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/46 TRANSITION
Pt-1
Things started to quite back down to normal after the escaped convicts were apprehended. Both Alan Cooper and Donald Blake were killed by state troopers while trying to evade police. Joseph Justine was taken into police custody and questioned by Authorities about the whereabouts of Bruce Gardner who was still on the run. A manhunt was issued for him as former friends on the police force were notified to report any contact he may make with them.
Warden Ellis focused his attentions on the prison, leaving the manhunt up to the Feds. He knew it would just be a matter of time before Gardner was killed or captured, the first being his preference.
He'd found a new way to pass the time by allowing new religious members from The Brotherhood to exorcise' his demons daily through his penis. Cult members came to his office to give the Warden much needed cleansings' throughout the day, leaving very little for his usual mouth-piece (Rick McDoogle) to do while he sat in the waiting room to be used.
Pt-2
Having been touched by an angle (last chap), David Rodriguez obsessed over the Brotherhood, wanting to become a Cult member himself. He made an appointment to meet with the Warden as well as the lead Brother (Brother Paul), in the Warden's office.
Ellis made time to see David after the unusual loss of his father. Ellis felt sorry for the boy as he had no answers to who killed him. David expressed a need to join the Brotherhood after having a divine exorcism with one of the Monks. Ellis fought back a laugh at the boy's testimony, as all he got was a blow job. But Brother Paul witnessed that David was appointed membership by his father, and sought the Warden's permission to grant David access into their teachings.
"I can't allow the boy to leave the prison grounds..." stated Ellis, firmly. "...despite his new found religion, he's still a criminal serving his mandatory time in a state correctional unit!"
"He doesn't have to leave the prison Warden Ellis, he just needs a few hours a day to practice and learn our beliefs. We can do that in the Chapel." informed Brother Paul.
"I'm not sure I want to your group starting up a new religion here in the Penitentiary." said Ellis. "I'm already getting complaints from inmates who felt violated when your Monks tried to..., `cleanse' them against their wills."
"Every religion has its non-believers and skeptics, Warden..., we can't let that be a deterrent to men like this boy here who has found his purpose in life! Would you deny him the chance to devote his life to a high power, simply because you chose to not believe? Would you condemn him back to a life of crime once released back on the streets, rather than an opportunity to thrive and prosper inside a religion that will care for him and his needs?"
Ellis listened to Brother Paul's poppycock, then turned toward David.
"Are you SURE you want to learn this religion of your own free will? That no one has corrupted or coerced you in any way?" asked Ellis.
"Of course, Warden. If you had been there, you would have felt my father's presence all around me! He was THERE, Warden! I KNOW it!" witnessed David.
Ellis shrugged his shoulders...
"Okay..., he's all yours!" said Ellis, giving permission.
"Great..." said Brother Paul, leading David out of the Warden's office. "...your training will start today! I'll give you the `Divine Culture' to read over, it will tell you of our beliefs and how we can ascend to a higher plane in life through spiritual exorcisms..."
Ellis sat back in his seat and smirked, --did Brother Paul really believe his own mumbo-jumbo?
Pt-3
Cellblock-A...
The Aryan brotherhood had reached a new level of disarray. With Sarge (their original leader) gone, and Terminator (Bruce Gardner) escaped, the Aryans were in desperate need of a new leader.
Oliver (Snake) Ross suggested his former biker buddy Axe take a shot at the helm. Snake convinced Axe that it would be easy for the 200 plus pound powerhouse to bulldoze his way into leadership. With Gardner's men out of the way, there was no one tough enough left to oppose him. When Axe asked Snake why HE didn't try for leadership himself, Snake merely said he wasn't "cut out" to lead, that he made a butter "right hand man" than a leader. Axe sealed the deal with a biker handshake, locking fists in an arm wrestling position.
On the ground floor in the center of the Aryan's cellblock, Axe made the announcement that in the light of recent events told to him by his boy Snake, that he (Axe) would be taking over leadership position in the cellblock, and if anyone had any opposition to that decision, they could meet him in a face to face battle for the title in the Yard.
"What happened to rank?" asked Luke, having formed an alliance with Gardner's leadership. As of rights, HE was next in line to become leader.
"You pussy, Luke! YOU betrayed Sarge's orders and took up with Gardner knowing they killed him!" yelled Snake, angrily.
