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/51 DARK DAY
Pt-1
PRISON LIBRARY
Muhammad Shaheed sat at one of the prison's community computers, looking up research on the religious cult `The Brotherhood'. He was not surprised to find that The Brotherhood's founder (Brother Paul Gordon) had been previously arrested and convicted on charges of fraud and duping people of their life's savings and properties.
While taking notes from articles dating back several years, he saw lots of activity going on down the last aisle where prison librarian Copper Jewel (Gramps) used to reside as the resident `head-giver'.
Muhammad was surprised by the amount of men that came in solely to use the old toothless man's mouth before moving on. Hardly anyone checked out books, or used one of the library's 3 available computers. They all piled in for a blow job from the legendary Gramps (whom had been incarcerated for the past 30 yrs for killing his wife and kids while on a cocaine binge).
Muhammad gathered up his papers and information before closing down the computer. Wandering back towards the exit, he remembered hearing how old Gramps died of a heart attack during the prison Riots. Someone else must have taken his seat in the `sucking chair' after his death.
Curiously Muhammad turned back into the library and casually made his way down to the last aisle. One guy walked past him, hastily zipping his pants as he rushed by the Muslim urgently. Another man had already taken his place and was face fucking the new librarian in Gramp's old chair.
Muhammad could hear the sucks and slurps as the man labored over the dick in his mouth, but he couldn't see his face which was shielded by the man standing before him. Muhammad could hear grunts and groans as the man standing humped frantically into the open mouth. After 2 dozen or so fast thrusts, Muhammad heard him grunt his orgasm into the sitting man's mouth as masses of hot cum exploded into his mouth.
"Yeh man! Damn dawg! Thas wha' I'm talkin' bout"! shouted the inmate, yanking his dick from the mouth as he turned to leave. "Sup dawg?" asked the inmate, nearly running into Muhammad as he practically ran from the aisle.
In the seat Muhammad now had a clear view of 34 yr old Davis Wood, wiping the drool from his chin with his forearm. He looked up at Muhammad with lust filled eyes, the front of his shirt soaking wet with saliva, drool, and cum droppings. "You next...?" he asked, barely conscious. Muhammad knew instantly that he was high on drugs.
"What're you doing in here, Davis? This ain't you, man! You need to get a good look at youself my brutha...!" scorned Muhammad.
"He's right where he needs to be, m'brotha!" said Mason Miller (Davis' brutal cellmate), stepping out from the shadows. Muhammad stepped backwards defensively as he eyeballed Mason's quiet approach. "Davis here loves suckin' dick..., ain't that right bitch?" asked Mason, rubbing his hand over Davis' head, making him nod his head `yes'. "See..., he likes being here. YOU looking for something...?" asked Mason, looking down at Muhammad's crotch. "My boi here can slob yur knob for a small fee! Best head in the place, since he has no teeth!"
Muhammad's eyes widened as he focused in on Davis' mouth, realizing he had no teeth left in the front of his mouth.
"You broke out his teeth...??" asked Muhammad, rushing in to aid.
Mason pushed Muhammad back forcibly, nearly knocking him over.
"Mind yur own business, ole head! This here ain't none of yur concern!" insisted Mason.
"This MAN is no one's property, you have no right to force him into this kind of slavery!" argued Muhammad, reaching in to help Davis. That's when Mason pulls a shank from his pants, and stabs Muhammad in the gut 3 times. "Should've minded yur own fuckin' business, dawg!!" yelled Mas', running from the scene as Muhammad fell to the floor clutching his stomach and bleeding from the gut.
Pt-2
At that very moment in the Aryan cell block, ex-police officer Joseph Justine was still getting his ass waxed by members of the Aryan Nation. They piled into his tiny cell and butt rammed him around the clock, filling him with piss, cum, fists, spit, bruises, and whatever else they felt necessary.
