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/54 FRYING A FAT FISH
Pt-1
LOCAL NEWS
Piedmont Penitentiary's `TV room(s)' were full of curious inmates watching the local news channels as reports of Warden Ellis' arrest hit the air waves.
REPORTER: "A story which broke in yesterday's Inquire by the late convicted Muslim turned journalist: -Muhammad Shaheed, reports that a religious cult named The Brotherhood which resides in the Valley Forge area were allowed to operate on prison grounds with the blessings of the Warden: -Dennis Ellis!
Muhammad reports that the cult, which is founded by Paul Gordon: a man previously convicted in another state for Felony Fraud, was a front for homosexual activity under the disguise of religion, -preying on unsuspecting inmates who were seeking religious guidance!
`Brother Paul' as he is known to be called, was unavailable for comment during this broadcast. And it is as yet unknown to this reporter if this story has any barring on why the Philadelphia Police Department has stormed the Penitentiary and taken Ellis into custody for questioning, or if there's some other reason they wish to speak with the prison official? But sources close to Ellis say that police raided Ellis' private residence as well as his prison office and confiscated his personal computers, but fell short of explaining why? It's speculated that police may believe Ellis may be involved in some under dealings, which is why they may have taken his computers in for evidence!
This is Chad Bradley for Action News!"
Pt-2
POLICE HEADQUARTERS
It'd been nearly 12 hours since the police invaded the prison in search of one of its undercover officers to no avail. Maleece Cortez and (former police officer turned corrections officer) Malik Jones were declared missing after reports of some mysterious dealings at the prison. Police captain David L. McConnell and his Precinct searched the prison frantically for their missing colleagues, knowing the longer they stayed missing the worse the chances were of finding them alive.
Prison Warden Dennis Ellis was taken down to Police Headquarters where he was denied visits from his attorney in order for the police to questioned and interrogate him extensively. McConnell questioned him personally, putting aside the many years of friendship they once held as partners on the police force.
"Where are they, Dennis??" asked McConnell as he labored over the Warden like a bad rash. "Where's Malik and Cortez??!!"
Ellis merely smirked in the interrogation chair, unaffected by McConnell's dramatic screeches while the police continue their search through his prison. McConnell knew he was getting nowhere as he watched the clock behind Ellis' head. "They are innocent men, Dennis..., they're police officers! They don't deserve whatever you've got in stored for them!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Ellis, playing hardball.
"What about your family? How would your wife and kids feel about what you're doing here?" asked McConnell, using any means to get Ellis to crack. Ellis said nothing in his defense to the mention of his family, knowing he'd be looking at a long stretch of prison life before he'd ever be able to see them again if he confessed to any misdealing. "How're Dolores and Rodney and Gary supposed to go on knowing their father put innocent men in danger just to keep his illegal actions secret? How're they supposed to hold their heads high in public knowing their father is a monster?!"
"Leave my family out of this!" warned Ellis, not wanting to think of his tarnished image with his sons. For the first time in hours McConnell was amazed to see some spark of humanity in Ellis' eyes at the thought of his family. McConnell decided to run with it.
"Should I call them?" he asked, getting his first non-cocky facial expression from Ellis in hours. "Maybe they could talk some sense into you! Keep you from doing something stupid!" threatened McConnell. "If anything happens to those two men.., I'll make it my life's work to make sure you get the electric chair, Dennis! Take my word!"
"Your threats don't scare me, David..." said Ellis, rearing back in his seat. "Your men wouldn't be in danger if YOU hadn't put them there to spy on me!"
"Dammit Ellis..!! Those are MY MEN in there...!!" yelled McConnell, grabbing Ellis by the collar before dragging him from his seat and slamming him up against the back wall in frustration, causing the clock on the wall to crash to the ground. McConnell lost control and punched Ellis dead across the face with his fist.
"UURRHHH..!!" groaned Ellis, nearly falling over before catching his balance. McConnell readied himself for retaliation, but Ellis merely grabbed his stinging cheek before spitting bloody saliva onto the interrogation floor. "My lawyer's gonna love the bruises!" he said, smiling broadly as McConnell quickly regained his composure.