"Rumor was that YOU killed Sarge, in order to get his position!" said Hammer, standing in the background.
"That's bullshit, and you all know it!" said Snake (referring to his being famed).
"There was a witness!" said Rally, unsure he wanted a friend of Snake's leading the brotherhood.
"Who, Rick?" asked Snake, recalling it was Rick McDoogle's testimony that turned the Aryan's against him (chap-24, pt-2). "Where's that lying cock sucker at?" asked Snake, scanning the cellblock. Someone grabbed Rick by the back of his collar and shoved him forth as he tried to hide behind the crowd of inmates.
Rick stumbled forth, looking painfully frightened now that he didn't have Terminator to back him. Snake grabbed Rick by the collar and dragged him into the center of the room. "You claim to have seen me in Solitary Confinement at the time of Sarge's murder?" he asked, forcibly. Rick McDoogle nearly shit his pants.
"N..nn...no!" yelled Rick, aloud. "Gardner MADE me lie against you, he said he'd have some of his cop friends kill my family if I didn't swear that I saw you in Confinement! It was Gardner who killed Sarge! I saw him go down with the food cart myself!"
The Aryans all murmured about the deception, having blamed Snake and followed the wrong man's leadership. Now it was plainly obvious that Gardner only wanted the leadership to gain knowledge of the hidden tunnels to plan his escape. He never intended to take any of the Aryans (nor his fellow former officers) with him.
"You lying piece of shit...!" snared Snake, shoving Rick to the ground. "...I'll deal with YOUR ass later! Right now, we'd best welcome Axe as our new leader and start forming a new Cartel and gain control over all this lost drug trade! I hear Duke's no longer running the Mandingos!"
"Nope..., he's become prison pussy for the niggers! Much like YOU were for Gardner's men!" said Hammer. Axe looked over at his former bike riding partner.
"YOU were prison pussy?" asked Axe, having no idea.
"Gardner turned everyone in the cellblock against me..., he FORCED me to put out for him and his boys! I fought them all the way!" swore Snake, reading the disapproval glare in Axe's eyes.
"You weren't gonna tell me, were you?" asked Axe, turning on Snake in front of everyone. "You would've let me march right into that Cartel meeting with a pussyboy as my right hand? I would've been laughed right out of the meeting, --if not made into a pussyboy myself!!" yelled Axe, slapping Snake upside the head. "Get away from my, bitch! Ain't no way I'm making you my right hand!"
"You're gonna need someone by your side in the meetings, Axe. I was there for both Gardner and Sarge!" offered Luke, sensing opportunity.
"So you pledged you allegiance to the cop-pigs, and you want to be praised for it? Fucking trader!" snarled Axe, disgusted by most of the men in the cellblock. He eyed all of them, all losers in his eyes. Then he spotted Roc (Malecee Cortez) standing in the background listening. "YOU!" he said, pointing to the far back of the block. Everyone turned around to see Roc leaning against one of the cells. "I want YOU as my right hand!"
"Me?" asked Roc. "What the fuck for?"
"Because we came in on the same bus..., and I can't trust any ONE of these motherfuckers!" stated Axe. "You in or out?"
Cortez thought for a minute. His undercover work was to find what was happening to the inmates Malik claimed were missing, not running drug deals for Aryan member. But then again, he was on his own in here, and needed to establish a name for himself. What better way to be known than as a leader's right hand?
"Sure. Whatever." agreed Roc reluctantly, unsure of what he was getting himself into.
Pt-4
Members of the Mandingos were also current without a leader. Having turned on and deflowered their former leader Duke Daniels, they were a group without a purpose. Genuwine (real name: Christopher Ford) reluctantly took over Duke's role, taking what he knew of Duke's organized ring and electing himself as acting leader with the backing of Duke's men; Marvin Rollins, Ray Sherman (aka Amahd), Killer-Pete, and Wyome.
Duke himself was elected the group's newest pussie-boi, having been moved into Marvin's cell for nightly injections and training. He'd been fucked by practically every man in B and C cellblocks, his once respected straight ass now an open door for any hard dick the Mandingos make him take. Men lined up by the dozens to get their dicks in Duke's muscled ass, fucking him repeatedly and making him cum himself multiple times. At night Marvin Rollins put Duke's ass through the ringer, throat and butt fucking his former boss with his gigantic 10 inch manhood until Duke was choking on his thick loads. There was no denying that Duke relished having his ass fucked, no matter how many men fucked him and creamed in his tightly stretch bunghole, his thick 10 and 1/2 inch dick was always hard and ready, signifying his true need to be fucked down like a common hoe.