Morgan Holloway (Axe) was just finishing up blowing his latest wad of scum into the ex-cop's bowels when he yanked his 8+ inch cock from the dank hole in disgust. His entire shaft was covered in untold amounts of inmate DNA as gobs of semen dripped from his prize possession. He summoned Oliver Ross (Snake) over to clean his cock. The former biker quickly got down onto his knees and took Axe's fat prick into his mouth and began cleaning. "Fuckin' pains me to know I ever befriended a weak groveling cock sucker like you!" said Axe honestly, hating that he and Snake were once `thick as thieves'. "Wish I knew you were a cock sucking faggot back then..., I would've been butt fuckin' yur sorry pussy a long time ago!"
Snake said nothing in his defense as he continued to suck the slime from his former friend's cock, tasting the stale cum along the shaft from previous fucks up the ex-cop's hole. After a few minutes Axe pulled his semi-hard cock from Snake's disappointed mouth and pissed his face before shoving him back on his ass. Snake shook his head, flinging piss drops from his hairy face and hair as he watched Axe reached into his pant leg and pulled out a shank. Snake's eyes widened with fear until Axe turned toward Justine who was lying face down on his cum soaked mattress, his naked pale white body bright with bruises and bite marks from the beatings he took from multiple rapists.
Axe walked up to the bed as Justine automatically spread his legs to allow another fucking, he was so mentally screwed over that he didn't even pretend to fight anymore, he'd let the Aryans fuck and abuse him anyway they saw fit for as long as they wanted to keep him alive. Axe looked down at Justine's bright red creamy ass cheeks and giant fuck red warn cumhole oozing gobs and gobs of thick white Aryan scum, and felt nothing but contempt for the former officer. He hated cops with a vengeance as he leaned down over Justine's back and grabbed a fist full of his greasy wet hair, --yanking it back.
Justine groaned painfully, his sore throat fucked raw and swollen from all the forced deep throating he did. "Fuckin' pig..., see yur ass in hell!!" whispered Axe, poising the shank up to Justine's juggler. Justine felt the tip pierce his skin, drawing blood instantly.
"Wait! Wait..., please!!" begged Justine, his voice a raspy whisper after the damage his throat sustained over the past hours. "Please...I'll do whatever you want! Please don't kill me!"
"Yur already doing whatever we want, bitch!" snapped Axe, pausing his attack just long enough to tell Justine he was worthless and had no chance of saving himself. "You fuckin' pigs ride around thinkin' yur the shit, stopping people and arresting them like you think yur god or something! Like yur own shit don't stink! I've fucked cops before, made them my pussyboys and tag teamed them with my biker buddies..., but I never KILLED a cop before, so be happy officer Justine, yur my very first cop murder!"
"No wait! Wait, please!!" begged Justine for mercy as Axe gripped his hair tighter and prepared to plunge the shank into his neck. "I know one of the Aryans in your group's a cop!" blurted Justine, just as Axe was bringing down his executioner's hand.
"What'd you say?" he asked, stopping himself just before the shank made contact. Justine started crying and panting, his sad young pathetic life flashing before his eyes. Axe pulled harder on his hair, trying to yank it out from the roots. "Tell me what the fuck you just said, cop..., or I swear I'll make yur death the most painful and brutal death you've ever known!"
"C..C..Cortez!!" yelled Justine, forcing his voice box to work. "I...I...I saw officer Cortez standing outside the cell, watching me get fucked while in an inmate's uniform! He's a cop! I used to work with him at the Precinct! (`Precinct-23' to be more accurate). He...he must be working here, undercover for some reason!"
"Who?" asked Axe, trying to picture all the men who stood around Justine's cell waiting to fuck him. "Which one is it?!" he asked, pulling Justine's head back so far that his neck began to hurt.
"I don't know what name he's going by here! I...I could point him out to you!!" offered Justine, feeling Axe's fist release his hair as he fell back down on the bed sobbing.
"Yur punk ass better not be lyin' officer Justine..." warned Axe, gripping his shank tightly as the need to kill someone grew stronger in his gut.
"I'm not! I'll show him to you!" cried Justine, happy to prolong his life if only for a few more hours.