"Sir...?" called officer Hightower, standing in the door of the interrogation room.
"Not now!" said McConnell, staring Ellis eye to eye, daring the Warden to push his buttons again. "I'm in the middle of something!"
"Sir..., I uh..., think you need to hear this, sir...!" insisted Hightower.
McConnell and Ellis continued to stare each other down, one trying to mentally out-psyche the other. Reluctantly McConnell backed away, leaving Ellis alone in the room to regain his thoughts.
"This better be important, Hightower...!" said McConnell, running smack into Ellis' lawyer in the hall.
"Holding my client without proper council is a direct violation on his Constitutional Rights, Captain!" yelled the lawyer.
"Your client is holding TWO of my officers captive somewhere in his prison, counselor...!" yelled McConnell.
"Allegedly!!" corrected the lawyer. "But regardless of what YOU believe, Captain.., MY client is innocent until proven guilty! And even then he still has a right to have his lawyer present during ANY and ALL questioning!!" informed the council, causing McConnell to sigh in frustration and anger.
"He's yours...!" said McConnell, after a brief debate with himself.
"Thank you!" said the counselor, brushing by as he passed into the interrogation room holding Ellis.
"Shit..!!" cursed McConnell, sensing no quick end to the case.
"Captain...?" called Jake Valentine, standing in the wings as McConnell contemplated his options.
"JAKE!!" he called gleefully, grabbing the young officer up in his arms with a huge hug. "Why the hell didn't you tell us you were going up to Colorado?" he asked, breaking the embrace as he grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and stared closely at him.
"It was a long shot that Gardner would show up there, sir!" explained Jake. "His wife called me directly from an old phonebook she found..., she was nervous that Gardner might try to find her and his daughter out in the mid-west. I was going crazy just sitting around the house waiting to hear word from Malecee on his undercover work in prison..., so I decided to take the trip up to Colorado and talk to mrs Gardner myself, --see if she had any ideas where her ex-husband might be hiding? I had no idea that Bruce would actually show up there at the same precise moment I did!"
"Good thing you did from what I hear..." said McConnell, having had received a call from the Colorado police of Jake's involvement in Gardner's shooting. "...if you hadn't been there to intervene, Bruce would've undoubtedly killed his wife and her new boyfriend, --and who knows what he might've done to his own daughter?"
"I try not to think about it, sir." said Jake, knowing Gardner wouldn't have hesitated in harming her as well. "So..., there's no word on Maleece and Malik yet?" he asked, changing the subject.
McConnell sighed, knowing he was getting nowhere fast with Ellis.
"Nothing yet, Jake..., --but don't worry, I've got technicians working on Ellis' home and work computers, trying to break through his firewalls and I.D. codes to get to the root of his schemes! We'll find them..., believe me!" assured McConnell.
"I know no one's more dedicated to finding them alive than you are, Captain!" assured Jake. Just then, the attorney came out of the interrogation room, holding Ellis' file and his briefcase in hand.
"I want my client released as soon as possible!" insisted the lawyer.
"Not happening." responded McConnell, calmly.
"My client has cooperated with the police in every way imaginable! You've gone through his office at his place of business, you've stormed his home and stolen his computer and personal files, and you've brought him down here forcibly against his will to answer your questions without benefit of council!" explained the lawyer. "Now either you charge him and arrest him with something, or you release him now!"
"Your client his holding two of our officers captive somewhere!" argued McConnell. "He's not going anywhere until he coughs up where he's hiding them!"
"Then prepare for legal action against you Captain, cause I won't hesitate to name this whole Precinct and the entire Philadelphia police department as harassing my client with these unfounded, unsubstantiated accusations!" said the lawyer, threatening legal action. "And don't think I haven't noticed and taken pictures of the bruise to his lip! Police brutality will go over very big in court, Captain! Release my client within the hour, or we will take action!" informed council before leaving briskly.
"What can we do now, sir?" asked Jake, knowing if they had enough evidence to charge Ellis with a crime, they would have by now.