Duke's life as a Cartel leader and head kingpin would never be the same. Once word got out on the streets that Duke was pussie, all of his old contacts dropped their association. He would no longer hold the status he once held, for now and forever more he would be a slave to dick, fucking and sucking any hardon that was presented in front of him. Men Duke had fucked previously joyously enacted their revenge by face fucking him and making him choke on their loads, or pulling out to paint his face and bald head in hot cum. Many fucked his high round ass, leaving gobs and gobs of discarded cum clogging in entrails.
Duke loved every minute of his torture. A true bitch in every sense of the word, --his entire demeanor changed literally overnight. He was no longer the head strong rebel who ordered everyone around, now he was the submissive one, taking orders and allowing inmates to use his available holes as they saw fit.
Once word reached the ears of Ellis' office, the Warden couldn't help but order Duke in to see him, --he had to see this spectacle for himself. Once Duke was escorted to his office by prison guards Reinhold and Peachtree, Ellis couldn't help but look and laugh. "Oh but how the mighty have fallen!" he chuckled aloud, --Duke looked a shadow of his former self, a mere shell of the man he once was. Ellis noticed the dried cum stains around Duke's mouth and knew he'd just finished a meal recently. He ordered Peachtree and Reinhold to strap Duke into his Chamber sling and ready him for fucking. Duke's dick sprung rock hard at the thought of getting 3 new dicks inside him as he was led to Ellis' special Chamber in a hidden room beside his office.
Duke had shared many of his pussieboiz with Ellis over the years, now it was his turn to ride on the end of the Warden's dick as a bitch in heat. He own 10 and 1/2 inch mammoth meat leaked pre-cum in anticipation of the fucking to come.
Pt-5
Alex Sanchez couldn't believe his ears when he learned what his lover David Rodriguez had been up to all day. David came home to his cell excited about the Cult and the opportunity he had to join its ranks. Alex was put off by David's depiction of what he called `studying', which seemed to be nothing more than a day of cock sucking Brother Paul and his Brotherhood members.
David described how the Brothers take in all the demons from the exorcisms they perform, and how all the demons gathered up inside them needs to be extricated from them as well at the end of the day. As part of his training, Alex had to learn how to suck the demons from the practitioners, drawing the demons into himself to be disbursed at another time. Alex bragged how he exorcised nearly 20 Monk's on his first day of training. Brother Paul called him a `natural'.
When Alex tried to make David see that the religion was a farce just to accomplish cock sucking for gay Cult members, David got highly offended, claiming that his spiritual oneness with his father had nothing to do with cock sucking! He stormed from the cell angrily, remembering Brother Paul's prophecy that many of his friends will oppose him becoming spiritual vessel for god.
Alex ran to Raul's cell, interrupting Raul's special moment with his new lover Marcellus Vasquez.
Marcellus and Raul were locked in an intimate embrace. A sheet was placed up against the bars to insure privacy as Marcellus licked his way down Raul's body to suckle his 6 inch uncut dick. Raul groaned softly when Marcellus took his meat into his mouth and began gently sucking up and down the shaft.
Marcellus had been a member of the Rootboiz gang for sometime now, but was always afraid to approach Raul as he never seemed to be the kind of man who'd mess around with other guys. But Marcellus caught glimpses of how Raul acted with Alex Sanchez, and knew something was up between them. When word came down that Alex had betrayed Raul and joined up with David and David's dad, Marcellus knew it was his time to strike while the iron was hot. He gave Raul an offer he couldn't refuse, offering him unlimited sexual service for a bid as Alex's replacement.
Marcellus was in the mist of feeding on Raul's ball juice when Alex came rushing into his cell uninvited.
"Raul..., you need to talk to your br...!!"
Alex stopped cold when he saw Marcellus lift his head from Raul's stiff shaft, the remnants of his sperm still fresh on Marcellus' lips. "Oh..., sorry."
"Alex...!" said Raul, staying in the same position. "...you really need to knock before entering!"
"Definitely!" said Marcellus, licking the seed from his lips.