Pt-3
In C-Block, 39 yr old Cameron Winter (Abdul) plays a friendly game of chess with fellow former Muslim 32 yr old Raymond Sherman (Amahd) in his jail cell. Barely 20 minutes into the game, another inmate came rushing into the Block with bad news about Muhammad. Quickly word began to spread that he had been stabbed and taken to the prison infirmary. By the time it got to Cameron, his diagnosis was bleak. Cameron jumped up from the table (knocking the chess pieces over) and immediately rushed to the medical center to see for himself. As Ray began picking the chess pieces up off the floor, 30 yr old Mason Miller walked casually into Ray's cell and sat down at the table.
"Feel like a game?" he asked, calmly.
"uh..., sure. Why not?" asked Ray, putting the pieces back in order on the board.
"So what's all the buzz about?" asked Mason, moving his first piece.
"Seems someone stabbed Muhammad." answered Ray, moving his first piece as well.
"hmm..." said Mason, unaffected. "...somebody must've really had an axe to grind with the brutha?" he said casually.
"Maybe..." said Ray, studying Mason's facial expressions.
"Or maybe somebody paid a brutha to take `em out?" said Mason, smiling brightly.
"What guarantee I got that Muhammad won't be coming back?" asked Ray, pulling out his black knight.
"Thrust me, that brutha ain't getting' back up!" assured Mason, moving his next piece. "When I put a brutha down, he stay down!"
"Let's hope so." said Ray, reaching down into his sock for his MP3 Player. "Here you go..." he said, handing Mas' the small handheld musical device.
"Dude must've done something really bad to you to want him dead...?" questioned Mason curiously, looking over the object appreciatively. Raymond said nothing as he moved his next piece, taking away one of Mason's pawns.
Pt-4
Cameron sat outside the medical office in the prison's infirmary for over an hour before someone finally came out to give him the bad news that Muhammad Shaheed (aka Derek Bright) died from internal injuries. Cameron cried openly as the news hit him like a ton of bricks.
"These are his personal effects he had on his person when he came in..." informed the male nurse comforting Cameron. "...I thought maybe you might want to have them."
Cameron took the plastic baggy full of Muhammad's things and sat down in the nearest chair. Inside was a small pocket Quran, a picture of his family and children, and notes Muhammad had been working on at the time of his death. Cameron read the reports of Brother Paul's prison incarceration back before he opened his new religious compound. Cameron jumped up from his seat and rushed right over to the prison Chapel.
Inside the Chapel Monks from the Brotherhood were trying hard to keep up with demand. The number of inmates quadrupled since the Chapel first opened some weeks ago. Inmates waited in long lines for `cleansings' the Monks performed for them in small rooms.
In one booth Brother Fisher was sucking madly upon one of the Aryan members dicks, swallowing him root deep into the very back of his throat before being rewarded with his demon seed for his efforts. Brother Fisher quickly gobbled down the salty contents before ushering the Aryan out for the next exorcism to take place.
Another booth held Brother Lewis, whom got his throat deeply fucked by one of the Mandingos (Wyome). Wyome held the Monk by the sides of his head while he pulverized his talented throat with his bloated manhood. Brother Lewis held on tight as his face was fucked vigorously by the long 9 inch black snake until Wyome's balls finally departed a hot load, blasting Lewis' tonsils with thick ropey gobs of slick cum.
Not far away Brother David Rodriguez was getting butt fucked royally by prison inmate Andrew (Dre) Williams. Dre had become quite fond of David Rodriguez's ass (since fucking him in chap-48, pt-8), and took to coming to the Chapel daily to shove his big prick up the inmate's newly reformed Monk's ass and rid himself of a few freshly heated demon sperms. David took the fucking gracefully as he allowed the black inmate to pound away at his ass in standing position with him facing the back wall. Dre pounded into David's ass for a full 28 minutes before he finally dumped 2 huge loads of convict cum deep into his massaging rectum. Upon leaving he pulled his spent dick from the Rican's hole and slapped the religious man firmly on the ass. "See you again tomorrow!" he announced before leaving satisfied.
Cameron Winter came barreling down the corridor to the prison Chapel like a bat out of hell. Inmates argued that he needed to be at the "back of the line" instead of cutting in front of them. But Cameron was on a mission, and undeterred by anyone holding a gripe in line merely to get their dicks sucked.
"Where's Brother Paul?" he asked, grabbing the first Monk he came across.
