companions want some food, a car, and a little butt-pussy! Give us that, and we might let you live!"
"Where's my son?" asked Thomas, worried about his boy.
"Son?" asked Cooper, pressing his hardon into Thomas' ass cheeks. "My friends'r out looking for him as we fuck!" Thomas gasped when he heard Cooper's intentions.
"Please man..., don't do this! Not with my son with me!" begged Thomas, fearing Phillip may get hurt by the convicts.
"If your son's young, he may forget any of this ever even happened..." said Cooper, pushing his exposed erection up between Thomas' spit soaked ass crack. "...and if he's old enough to remember, maybe we might let him share in his father's pie!!"
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHH!!" screamed Thomas, feeling Cooper's cock head penetrate his tight anal ring. Cooper wrapped his forearm around the front of Thomas' neck and starts fucking him like a madman, ramming his dick back and forth through the convulsing, contracting and spasming manhole.
Pt-4
Meanwhile 16 yr old Phillip Murray is totally unaware of his father's ordeal. He finishes his shit, wipes his ass clean, then leaves the Out-house for the campsite. The morning air is crisp and clean as Phillip takes his time returning. Upon entering the camp, he notices their belongings in disarray. It looked as if someone (or a bear) had come through and ravaged everything in sight, expect the tent which remained intact.
Phillip noticed the volume of empty beer bottles lying about the ground, knowing that he and his father had only drank two apiece the night before. When Phillip began to approach the tent to question his sleeping father, he noticed a pair of roughly worn shoes sticking out of the tent, and his father's socked feet spread on either side of the old shoes.
Phillip wondered `what the fuck' when he bent down and looked inside the tent. Inside he could clearly see a man dressed in khakis and a t-shirt, humping his exposed ass up and down on top of his grunting father.
Phillip jumped back and covered his mouth with his hand. Was his father being raped by someone? Or was he willingly giving his ass up to the stranger? Phillip never recalled his mother mentioning his father being gay, but stranger things had happened (or so he'd heard). He watched and listened for a few minutes before deciding, seeing the top man's cock appear and disappear between his father's hairy ass cheeks and up into his hole.
"UHHH! UHHH! ARRHHH! AHHH! OHHH! AHHH! GAHHH! Please, donaaaaHHHHH! AARHHH! AHHH! OHHH! UHHH! UHHH! ARRHHH!" grunted Thomas with each and every inward thrust into his bare hole. Phillip was somehow able to discern that his father was NOT a willing participate, and knew he needed to do something to help free his dad from his rapist/capture.
Thomas Murray lay beneath his attacker, feeling him stab him repeatedly in the gut through his anus with his 7 inch hardon. The thrusting cock was like a sword to his untouched bowels. A straight man with eyes only for women, Thomas was not used to the anal punishment he was currently receiving. The only reason he was even enduring it was because he wanted to cooperate so Phillip wouldn't get hurt. Thomas knew he would never forgive himself if anything ever happened to his son after not being there for him as a kid.
His body tensed and stiffened every time the inmate stabbed him with his cock. Thomas' asshole bore the brunt of Cooper's mad mindless thrusts, an endless stroke into his bowels as the former cop went wild and started fucking in a frenzy. The harder he fucked, the louder Thomas' grunts got. After awhile he was starting to scream in pain as the fuck thrusts got rougher and deeper.
Phillip watched in complete shock as his father was fucked by another man. He wanted to reach in and stop it, to pull the man off and beat him to death for attacking his dad. But something else inside him was deeply intrigued, watching the dominance he exude as he forcibly fucked his father seemingly against his will.
Phillip was just about to reach in and stop the stranger, when someone grabbed him from behind.
"Where you think you're going, kid?" asked Blake, rustling Phillip to the ground easily.
Phillip struggled, screaming aloud as the older, stronger man over powered him physically.
Thomas heard his son's screams, and begged Cooper not to hurt him. Cooper was lost in another world as his hips picked up the pace. His pelvis slapped into Thomas' ass over and over, driving his dick well deep into the anal roost. Thomas tried to stifle his screams to keep Phillip from knowing what was happening to him, he didn't want his son to bare witness to his rape. He wanted Phillip to see him as strong and virile, not some wimp that couldn't defend himself from one man.
