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/44 MANHUNT
Pt-1
Saint Elizabeth's Hospital..., 25 minutes from Piedmont Penitentiary.
Officer Andrew Roberts was taken to an area hospital for the injuries he sustained during the prison riots, along with other officers equally hurt in the riot. Police Captain David McConnell accompanied him, concerned about his diagnosis. Prison guard Malik Jones confided in McConnell of Andrew's rape, but didn't report it to the prison infirmary due to confidentiality.
Andrew was reviewed by a private doctor who examined his external and internal injuries and concluded that while there were bruises and contusions, there was no permanent damage done to the officer. After a few weeks of bed rest and pain medications, he could return to work as good as new. However, Captain McConnell had other plans for the prison guard's employment.
Pt-2
Bodies were being tagged and taken out of the underground tunnels beneath the prison. In total, 8 inmates were shot by prison guards as they tried to escape. The surviving Aryans that were captured alive in the tunnels were placed in Solitary Confinement for interrogation while the investigation and search continued. There were 5 deaths caused by the hands of Aryan starting the attacks prior to the riot, and over one hundred injured inmates seeking medical attention of some kind.
Warden Dennis Ellis stopped short of calling a State Of Emergency over the escaped convicts, only because he didn't want the public to panic and demand his resignation.
Officers combing Gardner's cell found evidence of their escape plan through the correct tunnels in Sarge's (60 yr old deceased inmate --Seth MacCathery's) handwriting, and a rendezvous on the outskirts of Valley Forge Forest. A team of uniformed officers and state troopers were sent to intercept, and arrest anyone caught assisting the escapees.
Word spread quickly throughout the prison that a `break' had occurred. No one knew who or how many inmates managed to escape until a head count was taken. Guards forced all of the Aryans out of their cells and into the center ground floor while they checked everyone's personal effects. Ellis wanted everyone involved in this breaching caught and punished for making him look incompetent to the media.
It was there that Axe first spotted his old riding buddy Snake. The two men made eye contact and smiled devilishly towards one another. There was no doubt in Snake's mind that Gardner and his crew managed the breach, and that Axe would be the Aryan's new next leader with him (Snake) by his side. Snake couldn't wait to get his revenge on everyone that turned their backs on him while Gardner was in control; Hammer, Luke, Ace, and all the other inmates who butt fucked him under Bruce's command were going to know what revenge felt like served COLD.
Pt-3
C-Block
Everyone is on lockdown. During the riots, Muslim inmate Abdul Shabott wanted to stay in his cells while most of the prison went wild, while Muhammad Shaeed wanted to get out and try to help stop it. Abdul begged Muhammad not to go out into the path of violence which was running rampant through the cell blocks. But Muhammad (being a man touched by religion) felt compelled to try to talk some since into some of the inmates he knew were better than their surroundings.
So against Abdul's pleas and his better judgment, Muhammad ventured out into the sea of angry inmates and began preaching tolerance. "Acting as animals will not bring about change to this prison, organized protest and reason are what's needed to show our discontent. The media will not hear our story if all they see are wild men acting like animals, all they will report is that `prison is the best place for them!'" Some of the inmates listened, putting down their poles and weapons to return to their cells.
Abdul couldn't help but be impressed by his man's abilities. Watching Muhammad get through to the men's souls made him remember why he was so connected with Muhammad in the first place.
Pt-4
Prison Warden Dennis Ellis had a million meetings with state officials who wanted to go over his procedures in handling riots and the prison break. Media and other officials questioned the state of the turn of the century prison, claiming it may be too old to efficiently hold such a high volume of dangerous criminals. Ellis argued that the prison was in the best shape it could be with the money he gets for repairs in his budget.
Up to his eyebrows with questions and accusations, Ellis started to look elsewhere for answers. He met with a religious organization about bringing some form of alternative religion into the system. The organization was called The Brotherhood, their base of operation was nestled in the pines of Valley Forge on 25 Acers of land in a secluded private residence with no phones, no television, and no outside contacts just outside Philadelphia Pennsylvania, not far from the prison itself. Members there live a simple life of prayer and worship as they forfeit their worldly possessions and past relations. Its founding member Paul Gordon (aka Brother Paul) met with Ellis in his office to explain what his organization could do for inmates.