"I...I'm not sure...!" said the Monk, slightly shaken by the inmate's urgency. "If...if it's a cleansing you want, maybe one of the other Brothers could service you...?" he offered, nervously.
"I don't want no fucking cleansing!" yelled Cameron, agitated. "And I don't want my fucking dick sucked either! I want Paul Gordon! Where IS he?"
"I'm here...!" said Brother Paul, coming out of one of the prayer booths with an inmate. "What seems to be the trouble?" he asked as the inmate zipped his pants and parted company.
"THESE!!!" yelled Cameron, handing up the reports Muhammad had been researching.
Brother Paul looked down at them and frowned.
"Where did you get these?" he asked, knowing his past would eventually come back to bite him in the ass.
"It's what Muhammad was working on before you had him killed!" assumed Cameron.
"Whoa...! Killed? I had nothing to do with any murders!" defended Paul, drawing the line at conning and swindling people out of their hard earned doe.
"Who else would want to see Muhammad dead?" asked his former lover.
"You think I did this?? I don't even know this Muhammad...!" insisted Paul.
"He went to the Warden to try to have your fake religion removed from the prison! Is THAT why you had him killed?" asked Cameron, fuming hot as a crowd started to gather around them.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" insisted Brother Paul, sensing danger. "Call security...!" he whispered to one of his followers. Just then one of the inmates witnessing the argument went off.
"These mother fucker's killed Muhammad??" he asked, catching the tail end of the argument. "Fuck that..!!" he added, punching Brother Paul in the mouth.
A huge fight broke out as inmates started to fight, seemingly in defense of Muhammad's death. Cameron tried to stop the inmates from beating on the Monks, but many of them had already had anger issues and were beyond rhyme or reason as they started to rape the Monks right there in the open.
"This isn't right!" yelled Cameron, watching angry inmate opportunists take advantage of the weaker Monks as they shoved their hard dicks in tight wet holes and fucked them extra rough and hard. "This isn't what Muhammad would've wanted...!" cried Cameron, feeling responsible. "...this isn't how to honor his memory...!!"
"Give it a rest, Abdul..., they're not listening!" said Raymond Sherman (Amahd), pulling Cameron out of harms way.
"This ain't what was supposed to happen!" cried Cameron, feeling the loss of his lover and friend as he watched the Monks getting brutally fucked over and beaten.
"I know..." said Raymond, pulling Cameron close to him. "...don't worry, --I'm here for you now!" smiled the 6 foot 2 inch former Muslim.
Pt-5
An emergency meeting of the Cartel members were called to order by one of the new leaders (Axe). With the prison staff cut in half for the night crew, each Cartel leader and his appointed henchmen are escorted from their cells after `lights out' by prison guard and met up in another closed secure area in the prison's kitchen without interference. In attendance were: Axe and Roc (undercover officer Malecee Cortez), Genuwine and Marvin, and Carlos (still acting in his brother's behalf) and Pablo.
"What the fuck's going on?" asked Genuwine, walking into the meeting room with his boi Marvin by his side. "I'd just got my new shipment of porno movies, and was about to watch them while getting head from my new bitch! What could be so fucking important?"
"Well..." said Axe, taking control of the meeting. "...since we all got off on the right foot last week at our first meeting, I decided to give the Cartel further evidence of my allegiance by bringing you all a gift!"
"A gift?" asked Carlos, wondering what was up Axe's sleeve.
"We're all here for one reason or another because of cops! Cops ruined our lives and stole our freedom! I have in my possession a former cop, one you all might've heard of.." Axe made a gesture to some unseen eyes which brought in former police officer Joseph Justine from a hidden background.
All the Cartel members turned to see Justine being escorted into the meeting room by 2 guards (35 yr old Don McGee, and 30 yr old Jerry Cobbs). Roc (Cortez) watched nervously as the 2 guards dragged Justine in and laid him roughly in a table where he was quickly stripped naked. Cortez was shocked to see 2 prison guards participating in shady Cartel business. Surely Ellis' men were guilty of working both sides of the fence if he wasn't.