Alex and Marcellus' eyes locked. Marcellus was Raul's new boi now, Alex no longer lay claim. Marcellus was like a lion staking its claim, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger.
"What can I do for you?" asked Raul, sliding from under Marcellus' body. Alex could see the slighted look on Marcellus' face, being cast aside for Alex's urgency had to hurt.
"It's David, Raul..., he's been brainwashed by that religious Cult! He wants to become a member!"
"No fucking way!!" yelled Raul angrily, throwing on his pants and his wife beater. "Those religious nuts ain't nothing but a buncha cock suckers! Ain't no way in HELL David's getting mixed up with them!"
"David's a grown man, Raul..., isn't it HIS business what faith he chooses to believe?" asked Marcellus. Raul looked at Marcellus as if he'd just called his mother out of name.
"David's my brother!" reminded Raul. "If anybody, and I mean ANYbody, EVER tried to take advantage of him, I'd KILL `EM! ANYBODY!" yelled Raul, causing the hairs on Marcellus and Alex's necks to stand up straight. Alex had a fearful thought pass through his mind. He grabbed Raul by the arm and pulled him over into a corner of the cell away from Marcellus' ears.
"Raul..." he said, his eyes wide with fear and worry. "...did you..." he swallowed hard, scared of the answer he might get. "...did you..., kill...Romero? Did you kill your father?"
Raul said nothing, but his silence screamed volumes in Alex's ears. Raul could see the fear in Alex's eyes, he turned his head so he wouldn't have to witness it. Alex touched Raul gently on his shoulder, feeling the weight of his pain. "Don't worry Ra'..." he whispered under his breath. "...I won't tell anyone. Not even David."
Raul grabbed Alex, hugging him tightly as Marcellus watched in jealousy. He could see them whispering, but couldn't hear what they were talking about. Marcellus thought Alex was trying to worm his way back in Raul's heart, and knew he'd have to do something to cut the dragon off at the head.
Pt-6
In the Aryan's Block, Axe took Roc under his wing in an attempt to get to know him better. Roc was skeptical, knowing Axe was bad news. He kept his guard up as he listened to Axe talk about the direction he wanted to take the Aryans in. As a showing of peace and trust between him and his new right hand, he offered up Snake as their personal private bitch.
Snake was disturbed to find himself in the same boat as before, pussyboy for the Aryan leader and his closest men. Snake pleaded with Axe to spare him the indignity, going back to their days in the same bike gang where they used to rob convenient stores and fuck barmaids on top of pool tables together. Axe laughed at the old forgotten memories, then threw Snake to his hands and knees and told him to suck his dick "for old times sake, buddy!"
Snake couldn't believe that his old buddy was treating him like a piece of worthless meat. Reluctantly he reached up and unbuckled Axe's belt, hefting out the erection he'd seen forced in so many women over the years. He leaned forward, knowing he had little choice but to take the cock into his mouth.
"Check this out, Roc..., you gotta get yourself some of this mouth man, let this piece of slime shit suck a good load outta your balls! Make a new man outta ya!"
Roc watched as Axe grabbed the back of Snake's head and forced his mouth all the way down on his meat. Snake swallowed the cock almost effortlessly, having had plenty practice sucking Gardner's boys. Roc couldn't believe how Axe treated Snake (his supposed long lost friend). Snake and Axe had been boiz for a long time as biker buddies, but here Axe was shoving his dick down his throat like an old enemy or a total stranger. Roc knew Axe was not someone to trust, he'd turn on his own mother if she were man enough for the Penn.
Snake felt Axe's dick penetrating his throat, forcing its way deep down into his esophagus with each and every plunge. Snake felt humiliated to be treated as such by a former friend, and equally shamed in front of new prison inmate.
But while he felt totally disrespected and used, he couldn't help but get excited at the same time. After months of getting his throat and ass fucked by Gardner's boys, he'd grown a certain fondness for sucking cock and getting fucked which his rock hard erection couldn't hide.
Axe wasn't the type of man who really gave a damn what others thought or how they felt. If Axe wanted ass, he usually took it, no questions asked. Men, women, even children had fallen prey on the end of his cock with or without their permission.