"Hightower...!" called McConnell, thinking fast. "How are recovery efforts going on Ellis' computer drives?"
"Nothing as yet, sir! Reports are if Ellis even used either his job or home computers for illegal transactions, they don't show up on diagnostics! He's clean as a whistle!" informed Hightower.
"Damn! He MUST've been using a third computer! A laptop maybe?" surmised McConnell. "Get that inmate from Piedmont Penitentiary that Malik said would testify against Ellis for a reduced charge..., what's his name..., Marvin something! If HE knows anything for a fact, we need his testimony pronto!" ordered McConnell, desperately.
Pt-3
Raymond Sherman (Amahd) was on cloud-nine, having just found love again for only the second time in prison in the form of Cameron Winters (Abdul). He went on about his daily business, making his rounds and reporting in with his new boss (Genuwine) about the agenda of the day.
After finishing up his morning rounds, he found himself heading back to Cameron's cell, wanting to his "boo" again as soon as possible. Ray walked into the prison block smiling broadly at the idea of having someone important in his life again after Nakia's disappearance. He strolled with a bounce in his step as he gingerly walked into Cameron's cell in search for his baby. When he didn't find Cameron there, his first thoughts were of the prison's library, knowing Abdul had a history of going there for quick relief when he was going through something. Ray was just about to go on a hunt for his missing lover when Cameron suddenly walked into his cell, reading some papers.
"Hey..., what's up man? I was just about to go looking for you!" smiled Ray, happy to see Cameron up and about.
"Ray..." said Cameron, absentmindedly. "I was just, uh..." he paused, flipping through papers. "...I was just..., reading over some of Muhammad's notes!"
"Muhammad's...?" questioned Ray, not too happy to still hear Muhammad's name in the equation. "What's up?" he asked curiously, trying to hold back his disappointment and frustration.
"Nothing..., I'm just finding it very interesting what Muhammad was working on at the time of his death!" said Cameron, now free of his Muslim name and back to using his birth right. "Not only was he involved with toppling the Cult by exposing their leader as a two-bit homosexual criminal..., but he was also working on notes against the Warden!" informed Cameron.
"What kinda notes?" asked Ray, curiously.
"From what I could decipher..., Ellis has been involved in transporting inmates to prison camps for profit. In effect, selling slaves! Muhammad was in the midst of trying to gather information before he died! Do you think the Warden had something to do with Derek's death?" asked Cameron, finally looking up at Ray for the first time.
"Ellis...?" asked Ray (the real reason for why Muhammad was murdered [chap-51, pt-3] ), curiously.
"I wonder if that's what he's being investigated for?" thought Cameron aloud. "Do you know what illegalities Ellis was into?"
Ray looked around at all the paper work and memorabilia Cameron had lying around on Muhammad and began to get jealous that Muhammad was still a prominent fixture in his life. Even with Muhammad dead, he was still interfering with Ray's prospects for love.
"uh, no. Naw..., I don't know anything about Ellis and no slave-trade!" said Raymond.
"Was just curious..." said Cameron, getting his papers in order as he walked over towards the desk.
"Why don't you forget about this shit..." suggested Ray, pulling Cameron into is arms and away from Muhammad's influence.
"Ray..., I can't..., not now..." protested Cameron, struggling against Ray's affections as Ray easily pulled the slightly shorter man closer for a kiss.
"So what...you got better things to do?" asked Ray, getting pissed off. "Wasn't it bad enough that I had to sit aside while you wrote out Muhammad's Cult Story before sending it into the papers as his last Will and Testament? NOW I gotta sit back and watch you fumble through some more of is writings, and for what? Ain't none of this shit gonna bring Muhammad back!! Who cares that the Cult had faggot members sucking off horny inmates? Who cares if Duke was training punks to be sissy prostitutes for rent? And who gives a fuck if the Warden's selling off inmates to make a profit? We're animals to the readers, they don't give a shit about what happens to YOU or ME in this prison!!!" yelled Raymond.