Brother Paul insisted members of his religion were practitioners, with the ability "to draw the badness from evildoers" through a form of exorcism.
"And how do you do that?" asked Ellis, curiously.
"I could tell you, Warden..., but it would be much more effective if I showed you." said Brother Paul.
"Would you need a guinea-pig?" asked the Warden, ready to order up an inmate.
"That won't be necessary, Warden..., if I may, I could show my abilities on you!" asked the man. Ellis sat back in his seat and laughed.
"So you believe I'm an evildoer?" he chuckled hardily.
"No..., but there is bad in each of us. I can focus my meditations on that which is within you, and draw it out. You will feel it disperse immediately!" insisted Paul.
"Okay..." said the Warden, volunteering. "...I'll be your guinea-pig! So what do I have to do?" he asked.
"Please, stand." said Brother Paul, bringing the Warden from behind his desk. When Ellis first saw the religious man walk through his door for their appointment, he thought the man was crazy. He looked exactly like an old fashion Monk, dressed in a long hooded over-robe with open toe sandals. Brother Paul's reason for this was that all Brotherhood members give up their worldly possessions including clothing, which could be quite expensive. When Ellis asked what do they wear underneath the robes, Brother Paul responded with "why nothing, of course". Ellis thought the inmates would have a lovely time praying before naked clergymen with nothing on under their gowns. Were these religious nuts asking to be raped?
When Brother Paul stood up and began circling Ellis while chanting a prayer in tongues and meditation, Ellis started to believe maybe this guy was authentic. He worried that maybe some of his inner demons might be recognized by the `Brother', revealing some of his true nature.
Brother Paul looked to be in another zone as he chanted and moaned in another language. He knelt down before Ellis with his head bowed, then reached up and began undoing the Warden's trousers. Ellis jumped from the unexpected touch, but curiously allowed the man to unfasten and unzip his pants. Brother Paul reached into Ellis' underwear and pulled out his soft penis while continuing to talk in tongues. He prayed over the penis in hand for about a minute, then lifted his head and enveloped it in his mouth.
Ellis was shocked by the religious man's actions, but did nothing to stop him as he was very curious of the end result. He stood there over the kneeling man while he suckled his dick, then started bobbing his head back and forth. Ellis' dick started to grow and rise in his mouth, swelling to its full 8 thick uncut inches.
Brother Paul sucked cock like an expert, devouring Ellis' meat to the root with each downward stroke. Ellis hadn't had his dick attended to since the riots, having too many meetings and too many critics on his tail to get a decent blow job from one of his inmates.
Brother Paul had obviously had experience swallowing cock, as he did so with ease. Ellis wondered if the religious man would swallow his load. Brother Paul felt the cock steal up in his mouth, knowing the Warden was close to cumming. He doubled his efforts and sucked harder, driving his mouth further and further down on the black cock as he fought to get the demons out of the prison leader. Ellis felt his muscles start to tense as his dick pulsed and swelled. He grabbed the Monk's head just as his dick started to shoot out thick full ropes of hot potent sperm into the man's mouth.
"aaaaarrrrrrhhhhh...!!!" groaned Ellis, losing his semen to the Monk's quick contracting throat. Each gush was instantly expertly swallowed, leaving nothing to chance. Ellis hadn't cum in days, the volume was massive in his balls, an ordinary inmate with little oral experience would have lost most of the salty nectar to the floor, unable to keep up with it. But Brother Paul was able to suck and swallow like an anaconda, taking everything Ellis' dick gave without gag or protest. When Ellis felt his orgasm finally pass, he released the Monk's head, allowing him his freedom. Brother Paul continued to nurse the thick cock, making sure he got all of the demons before removing his mouth.
He looked up at the Warden and smiled.