He held his former biker buddy by the stringy greasy hairs of his head and face fucked him as if in a face fucking contest. Snake felt the hard cock pummel his throat repeatedly as he hammered his mouth harder and harder, never once letting up his stroke as he forced his friend to gobble down every inch of his steely manhood. He could tell by the ease of which his cock plunged the throat column that Snake was indeed quite used to giving head. It angered him that a road buddy of his would allow himself to be put in such a bitch-boy position as this. Axe grit his teeth and tightened his grip as he humped Snake's face harder, his hairy musky pelvic bone banging into Snake's nose like a tattoo.
"Take that mutherfucking cock, faggot! Eat that biker dick!" growled Axe, getting closer and closer to climax. "To think I nearly let your punk ass be my right hand man! Only job I can take your ass on is a cock sucking job! You ain't worth shit, --you never was!"
Snake groaned shamefully as his friend growled out insults at him, pulling and yanking his sore head back and forth along the shaft of his cock as he fucked the open throat with wild untamed thrusts. "Yeh..., I'm about to CUM, dickwad!" he announced, hammering the throat deeper. "You're gonna take every fuckin' ounce of my scum! I'm gonna shoot it right down into your fuckin' throat..., NOW!!" yelled Axe, throwing his head back as he quickly jabbed in and out of Snake's open mouth.
"uuhhkkk...uuhhhkkk...kkhhhjjkkk...!!" choked Snake as the cum came gushing from his friend's cock and balls.
Axe never stopped thrusting as his cock shot warm coats of thick cum down Snake's aching throat. His dick continued to pummel through the open oral ring as he shot load after load of slimy biker juice into his mouth.
"AHHH, fuck yeh!!" smiled Axe, looking over at Roc. "YOU need to get yourself some of this mouth, boy! It's like dumping down a hooker's throat!"
"Naw..., I'm cool." said Roc, not wanting to participate.
Axe stopped thrusting, holding Snake's head in his hands as his dick finished cumming in his mouth.
"What man don't wanna blow his load..., especially in prison when ain't no pussy around?" he asked, suspiciously. "You don't want no mouth now, you ain't want no ass earlier..." (chap-42, pt-2). "...what you, some kinda religious freak or something?"
"Naw..." said Roc, trying to think of a good excuse why he ain't want to participate. "...I just ain't down with sticking my dick in another guy, is all! That's what womens'r for!"
Axe laughed, resuming his thrusts.
"Look around ya partner, ain't no ladies here! You gonna be holding onto THAT load for the next 5 years or more if you don't learn to start looking at men as potential pussy!" he said, feeding Snake his load.
"I'll survive." said Roc, watching the two bikers as if they were circus animals.
"You'll get over that attitude when your cock gets so hard that it feel like its gonna bust!" joked Axe, slapping his soft dick against Snake's face.
Pt-7
Warden Ellis sat behind his desk, signing important papers which his secretary had just brought in. She hovered over his desk like an insect, pointing at each line he had to sign as she looked at her watch. It was nearly 5 o'clock (quitting time), and she had a date with a bottle of Jack Daniels in her tiny lonely apartment.
After signing the last page, she quickly gathered up all the papers for filing or mailing, and scurried from the office. "Good night, Warden" she said, closing his door behind her.
Ellis pushed himself back from his desk and stood up. A large prominent bulge tented the front of his pants where his hardon lay. He started to undo his tie as he walked over to the bookshelf in his office. Reaching between the shelves, he pressed a small hidden button causing the wall to slide open to reveal his secret `Chamber'.
Inside lay former Cartel boss Duke Daniels, lying face up in a black leather sling suspended from the ceiling in chains. Ellis snickered to himself as he looking at Duke lying there helpless, his big thick shinny muscular body wet with sweat and cum. Duke's arms and legs were chained in to prevent movement as he head lay back and his eyes blindfolded.
Ellis had left Duke in his Chamber, under the charge of his trusted security guards. He could see by the large amounts of sperm dripping from Duke's overly abused hole that his prison guards have had their way with Duke. The prison inmate's elephant large dick lay brick hard on his stomach with anticipation of more fucking.
Ellis whipped off his tie and flung it onto the back of a nearby chair, as did he his crisp white dress shirt and slacks.
"You really look pathetic there, Duke..., reduced to nothing more than one of your very own pussieboiz!" said Ellis, wanting him to know who was about to fuck him next. Duke's dick jumped several times, oozing pre-cum at the thought of Warden Ellis fucking his bitch hole. "We used to have a very lucrative arrangement, Duke...now I'm forced to split your earning with another one of your men, --Genuwine! He's seemed to have taken over your duties as prison Kingpin..., and I've given him and his men my total cooperation."