"Derek was killed for something he was working on, for something he believed needed to be heard!" defended Cameron. "I can't in good conscious of his memory, allow his death to be in vain! Derek's done a lot for this prison and its inmates, for ME, for YOU, for ALL of us!!"
"What's going on here, Cam? I mean, REALLY?" asked Raymond. "We a couple of what?"
"A couple...?" asked Cameron, looking confused. "...what's one got to do with the other?"
"If you're supposed to be with me, I want you here for ME! Not Muhammad! Not his notes, his studies, his work, his memories...! Do you want ME as your man or what?" asked Raymond flat out and point-blank.
Cameron found himself at a loss for words.
"I..., I...dunno what to say..." admitted Cameron, feeling cornered.
"After all that I did for you...?!!" yelled Ray, catching himself before putting his foot in his mouth. "Look Cam..." he continued more calmly. "...you know I care for you, right? Right?!" asked Ray, making Cameron nod his head in agreement. "And I know you care for me too! If we have any chance at all of making this working out between us..., you're gonna have to put Muhammad behind us!" informed Ray, diligently. "I don't want you even speaking his name when we're together, understood? If you're gonna be my baby, I don't want no other men preoccupying your mind when I'm around!"
"Well..., it's not like Muhammad's a threat to our relationship, Ray..., he's dead!" reasoned Cameron, failing to see the significance in forgetting Muhammad cold turkey.
"He's already interfering!" explained Raymond. "Here we are discussing HIM instead of enjoying us! I don't want a relationship like that! Don't you get it? I want it to just be me and you! Just us against the world! Can you handle that?" asked Ray, specifically.
"I, uh..., I guess..." said Cameron, befuddled.
"Good." smiled Ray, nipping Muhammad in the bud. "Oh, and one more thing..." he added before leaving Cameron to clear up his mess of notes. "...no more visits to the library, either! I know Gramps' gone, but his replacement is up and running already (as shown in chap-51, pt-1). I don't want you back sliding going down there and getting yourself all worked up when you already have a man waiting for you at home!" insisted Ray. "Got it?"
"Anything else I should know?" asked Cameron, sarcastically. "Do you have a favorite color you'd like to see me in? A dress you'd like me to wear maybe?"
"Dress...?" asked Ray, hesitating. "...would you...?" he wondered aloud.
"Hell no!" answered Cameron. "Let's get something straight, Ray..., I'm not Nakia!"
"I know that...!" defended Ray.
"I'm ALL man!" continued Cameron. "I may LET you fuck me, but I don't see myself as less of a man than you are!" he insisted, putting his foot down. "Muhammad and I had an understanding..., and if you can't live up to that agreement, then this relationship won't work! I'm nobody's bitch!"
"I never said you were!" defended Ray. "I like you the way you are! I love your personality, I wouldn't change a thing about you!" said Ray. "But we have to have an understanding of our own if we're gonna make it!"
"Okay!" said Cameron. "But I also need my space! I can be your lover, your friend, even your companion and confidant..., but I can't live life as your woman!"
"Okay." said Raymond, somewhat disappointed. "I understand." he said, hoping Cameron would come around eventually.
Pt-4
An emergency meeting of Cartel members were called by Cartel heads Genuwine and Carlos Rodriguez and their henchmen Marvin Rollins and Pablo Rivera. In tow are Lucas (Luke) Murphy and Moe (Hammer) Stanley, from the Aryan block.
"Did you guys hear what happened...?" asked Pablo, upon running up on the Mandingos as they sat in waiting. "...that crazy ass Axe tried to kill Roc after we left, and got himself killed in the process!"
"Where'd you hear this?" asked Genuwine, having heard nothing of the Aryan's heads since leaving them in the kitchen the night before (chap-52, pt-1).
"My boi Jose works in the kitchen..., they had to clean up all the blood after the cops pulled his body out this morning! Blood was everywhere!" explained Pablo.
"Rick McDoogle told us the same thing." volunteered Hammer. "There's no sign of Roc or the ex-cop Joseph Justine in A-Block anywhere!"
"So you two jokers think you can just slip in where they left off and take over as new leads?" asked Marvin, sarcastically.