"Is THAT what you call an exorcism?" asked Ellis, tucking his cock and balls back into his pants.
"Did you not feel the demons released from your soul, Warden?" asked Brother Paul. "I heard your cry as they were driven out..., it's that pain your soul feels when it's being purified. The demons want to take hold of your body and soul, our exorcisms remove them from the soul, allowing it to return to its natural state of peace!" insisted the Brother.
"And...what happens if the demons return?" asked Ellis, curiously.
"Oh, it may take MANY exorcisms to properly cleanse the soul. The demons are relentless, they will return again and again to claim what's theirs. You would have to have a cleansing often to keep the demons removed completely!" said the Brother.
"Daily?" asked Ellis.
"If need be." said Brother Paul.
Ellis held out his hand.
"Well in that case Brother Paul, welcome to Piedmont Penitentiary! I'm sure you and your members will find MANY men in need of your exorcisms!"
"I'm sure." smiled the man, shaking Ellis' hand to seal the deal.
Pt-5
VALLEY FORGE FORREST
Phillip Murray and his dad Thomas were forced to follow escaped inmates Alan Cooper, Donald Blake, and Joseph Justine as they made their way through the thick heavy bush of the forrest towards their parked car. The journey was a hike, as Thomas and his son had expected to spend some quality time together before returning back to civilization as we know it. But their vacation was cut short by the arrival of the escaped convicts. Convicts who raped Thomas Murray in front of his teen son.
Thomas found it hard to even look his son in the eye. Phillip had seen him suck another man's dick to completion, forced to swallow his cream as he came gushing out of his erupting cock in buckets. Phillip could still see his father's throat swallowing the salty cream as it spilled out of the corners of his mouth like thick sauce. Phillip remembered getting a hardon watching his father humiliated by the hard convicts, making him take their heavy loads as they pushed in up in the tent and butt fucked him again. Thomas' ass still hurt from the heavy pounding it took from two of the three convicts. Justine (for whatever reason) refrained from raping the man, perhaps taking pity on him after suffering much of the same fate in prison (chaps----).
The men trot through the forest, led by Thomas with the promise of freedom upon the taking of their car. Thomas was all too willing to part with his 2007 Monty Carlo Sports 23X if it meant ending this fiasco. He didn't trust Cooper and Blake as they had just physically fucked him literally, but he had very little choice if he wanted the convicts out of his and his son's lives. He instructed Phillip to do whatever the inmates asked of them to insure their freedom. Cooper took this to mean having cart-blanche over the prisoners, as he really wanted to bust the 16 yr old son's anal cherry.
Phillip Murray was your average high schooler; he got straight B's and C's in most of his classes, obsessed over video games too much, helped his mom around the house too little, and resented his parents every step of the way. Having grown up in a divided household, Phillip blamed his father with most of his resentment. It wasn't until this very trip to the Mountains that he and his dad finally started to heal old wounds. Thomas feared that seeing his father humiliated might make Phillip resent him in other ways. He was just starting to bond with his son when he was force fucked before him.
"How much longer to the fucking car?" asked Blake, tired of walking and running since escaping the prison.
"No much longer..." informed Thomas, hoping to get there soon. "...we're parked just at the ridge of the cliffs leading up into the Forrest. Just at the foot the face!"
"Good..., cause my cock's getting hungry for some more butt pussy!" said Cooper, groping his crotch as they walked through the heavy forage. He couldn't take his eyes off young Phillip's ass as he walked ahead of him. He wanted to bust the boy's anal cherry something bad, his dick actually ached to get up inside the youngster's roost and cream his virgin innards.
5 minutes later he could take no more taunting, and grabbed Phillip from behind to force him over a fallen log. Thomas and the others heard Phillip yell as they turned to see Cooper ripping at the seat of the boy's pants.
"No! Stop! We had an agreement!" yelled Thomas, running towards his son. Justine grabbed Thomas as he tried to run past him.
"I didn't agree to shit!!" denied Cooper, exposing the boy's pale ass as Phillip fought to free himself.