Upon stripping Justine naked, the 2 guards left, leaving Justine under the inmate's mercy. Cortez tried to stand back out of Justine's visual range as Axe and other members closed in around him.
"This one of Gardner's surviving buddies?" asked Marvin Rollins, amused by Justine's helplessness.
"The one and only!" said Axe. "My gift to you!"
"To us?" asked Carlos, confused. "What the fuck kinda gift is this?"
"Ever wanna fuck a cop over for fuckin' with you and yur family?" asked Axe, causing Carlos and the others to wonder. "Now's yur chance! Here's a fuckin' cop right here at yur disposal! He'll do whatever we want, cause he knows his life's in our hands!"
"I always wanted to dick one'a those muthafukers down!" admitted Pablo, rubbing his crotch.
"Me two!" admitted Genuwine, recalling the cop that arrested him.
"Now's yur chance!" encouraged Axe, causing all eyes to fall upon the fallen officer. "Me and my boys already lined his hole up the past few days with all the Aryan cream our balls could muster! I thought you boys might like a chance at bagging a cop-pig before we slit this mother fucker's throat, and throw him down the stairwell where he and his kind belong!"
Cortez felt a chill run up his spine at the vivid depiction.
"You want US to fuck your white-boy cop...before you kill him?" asked Genuwine, clearly.
"Yeh." answered Axe.
"And when our DNA's found all up in the body, then what?" asked Gen, skeptically.
"Look..., this pig's got so much cum up in him that the test won't be able to pinpoint nobody!" insisted Axe. "Hell, I've even got 3 loads up in his ass!"
"And what about your boi?" asked Marvin, looking over at Roc.
"He will..." added Axe, confidently.
"Fuck..., I say let's get down to business!" cheered Pablo, ready for fuck some cop butt.
He was the first one to approach the prone officer. Joseph Justine said nothing as the puertorican convict walked up to him and grabbed him roughly by the ankles before pulling his naked body down to the edge of the table. "You bout to get some hot Rican cum up in that lilly-white ass, bitch! How you feel about that?" he teased, pulling his erection from his pants.
Justine prepared himself for another gang bang as Pablo lined his hardon up with his asshole, then shoved.
"Yeeeahhhh boi..., thas what I'm talking' bout!!" cheered Pablo, shoving his entire dick inside.
Justine had been butt fucked by tens of inmates since his incarceration. Pablo's dick bore straight through his asshole to bury deep within his battered gut. Justine felt the cock penetrate, but felt very little pain as his anal walls had been so severely stretched. "Fuck this pig's got one juicy pussy!" roared Pablo, loving the silky wet feeling surrounding his stiff ricanhood.
Justine merely lay back and took the fucking, knowing he had little choice of protesting. He felt the puertorican thrusting his hips into him, fucking his sloppy numb hole as he fucked him with 8 solid inches of uncut Hispanic dick.
The others watched, starting to feel the lust build in their loins as they watched the first guy get a piece of raw cop booty. Pablo gripped Justine by his thighs, holding them straight up in the air as he fucked deep into his dripping hole with wet sucking slush noises escaping from the liquefied chute.
Cortez watched all the convicts starting to get horny watching the show. Genuwine was already unzipping his pants, and Marvin was openly rubbing the thick bulge in his. Cortez didn't want to be a part of this scene, but didn't see any way for him to get out of it.
Pablo wasn't wasting any time with fancy moves, he pounded into Justine's bare hole with hard fast strokes. He knew the other inmates were watching him perform, awaiting their turns as he humped into the white cop as if he were one of his baby's mommas. Justine knew Pablo was just one of 6 to fuck him tonight, but he wasn't worried about taking the convict's dicks and thick sauces, he worried what would happen to himself after they were done with him, --once he was no longer needed for service.
Pablo picked up the pace as he started fucking Justine even harder, driving his dick in and out with a blur. After another dozen or so frantic thrusts, he came inside the ex-cop, shooting a wave of thick creamy semen deep into his well fucked vitals. "Aww fuck yeh! Yeh! Yeh, take that Rican cum, cop! Cumming in your wet gringo pussy! Take it dog! Aww, yeh! Fuck!"