Duke barely heard anything Ellis said as he lay in the sling waiting to be fucked. His ears and senses were tuned to the room, listening not to Ellis words, but his movements. He could hear the strip of his clothing, the sound of his zipper, the removal of his dress shoes, and the approach of his feet as he neared closer. Duke gripped the chains suspending him from the ceiling as his asshole throbbed wantonly. He prepared himself for another fucking, his body now craving the thick curve of dick. He practically held his breath as Ellis walked up to the edge of the sling and aimed his meaty 8 inch uncut fat dick up to the cummy hole. Duke licked his thick swollen sperm scented lips as he stared into the dark fold covering his eyes. He felt Ellis pause his meaty sword right outside the ring of his hole...teasing him.
"Fuck me, man! C'mon! Fuck me!!" demanded Ellis.
"Oh you're fucked already...!" said Ellis, deciding Duke's fate as he rammed his dick all the way up into the inmate's gut with one mighty thrust.
"AARRHHHHH...!!" yelled Duke, the dick bursting through his wet ring like a battering ram.
Ellis ground his pelvis into Duke's wet butt cheeks, churning his dark meaty lance around in Duke's ass before pulling back and shoving forth with his hips. Duke gasped and groaned as the fat dick moved in and out of him, effectively butt fucking him as he thrust hard into the muscular man's buttock.
"You remember our arrangement, right Duke?" asked Ellis, fucking hard into Duke's ass with slapping force. "YOU create the pussieboiz while I sell them off to the Prison Plantation Camps and we split the profits?" Duke groaned erotically as Ellis' dick pummeled his insides, scratching that hateful unreachable itch deep inside his innards. "Remember how you and your men would fuck a man into submission, pass him around the prison until his asshole resembled a women's pussy and he knew nothing else but how to take good care of a man's dick? Well, that's YOU now hommie. YOU're the new pussieboi up for sell, and I don't see no reason why I can't sell your body as well as I can any other worthless inmate around here!"
Duke said nothing in his own defense as his body was fucked by the Warden. He merely groaned and grunted from each deep plunge, his innards and asshole sucking sweetly along the fat length of the prison head.
Ellis had plans for Duke. He smiled to himself as he looked down at the once powerful inmate, his big boss body now nothing but a cum dispenser for convicts. Duke would sell for a pretty penny. Those Mid-Western cowboys paid well for ethnic inmates, looking to transport them up to their neck of the woods for fun in the sun. Ellis wasn't exactly sure what happened to the inmates once they actually left his prison, and rightly he didn't care. But he knew he wouldn't want to be in any of their shoes, especially a big muscular nigga like Duke, --lord knows what those rednecks would do to a man Duke's size and stature?
Ellis continued to plunge into Duke's ass with increasingly hard, fast thrusts. Duke loved every inch of the Warden's fat dick as it penetrated and pulverized his anal innards, causing discarded spooge to drip endlessly from his gaping hole.
Ellis could see how turned on Duke was just by looking at the reaction of his big dick. The 10 and 1/2 inch monster dong throbbed wildly with each plunge Ellis' hips made into his ass. His thick muscles bulged and flexed as his body jerked and tensed under the heavy poundage put upon him. The sling swung back and forth, helping to propel his ass on the fat erection as Ellis humped harder.
Duke gripped the chains tighter as his straining dick pulsed just above his muscular stomach. A few short thrusts later, Duke's mammoth dick was spewing his own semen across his dark skin chest, painting his erect nipples white with cum.
Ellis watched as he fucked a load from the drug dealer. He hammered even harder when he felt the anal ring flex around his piston shaft. After a few dozen more thrusts, he shoved all the way in and came a geyser of juice up the inmate's tortured ass. Ellis tried to hold back his passion as he came, his thick dick pumping out hot fresh batches of potent sperm deep inside the steamy wet bowels.
Duke squeezed his anal lips around the dick base, milking the shaft for all its worth as he hung there basking in the glow. Disgusted, Ellis yanked his dick from the gaping hole and walked away. "Some of my guards will be back to fuck you some more and take you down to transport to your new home. Have fun." said Ellis emotionlessly as he gathered up his clothes and closed Duke off behind the sealed wall of his Chamber.
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