"Alan..., we don't have TIME for this! We NEED to keep moving!" warned Blake, wanting to get to the car as soon as possible.
"We got time for a quickie!" said Cooper, spitting into his hand as he lubed the boy's ass crack with salvia.
"Gardner dumped us out here in the middle of nowhere while HE ran off on his own..., there's no telling which trail the police'r covering first. I'd bet it's ours! We need to get to that car and get as far away from here as physically possible! We've wasted too much time fucking around already!!"
"A five minute break to drain my balls won't hurt nothing!" argued Cooper. "We about to dump this father and son, why not get one last fuck out of them before we split?"
"Get it at the car! Let's just keep moving!" answered Blake, ready to leave Cooper where he stood.
"Okay, okay!!" sighed Cooper, releasing the boy back to his father. "Your ass may be safe now, kid..., but we'd better get to that car quick, or else...!!"
Thomas pushed Phillip ahead of him and away from Cooper as they started back down the mountain. Phillip pulled up his torn pants as his father led them back down the path they took up the day before. 10 minutes later they reached the foot of their destination. Thomas' car was parked right where he left it, the only car in the parking area, signifying that they were perhaps the only souls visiting the mountain the day of the prison break.
"Finally, some wheels!!" cheered Blake, feeling better now that they had transportation.
"Happy now?" asked Cooper, still nursing his hardon.
"I'll be `happy' once we're on the road and out of Pennsylvania!" said Blake, unlocking Thomas' car door as he jumped behind the driver's seat.
"Is NOW a good time to get that fuck?" asked Cooper, eyeing Phillip intently.
"Do whatever you want!" said Blake, starting up the car to make sure it worked. "Just be quick about it! We don't have all day!"
Cooper smiled broadly as he approached Phillip and Thomas, his cock already pressing out the front of his trousers.
"So how bout it, kid?" he taunted, pulling his cock free. "Shall we pick up where we left off?" Phillip backed away, fear gripping him at the thought of losing his anal virginity.
"No! I'll take your cock!" insisted Thomas, blocking Cooper's path to his son.
"No..., I think junior here wants a shot. Don't you boy?" asked Cooper, staring at the shocked 16 yr old.
"No, please! Not my son! You promised to leave him alone if I got you to my car!" yelled Thomas, blocking Phillip protectively.
"I ain't promised shit!" said Cooper angrily, ready to fuck something.
"Leave the kid alone, Alan! Ain't fucking the father enough?" asked Justine, tired of Cooper's prowess.
"Breaking in cherry-pie is never enough!!" insisted Cooper, his dick ready to cream at the mere thought of butt fucking the boy.
"No! Please, I'll do whatever you want!" pleaded Thomas. "I'll be your hostage! You can fuck me anytime you get ready! Just let my son go!!"
Cooper's ears perked with the offer of having a willing pussyboy at his disposal during their long journey.
"You gotta deal, dad!" he agreed at the last minute. "Get out of here, kid! Scat before I change my mind!"
"Dad, don't..." said Phillip, fearing for his father's safety.
"Phillip, do as I say..., RUN as fast as you can and don't look back! Remember where the Ranger's Station is? Go there for help, they will take you back to your mother's!"
"But what about YOU, dad? I can't leave you alone with these guys! They'll kill you!" cried Phillip, fearing he'd never see his dad alive again.
"I don't think they're worried about killing me, son! Now GO! Before its too late!" warned Thomas, pushing his son away.
"I love you dad!" said the boy in tears, running away as fast as his teen legs could take him.
"Wasn't that touching?" asked Cooper, sarcastically. "Now get your ass into the back seat before I run your son over with your own car!" ordered Cooper. Thomas did as told as Cooper began pulling at his pants to expose his bare ass. Thomas knew not to fight them as Phillip was not yet out of reach. He'd have to let them have their way until he was sure Phillip was safe, THEN he could resist and fight back as strongly as he could.