"The Aryans need representation!" said Luke. "Most of the Cartel benefits are due to Aryan involvement! Why shouldn't we expect to have replacements sets?"
"No problem..." said Marvin, winking discreetly at Genuwine. "...but you have to pass the initiation first!"
"What initiation?" asked Luke, skeptically.
"New Cartel members have to suck the current Cartel leaders dicks before they can pass into leadership roles!" lied Marvin, causing Pablo and Carlos to snicker.
"Bullshit!!" yelled Hammer. "I don't remember hearing anything about that!"
"That's because you wasn't running for leader, asshole!" countered Marvin. "It's a Cartel secret!"
"So you're saying Axe and Roc sucked cock?" asked Luke, suspiciously.
"Damn skippy!" lied Marvin.
Luke and Hammer looked at each other skeptically, neither showing any interest in sucking minority cock.
"Maybe you should go back to A-Block and get two Aryans who really want this position!" suggested Genuwine, causing Luke and Hammer to give in.
"Okay, okay...!" said Luke, hesitantly. "...but nobody, and I mean NOBODY finds out about this shit!"
"What happens in a Cartel meeting, stays at the Cartel meeting!" offered Carlos, getting in on the lie.
"So what do we do?" asked Hammer, wanting to get the task over with.
"Well..." said Genuwine, stepping up as head. "...whoever's running for leader has to suck me and Carlos off, and his right hand has to suck off our boiz Marvin and Pablo!"
Luke and Hammer turned to one another, each wanting the coveted title of Cartel Leader of their cell block. Genuwine, Marvin, Carlos, and Pablo watched with amusement as the two Aryans argued over which dicks they were going to suck. Neither man wanted to suck cock, but both wanted to reap the biggest benefit from whichever cock they sucked, --with Cartel leader and his underling up for grabs, they both wanted to fight for the same position.
"Listen up fellas...!" said Genuwine, offering a solution. "You both can suck me and Carlos off for leadership position..." offered Genuwine, causing the two Aryans to stop arguing. "...first one to get us to cum gets the job! But then the runner up still has to suck off the other two men, AND his new boss!"
Marvin, Carlos, and Pablo laughed at the fake options given to the Aryans, and nearly keeled over from hysteria when they both agreed to the offer.
Carlos and Genuwine stood side by side as both Aryan men got in front of them then knelt to their knees submissively. "Bon'appetite!" smiled Genuwine sarcastically as he and Carlos whipped out their soft dicks.
Hammer and Luke took a deep breath, then leaned forward and took the two cocks into their mouths. Marvin and Pablo snickered uncontrollably somewhere out of sight as the two men started to suck with serious intent, both wanting the leadership role so badly they could taste it (pun unintended).
Luke (whom kneeled before Genuwine) had been intending on giving such a bad blow job that the leaders wouldn't want him to finish sucking, but now that he was in a competition for the leader position, he knew he had to give the best blow job he was capable of giving or else all of his sucking would be for nothing. Coming in second gave very little dignity to coming in first in a situation like this. It prompted him to go as deeply as he possibly could, to get as much of Genuwine's cock into his mouth as he could manage. Every man wanted his cock deep throated, and Luke didn't think it looked too difficult in all the times he'd gotten his cock sucked by Justine, Snake, or (the black Mandingo) T-Bo. But as soon as he jammed his face down on Genuwine's 7 inch Mandingo dick, he began to choke and gag in defeat as he quickly retreated to regain his composure before continuing.
Hammer on the other hand was making quick work of Carlos' 7 inch uncut Rootboiz dick. He bobbed his head back and forth at a furious pace, tightening his lips and taking as much as was absolutely necessary without killing himself by spearing his inexperienced throat on the puertorican stake. Carlos leaned back against the wall, watching with amusement as the future Aryan leads gobbled up their minority dicks like candy, in a race for head supremacist.