As Pablo finished cumming and pulled his shrinking manhood from the dank hole as Carlos stepped up to take his place. He aimed his 7 inch uncut puertorican cock up to the cummy pink ring, and shoved in. Justine had never been fucked by minorities before, --he lay there getting his asshole served by the second Rican as Carlos took his turn up the white man's ass.
"Fuck that honky cop's bitch ass!" yelled Marvin, getting hornier by the second as Carlos took to long dicking Justine with long smooth strokes. "No offense." added the muscled Mandingo, talking to the Aryan men present.
"No offense taken!" lied Axe with a grin. "Cops don't rate a nationality..., they're all the same! Once you've seen one stink fuck prick you've seen `em all!"
"Here-here!" agreed Marvin, taken in one major exception...--(Malik).
"Fuckin' cops ain't shit!" said Carlos, fucking into Justine harder. "I remember they busting into our house when we were kids, looking for my father and some of his friends! They didn't care that the only people home were my mom, my grandma, and us..., they shoved us all to the ground at gun point, making my granny pee her pants!"
"How bout how they pull us over for no good fucking reason, other than the color of our skin? Then they wanna search us illegally and arrest us on some fake ass trumped up charge!" added Genuwine, stroking his hardon angrily.
"Well..., even cops ain't all bad!" joked Axe, getting evil looks from the minorities. "I say ALL cops need to be lined up and butt fucked up the ass before being shot in the head! Ain't no good cop but a dead cop! Rite Roc?"
"Yeah..." agreed Cortez, reluctantly.
Carlos fucked harder into Justine, causing slapping sounds from their crashing flesh to ring out through the room. "Fuck man, his ass is loose as shit...what the fuck you Aryans been doing to him?" he asked, not getting much friction from the stretched anal walls.
"Ever heard of fisting?" asked Axe, with a smile.
"You guys'r fucking freaky as shit!" snarled Genuwine, picturing a fist up someone's ass. "Kinda defeats the purpose of fucking a tight ass hole if it ain't tight, right?"
"Fist size sounds just about right to me!" laughed Marvin, fisting his wrist thick dick.
"YOU would say that!" teased Genuwine.
"Yeh..., I always wanted to know..., why you guys always have such big cocks?" asked Axe, as if asking to be allowed in on some big dark secret.
"It's all in the genetics babee!" laughed Marvin, shaking his 10 inch dick menacingly.
"All black men don't have humongous dicks..., that's just a myth." said Genuwine, holding his modest 7 inch stiffy.
""You're breaking my heart, Genny!" joked Axe.
"Will you nigga's shut up? I'm trying to cum here!" yelled Carlos, trying to concentrate.
"You calling US nigga's??" asked Axe with a chuckle.
Carlos hammered his dick in and out of Justine at a wild and crazy pace. Justine's face frowned at the impact Carlos' pelvis made into his ass cheeks time and time again. Each inward slap signified the implement of his entire shaft. Carlos rammed and rammed until he felt his balls tighten up near his dick base. With a mighty yell, he quickly filled Justine's steaming asshole full of hot Rican cum.
"Bout fucking time!" said Genuwine, eagerly awaiting his turn.
Carlos held his dick up the hot ass until his manhood stopped twitching. Once he was sure his orgasm subsided, he pulled his meat free, allowing Genuwine to take his place.
"Fucking hole looks tapped OUT!" sighed Genuwine, wondering if he'd even get any feeling from the hole at all? Without wasting too much time, he aimed his dick head up to the opening and shoved in. His dick easily sank in balls deep, his pelvis slapping into bare ass. "Fuck man..., it's like a fucking sauna in there!" he gasped, churning his dick around in the hole. Excess cum oozed out around his shaft, coating over his hairy balls as he began to fuck in earnest.
Genuwine always considered himself somewhat of a ladies man. He'd been able to con the panties off women's asses since he was 12. Even in prison he used more fineness then brawn when trying to get into a brutha's pants. He sweet talked his way into David Rodriguez's ass, as well as several other brothas in B & C Blocks. Genuwine always felt `the lovin' was more right' when it was given out of lust than fear. When he fucked a nigga's ass they always (ALWAYS) came back for seconds and thirds.