Cooper fucked and fucked and fucked into the tight squeezing ass beneath him. He hammered at the man's ass for nearly 8 minutes of high intense high powered anal fucking. When his cock could no longer handle the friction of Thomas' ass, he shoved all the way in and came, shooting multiple wads of hot thick convict cum deep into the straight man's bowels.
"AARRHHHHHH...!! AAAAAHHHHH..., FUCK YEAH!! TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD, MAN! TAKE IT!! AWWW SHIT YEAH! AWWW FUCK!! SHIT! CUMMING IN YOUR FAGGOT ASS!!"
After panting and cumming, Cooper yanked his dick from the tight sucking hole he'd just creamed in. Thomas screamed as the cock yanked free from his anal chute, ripping his insides outward. Cooper climbed out of the tent, and stood up on his feet, his hard wet cock sticking straight out from his crotch. "That the son?" he asked, looking down at Phillip as he lay helpless on the ground.
"Guess so." said Blake, Justin just coming back from the woods.
Phillip was looking up at Cooper, the hard 7 inch banana shaped cock his biggest focus. Blake was holding him down, pressing most of his body weight down on him. He could see his father rustling around in the tent, trying to fix his pajama bottoms as he peeked out to scope the area.
"Your dad's got good ass, kid. Ever try it?" he asked, staring down at the 16 yr old boy.
"Please..., take whatever you want!" said Thomas, crawling out of the tent and pleading weakly. "Take my wallet, my money, my car keys..., my car's parked down the bottom of the landscape! Take it! You can go anywhere you want to go! Just...just leave my son alone, please!?"
"Did you hear that, fellas?" asked Cooper, amused. "Dear dad's offered us anything at our disposal..., everything that is, except for his son!"
Phillip and Thomas' eyes met as Cooper crossed the space between him and the kid. He knelt down in front of Phillip, his knees on either side of the kid's head as his hard cock came extremely close. Phillip's eyes crossed looking up at it. "Your dad offered up his car, and his butt virginity just to keep you safe..." he informed Phillip, reaching down under his chin to lift his head higher. "...would you be willing to offer anything for his safety?" he added, curiously.
Phillip looked straight up at the hard cock. It still shown moistly from being inside his dad's body.
"uh..." he stumbled, unsure how to respond.
"Please...!" Begged Thomas, "...he's only 16!"
"Is that supposed to mean he's still a virgin?" asked Cooper, skeptically. "Teens today start early!" he said, turning around towards dad. "I'd be willing to bet that not only has he tasted his first pussy already..., but that he's probably had more than one of his best friend's cocks stuffed down his throat too!" added Cooper, confidently. "Am I right, boy? What's your name?" he asked, turning back to the son.
"Phil...Phillip..." said the kid, twisting his face painfully from Blake's cop hold.
"Phillip, eh? Sounds like a cock sucker's name!" laughed Cooper, cracking himself up. "So am I right, Phillip? Have you sucked cock before?"
Phillip's eyes shot to his father who still lay half inside the tent.
"No! No, I haven't!" he said, shaking his head nervously. His eyes widened fearfully, as if thinking these guys were going to make him suck them off.
"humm..., guess I was wrong then, eh?" said Cooper, thoughtfully. "I guess all my years as a police officer didn't teach me a thing about sizing people up! What about you, Blake? Did you peg the kid a cock sucker?"
"No..., but I bet the father'll suck some dick just to save his son." observed Blake, eyeing the father from across the camp.
"I think you're right!" said Cooper, standing back up. Phillip watched in fear as Cooper walked back over towards his father. "Is my cellmate right, dad? Would you suck all of our cocks to save your boy?"
Thomas looked up at Cooper tearfully. Phillip was everything to him, the only good thing to come out of his failed marriage.
"yes..." he said softly, losing all respect for himself.