"Switch!" yelled Genuwine, causing Hammer and Luke to pull off their hard manhoods as they changed positions in front of each head. Both manhoods stood 7 inches in length, both wet with the competitor's spit. Hammer took Genuwine's dick in his mouth and began the same frantic back and forth head bob that had been successful on Carlos' dick. Luke stared down cross-eyed at the spit dripping hooded puertprican cock, feeling his stomach curl as he leaned forward and captured it between his lips.
"That's right white boys..., suck those dicks! Eat em up!" laughed Marvin, taunting Hammer and Luke as they bobbed their heads back and forth. Hammer had gotten his cock sucked thousands of times by hundreds of women over the years, though he never thought he'd ever be on the receiving end of a hardon, he knew the basics of how to get one off as persistence was key.
While Luke fumbled around with Carlos' uncut cock, treating the foreskin more like poison than a penis. Hammer got down to business and soon had Genuwine's dick jumping prematurely in his mouth, he could actually taste the pre-cum as he bobbed his head faster back and forth like a maniac. Genuwine usually went for slower, sensuous, more tamed blow jobs, but knowing the Aryan man's mouth were virgin territory and hungry for leadership, his dick was primed and ready to flood the virgin mouth its first full load of black man's cum. Genuwine tossed his head back as he allowed himself to float on the edge as Hammer sucked harder and bobbed faster. Without warning his dick started spurting thick loads of hot cream into Hammer's mouth. Hammer was unaware that the black man had even cum until Genuwine let out an audible grown of relief afterwards. His mouth filled to overflow with the abundance of spit and semen as Genuwine's dick continued to jump and pump in his mouth.
"Got that load?" asked Marvin, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Hell yeah..." moaned Genuwine, feeling powerless after dumping his seed.
"Sallow it!" ordered Marvin as Hammer pulled back and gulped it down without thought.
"One down, one to go!" said Genuwine.
Hammer looked over at Luke who was busy suckling Carlos' meat. Whenever he reached in to switch off, Luke would push him away, wanting the cock to himself as Hammer was already ahead 1-0.
"How bout you both get 2 minutes apiece sucking Carlos' dick? Whoever makes him cum takes the load!" suggested Genuwine.
Luke pulled off Carlos' cock as Hammer quickly swooped in and took it in his mouth and began feasting. Luke sat aside and watched Carlos' facial expressions as Hammer worked his rican tool. Luke wanted to make sure he got to Carlos' dick just before he came, so he'd get the credit for making him cum (even if it was on the heals of Hammer's better blow job).
After 2 solid minutes of frantic head bobbing, Hammer pulled off as Luke took over labor. He tried stuffing as much of the uncut cock into his mouth and throat as possible before choking and retreating. He stretched his lips down around the cock shaft as he slithered his tongue along the underbelly. After 2 minutes of labor he suckled the head before pulling off, definitely tasting some of Carlos' pre-cum on the tip.
Hammer took the hard hooded cock back into his mouth and started bobbing his head nonstop. Carlos groaned softly as his dick started to throb and pulse, making Luke antsy to get back into the seat. He tried pulling the cock from Hammer's mouth but was stopped by Marvin who announced it wasn't 2 minutes yet. Luke was forced to sit by and watch Carlos' eyes roll up into their sockets as he grabbed Hammer's head and fed him his ball juice.
Hammer gagged slightly as the cum shot into the back of his mouth, nearly cascading down into his throat as he sucked out the rest of the puertorican load in victory.
"Looks like you got some more sucking to do, hommie!" said Pablo, pulling out his hardon as he approached Luke still on his knees.
Luke looked up at the hairy Rican and sighed sadly as he opened his mouth and allowed him in. Pablo grabbed the back of Luke's head and started face fucking him, thrusting his 8 inch uncut cock in and out of Luke's worn mouth.
Luke was angry with himself, knowing his lack of enthusiasm had caused him a place as Cartel Head. His disappointment was shown in the total lackluster blow job he was giving Pablo for the secondary position, but the puertorican henchmen took full advantage of Luke's vulnerable position and fucked his face vigorously despite his lack of enthusiasm.