But Joseph Justine was different, he wasn't someone Genuwine saw and respected as he tried to sweet talk that ass. Justine was a fucking cop, --the worse inmate there could be. Outside they thought they were gods, ruling people's lives and running over the poor and the unfortunate like bulldozers. But inside the prison it was a different story, in here the inmates rule, cops don't mean squat. Justine was about as low on the pole as a homosexual crackhead hoe could go. No one respected a convicted cop, not even the guards. They could do damn near anything they wanted to him (short of murder), and no one would likely be held accountable.
Genuwine fucked Justine with considerable more fight than with other inmate he liked. He saw no real reason to be kind to Justine, as he was what most all the inmates saw collectively as an enemy. He fucked hard into the pale white man's ass with hard deep thrusts, banging his balls repeatedly against his cum slick ass crack as he slammed his dick home again and again.
Justine groaned periodically from the pounding, his ass well accustomed to the rough fucking he got daily from the Aryans. Someone got Genuwine a small stool from the back of the kitchen which he stood on to get better leverage. Once able to press Justine's knees up to his own chest, Genuwine really started to fuck hard into the bare defenseless manhole before him. He rammed and rammed into Justine bareback for over 15 solid minutes of quick fast-pace uninterrupted ball banging sex. Even Justine had to marvel at Genuwine's sex-appeal as he fucked him nonstop with animal like passion. Justine's dick got hard for the first time tonight when Genuwine finally announced he was cumming with a audible grunt.
Justine felt the dick jump and pulse inside his loose hole as the cum poured out of the tip of the dick and re-filled his sloppy gut. When Genuwine finally pulled out, Marvin stepped up to the game.
Justine watched wide-eyed as the big black muscled man got up on the crate between his legs and aimed his elephant dick up to his worn hole. "Here comes the train, bitch!" warned Marvin, ramming his hips forward to bury his entire 10 inch thick dick balls deep up in Justine's shocked gut all at once. "AAARRRHHHH!!!" screamed the ex-officer, his ass stretching to accommodate the huge black phallus.
Marvin pinned Justine's legs up against his strong body, then started to rapidly thrust in and out of his stretched hole. Justine grabbed onto the edges of the table, trying to keep his ass away from the thrusting force of nature. "Where the fuck you think YOU're going??" asked Marvin, dragging him back down to the edge where he belonged.
Everyone watched intently as Marvin fucked Justine a new asshole, ruining the old one by stretching it completely out of shape. Axe didn't care because Justine was about to lose his usefulness. If things went according to plan, by the time all was said and done there would be two dead cops lying on the floor before dawn.
Meanwhile, Marvin was sledge-hammering his way into Justine's body with his powerful hips, pounding so hard that Justine's body bounced on each impact like a victim in a car crash. There was little he could do than just lay there and grunt in agony as his body tried to adjust to Marvin's girth. He withered around in absolute pain, his innards mauled as Marvin quickly went into over-dive and started cause the whole table to shake noisily. Justine screamed and bit his lower lip with determination as he began pushing his ass down to match Marvin's thrusts, causing the wrist thick elephant dick to punch into his intestines voluntarily.
"That's what I'm talking bout Bitch..., fuck me back like you MEAN it!!" encouraged Marvin, knowing it had to hurt the ex-officer like hell to impel himself on such a fat dick.
"Yeah! Yeah..., fuck me! Go on! Take it! Take it!! Give it to me! Bust my ass open with that big nigger cock of yours! Give me your fucking cum, nigger! Give it to me!!" yelled Justine, delirious with pain and lust.
Marvin reached down and gripped his scrawny red-neck.
"Watch who the fuck you calling `nigger', bitch!" warned Marvin, never letting up the anal assault for a second.
"You want to fuck my white ass, nigger? Fuck it! Hurt me if that makes you happy..., but fuck the shit out of me! Show me what you can do!" taunted Justine, feeling he had nothing to lose.