"Really?" asked Cooper, his cock already primed for sucking. "Why don't we just put that to the test?"
Thomas reluctantly climbed out of the tent and up onto his knees in the dirt. Cooper turned himself sideways to insure that Phillip got a good full view of his father sucking his first dick. Thomas swallowed his pride as he got face to face with the inmate's cock. Cooper stood over him, looking down at him demandingly as his cock awaited sucking. Thomas refused to look at his son as he leaned forward and opened his mouth.
"Keep looking kid...!" enforced Blake, pulling Phillip's head up by the hair when he tried to shield his eyes from his dad's degradation.
Phillip was forced to watch his father take the inmate's cock into his mouth, wrapping his inexperienced lips around the hard manhood as he tasted his own ass on it for the first time.
Cooper laughed as Thomas timidly worked his mouth back and forth, sucking tentatively. He hated having to humiliate himself in front of his son, but he knew he had to to insure his son's safety.
Cooper allowed Thomas to suck at his own leisure for awhile, letting his mouth get used to the invading cock as he moved back and forth. After awhile, he took the man's head into his hands and began to fuck his face, driving more and more of his cock deeper into Thomas' gagging throat.
"If you're gonna offer up your mouth to save your son dad..., you should at least know how to suck cock!"
Thomas gagged around the plunging cock as it moved ever deeper into the back of his mouth. Cooper strengthened his hold on his head when he started to drill his mouth harder and harder. Thomas felt the cock head pounding into the tight opening of his throat, it caused him to gag heavily every time it punched into his throat muscles. Cooper tilted his head backward slightly, then fucked harder into his spit dripping mouth. Thomas felt the cock head punch down into his throat, penetrating his oral ring as it lodged down into his throat like a ship at a dock.
"khhhhkkkggghhh!!" choked Thomas, panicking as he tried to push the man out of his mouth.
Cooper held tight as he ground his hairy pelvis in Thomas' nose, his nostrils socking up all the ripe sweaty musk from his groin as his mind started to swirl from erotic intoxication and lack of oxygen.
Cooper pulled back his hips, slipping his cock from Thomas' throat as he started to vigorously fuck the mouth. Thomas was like a rag doll in his hands, his head and mouth not his own as Cooper face fucked him hard and viscous.
Phillip watched with his mouth dropped open, his father taking the cock much better than he expected. Cooper fucked the father's mouth with quick, hard, fast thrusts, sliding his cock shaft back and forth through the wet lips and over the slippery tongue. Every now and then he'd jam his cock in balls deep, just to feel the convulsing throat spasm around his cock. He pounded and fucked Thomas' mouth for over 5 full minutes, leaving him a quivering dribbling mess with drool and spittle soaked all over his chin and chest.
"Fuck man..., I LOVE fucking straight guys!" smiled Cooper, getting close to cumming. He watched Thomas become weaker by the minute as he continued to pound his face and throat increasingly. He hammered the straight man's mouth with hard jabs until his balls tightened and his cock pulsed out thick heavy spurts of creamy sperm directly into his mouth.
Thomas was so light headed from the vigorous face fucking that he was barely aware that the convict was cumming in his mouth. He felt his mouth fill with a creamy substance as Cooper's cock throbbed and pulsed wildly. He swallowed the thick cum load instinctively, tasting the salty semen for the first time.
"Shit man..., don't hog all the dude to yourself!" complained Blake, leaving Phillip on the ground as he got up and walked over towards the father. Phillip was too shocked by watching his dad digest cum to worry about escaping. His eyes were locked on his dad's bloated throat as his neck muscles forced the cum down into his stomach.
Cooper drained his cock in the man's mouth, then pulled out just as Blake walked up, unzipping his own cock for use. "You ready for this hot mouth?" asked Cooper, wiping his wet cock across the father's face.
"Naw, man..., I'm inna mood for some ass!" announced Blake, pushing Thomas back up into the tent.
Phillip watched as his dad was stripped naked and fucked again, another long cock sliding deep into his ass to fuck him like a bitch as Cooper tucked his own dick away for the time being.
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