Pablo Rivera sliced his 8 inch cock through Luke's lips and into his back of his mouth, making him gag every time his cock head touched into the start of his throat. Luke wanted nothing more than to push the hairy Rican off him, and disinfect his mouth of any cooties the Rican wetback may've given him. But the second position of was still up for grabs, keeping Luke committed to his humiliation as Pablo Rivera started to fucked down into the back of his throat.
Luke felt the slick wet cock forcing its way down into his throat as more and more of Pablo's meat disappeared in his mouth.
"Ooohh yeh, papi..., suck dat manmeat boyee...git yourself summa dat Rican gumbo!" encouraged Pablo, making Luke gag on his cock as he shoved his dick further down into his throat and came. "aaahhhhh yeeehhhh, pappo...!" he groaned, cumming heavily.
Luke felt the cum shoot down into his throat before Pablo pulled back and allowed the rest to spill out on his tongue. Luke's taste-buds sprung alive to the pungent flavor invading his senses. Once the orgasm was complete, Pablo pulled out and stepped aside Luke fought to swallow the last of his cum load. Marvin waited in the wings until Luke's mouth was clear and ready for more dick.
"Get to sucking, man!" ordered Marvin, waving his thick black 10 inch billy-club.
Luke sighed as he looked at the huge black cock staring him in the face. His jaw was already tired from sucking 3 cocks, and here he had 2 more standing before him (Marvin's & Hammer's). He could feel Pablo's cum load still slithering down into his belly as Marvin pushed his own hard pole into his face. Opening wide, Luke stretched his mouth to fit around the huge girth of Marvin's massive tool as he forced the gigantic head between his lips.
Marvin grabbed Luke about the shoulders as he rocked his body back and forth on his dick, making him suck him as his dick stretched the lips like the elastic of a rubberband.
Luke tried his best to accommodate the huge cock boring through his open face, his teeth accidentally scrapping against the surface as the black man fucked his mouth like a woman's pussy. Luke could do little more than sit there and get face fucked as Marvin used his muscles to hold the smaller white man in place. When Marvin started to push deeper into Luke's gagging throat, Luke grabbed at Marvin's thick thighs, trying to regulate how much dick the big guy fed him as he stuffed his face with an abundance of meat.
Gagging sounds could be heard throughout the room as Luke fought to breath and Marvin fought to fuck. His cock took command as it barreled through Luke mouth, teeth, and throat like a battering ram.
"Fuck that mother fucker's mouth, Marvin!" encouraged Genuwine, enjoying the pain and discomfort Luke was going through for being a racist pig. He watched along with his Cartel brethren as Marvin raped the Aryan's mouth, penetrating just over half his thick 10 inch monster dong into the resisting mouth and throat.
Luke tried to wrench himself free from the face fucking, needing to breath as spit and drool dripped down from his rubbery lips to pool down his chin and the front of his prison shirt. Marvin loved forcing his thick fat penis into the Aryan man's mouth, making him taste black cock and eat his ethnic sperm, knowing it was killing him to know he had the minority's baby makers swimming around in his belly. The thought of flooding his racist throat with cum made Marvin re-double his effort, fucking Luke's reddening face with deeper harder thrusts.
"Awww fuck..." groaned Marvin, tightening his grip. "...I'm bout to cum...!!" he announced, feeling his balls contract up around his dick base. Luke felt near faint when the first wave of cum hit the back of his throat like a tidal wave, burning his contracting esophagus as he quickly tried to gulp down the thick clot of man-cum before feeling the dick pull free and coat his face in a baptism of sperm. "Awww fuck yeah!!" excited Marvin, jacking his load all over Luke's unexpected face.
"Sonofabitch...!!!" yelled Luke, catching cum up his nose, on his face, in his eyes, and hair before the orgasm was over.
"You sneaky sonovagun..!!" laughed Genuwine, knowing Luke was pissed.
"Hope it tastes like watermelon asshole!" snarled Marvin, tucking his fat sausage as he rejoined his buddy.
Luke was clearing his throat, cleaning his eye, and trying to wipe as much of the warm cum off his face as possible when Hammer walked up holding his hardon.
"You've got one more according to the rules!" said Hammer, smiling broadly.
Continued...
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