"Oh I'll show you what the fuck I can do...!!" threatened Marvin, grabbing hold of Justine's sweaty hips as he yanked his entire bull cock from the breeding hole. Justine felt a cool bust of air breeze into his heated furnas before Marvin rammed the full length of his dick of death back inside. Justine screamed aloud as Marvin's big bloated balls came crashing into his backside like a collision. The rectal wall blow open as if broken down by a battering ram. When Marvin withdrew again, the anus refused to close as it lay gaping open like the mouth of a cooked oyster. "That what you meant, bitch? This what you wanted?" asked Marvin as Justine lay on the table speechless while his attacker happily fucked into his clay like flesh which molded to his meat like putty.
No one expected Justine to like the rape, but they were all astonished when cum instantly started to shoot from Justine's pulsating cock like a fireworks display. Cum went everywhere as Marvin continued to maul his ass for another 8 more solid minutes before adding his thick copious load to the others.
"AAARRRHHHH, shit! Fuck!" growled Marvin as his balls emptied into the cop.
"Your turn..." said Axe, turning towards Roc once Marvin's orgasm subsided.
"I uh..., I don't think so..." said Cortez, knowing Justine would recognize him up close. "...I pass!"
"Like HELL you will!" yelled Axe, angrily. "I bought this punk bitch cop up here to get one last fuck from the Cartel before we waste his ass..., and that includes YOU!!"
"Unless you think you too good to fuck the whore after WE stuck our dirty dicks inside him...?" asked Marvin, pulling up his pants as he tucked his wet dick back away.
Cortez knew he was between a rock and a hard place. He pulled Axe aside for a side conference...
"I..." he started, keeping his voice down so the blacks and the Ricans couldn't hear. "...I just don't want to stick my dick in the same hole 2 spics and 2 niggers just creamed in!" he lied, hating how it sounded coming from his own mouth.
"You ain't got no choice, buddy!" informed Axe.
"I got a good women at home!" countered Roc, reaching for straws.
"Who doesn't?" asked Axe. "Ain't nobody gonna think no different of you getting' yourself some good ass while locked away in prison! Believe me, women know what's up when their men'r sent off for months, --years at a time!"
Reaching down between Roc's legs, Axe grope the prominent hardon pulsing just under his pants. Clearly he was excited by watching the rape display. "He's practically unconscious..., just go over there and stick your cock in and cum! I guarantee you'll cum buckets!"
Knowing he didn't have much choice, Cortez slowly walked over to the table Justine lay on unmoving. Physically exhausted after the Mandingo fucking, Justine was barely conscious of anything as Cortez (Roc) got between his legs and fished his own hardon from his prison pants. Stepping up on the crate, he aimed his hardon up against the wet hole and pressed in. Immediately he could feel the hot wetness of Justine's dank soaked hole swallow up his erect pole.
Cortez could barely feel Justine's loose anus around manhood as he started to fuck in and out. Marvin had stretched the walls so widely that it felt like swimming in the mouth of a milk carton (opened at both ends). Justine groaned with irritation as Cortez's dick moved through him. Too exhausted to react, he simply lay there and allowed the last inmate to use his hole as he saw fit.
Cortez could hardly feel any friction as he fucked, so he closed his eyes and imagined his lover Jake Valentine lying under him; --HIS body on the table, HIS legs spread wide about his slapping hips, and HIS tight deep hole he was probing with his cock.
Axe watched with growing interest as the 32 yr old muscular (undercover) inmate started to fuck into Justine harder. He admired Cortez's toned hairy body as he humped deeper into his pale ass, his 7 and 1/2 inch banana like curved dick slammed back and forth through the loose cumhole. Axe reached down and started to rub his hand over his bulge as he watched Cortez's ass flex and release with each stroke, admiring the sight from behind. Cortez didn't feel comfortable performing in front of all these inmates, but he knew he had to to prove he was one of them. It took nearly all of his concentration to make himself cum in such a loose fitting hole. But he squeezed his eyes and blocked out everything going on around him as he slammed his hips forward and came inside his former colleague.
"UHH...URRHH...UURRRHHH..!!" he groaned, cumming deeply in Justice's used anus.
Just as Cortez felt his orgasm beginning to subside, he watched in horror as Justine opened his heavy eyes and stared up at him.
"Officer Cortez...?" he said aloud, signaling to the Aryans who the real cop was.
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