Blake watched through the rear-view mirror as Cooper climbed on Thomas' back and shoved his cock up the poor straight man's ass. Thomas yelled in pain as his bowels were invaded once again, his face pressed down to the back seat as Cooper fucked him from behind.
Justine climbed into the passenger seat in front beside Blake, and listened to Cooper butt fuck their hostage. He could see Blake massaging his crotch as he watched Cooper get some ass. Justine reached over and placed his hand on his former police partner's crotch and squeezed his hardon. Blake looked over at Justine, then motioned for him to continue. Justine reached in and pulled out Blake's hard cock before leaning over and going down on it. Blake held back a moan as he continued to watch Cooper through the rear-view mirror.
Justine bobbed his head in Blake's lap, sucking his best friend's dick down into the very back of his talented throat. Having sucked many cocks in prison during his imposition with his Aryan cellmates, Justine had become quite accustomed to having thick dicks shoved down his throat. In fact, he'd developed quite a taste for the salty nectar, his ex-partner Donald Blake's especially.
While Justine bobbed his head, tasting his first dick in days, Blake continued to eyeball Cooper who was now fucking the living shit out of Thomas Murray. Murray screamed and grunted painfully after every thrust, his sore asshole taking the brunt of impact as the cock bore deeply into his cum lined guts.
Blake could feel himself starting to orgasm from the mixture of sex in the back seat, and Justine's talented mouth sucking up and down the length of his dick. Justine could taste the rich pre-cum forming at the tip of the penis as he sucked, his stomach craving the creamy load as he sucked harder for more.
Blake's cock started to swell and tingle as his balls knotted and began to spew. Blake's eyes rolled up to his head as the cum shot from his dick, bathing Justine's throat in rich thick cream. Justine choked and swallowed the gush of semen submissively as Blake locked his hands up in his hair. After Blake's climax, the front windshield shattered, causing thousands of pieces of tiny glass to implode inward. Blake's head bounced backwards, then slowly lifted up to reveal a single gunshot through the forehead. Blood gushed out of the back of his head as he slumped forward, his hardened dick still pulsating wildly in his ex-partner's throat.
"What the fuck was that...??!" asked Cooper, ripping his hardon from Thomas' ass after seeing Blake's head explode. He jumped from the back seat of the car (his pants still down around his ankles) when he was hit twice in the chest by two long range bullets. Cooper fell backwards onto the dirt ground, gasping for breath as the life quickly ran out of him.
Thomas remained hidden in the back seat as police and state troopers quickly approached the car. They held the four doors open and yelled for the living occupants to get out and onto the ground. Justine was freed from the weight of Blake as the cock was ripped from his mouth and he was thrown to the ground and roughly handcuffed while Thomas was taken from the back seat and roughly thrown next to Justine when Phillip came running up in protest.
"No...! No, that's MY DAD!!!" he yelled to police.
"Where's the forth convict?" asked one of the troopers, holding his rifle.
"I don't know nothing about no forth convict, there were only three that attacked us!" assured Phillip, breaking through the police guard to hug his father.
The two men cried together as former officer Joe Justine was taken back into custody.
Pt-6
Helicopters began to circle overhead as 43 yr old Bruce Gardner ran through the forest searching for freedom. He'd broken away from his buddies, knowing it would be easier for police to capture a pack of convicts rather than an individual.
He ran through brooks and streams to cut off his scent from any Bloodhounds that maybe in chase. His was tired, breathless, and hungry when finally he spotted a gray sedan parked along a lone roadside. Gardner breathed a sigh of relief as he approached the man inside the car carefully and cautiously.
"Bout time you showed up..." said the man as Gardner jumped into the passenger's seat. "...I was just getting ready to leave!"
"Leave...?" asked Gardner, doubtfully. "...and risk me telling the cops that YOU helped me escape? That it was YOU that led me through the correct tunnels from the prison? I doubt it!"
"Yeah, whatever! Where's the rest of my money? You said I'd get more money if I helped you escape?"
"Oh don't worry, officer Dobbins, --you'll get what's coming to you!" said Gardner, as they sped off down the road and out of sight.
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