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/55 OUT OF THE FRYING PAN...
Pt-5
D-BLOCK
Raul Rodriguez had been through a lot mentally. With the guilt of his father's death heavy on his mind, he withdrew away from his family as well as his responsibility as a Cartel Leader, -leaving his middle brother (Carlos) to pick up his slack. If not for Carlos stepping in to run things when Raul got too loopy to cope, he wouldn't be sure where the Rootboiz would be right now.
Since confessing to his younger brother David about his part in their father's death, Raul found himself in a whole new set of unfortunate circumstances, having let his baby brother suck his dick for a cleansing' (the Brotherhood's answer to exorcising evilness from a man's soul). Raul wasn't comfortable letting his brother suck his pipe, but it did help to make him feel closer to his father as he believed he felt his dad's spirit pass through them at the time of his cleansing (chap-50, pt-6). Since then Raul had been feeling better about his dad and himself, but worried more about his brother and how his Brotherhood actions would be seen as weak to the other inmates who merely took advantage of the cleansings' for blowjobs. Before Muhammad's article hit the papers, the Monks were getting plenty of cock to suck, and with inmates knowing Raul's brother as a fudge packer to begin with, Raul feared there'd be no end to the line of men looking to use his brother's holes to clog with their seeds. Raul loved his brother, and didn't want to see him used in that manner. After-all, his family had a reputation to live up to. But he also knew that David was his own man, and had to make his own mistakes and decisions in order to pick the right ones eventually.
Lying in bed in his cell, he thought about his life in general and how he came to be where he is today. All his life he had nothing but negative role models in his father, his father's friends, and the neighborhood they grew up in. Raul was tired of having negativity in his life. He wondered what living a normal life with a normal job making normal money would be like? Sure he'd have to work his fingers to the bone to make ends meat with no real education to back him, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about drive-bys shootings, gang takeovers, setups, and firebombs on his family. Seeing how his father lived by the sword and died by the sword, made Raul appreciate life more. He didn't want to be barely 40 and pushing up daisies. He wanted a chance at a good life with a happy family, to watch his children grow into well meaning productive citizens. `Get rich or die young trying' only managed to put a lot of young men in early graves. From now on, Raul was looking towards the future, --a future with longevity.
"Raul...?" called 20 year old Alex Sanchez, standing in the cell doorway waiting to be invited in.
"Wussup..?" asked Raul, sitting up in bed as Alex crossed into the cell.
"How're you doing?" asked Alex concerned, well aware of Raul's issues with family and the guilt he felt over his father's death (chap-46, pt-5).
"I'm aiight..." answered Raul, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. "Rodriguez men always bounce back on top! Right?" he smiled faintly, not even believing his own lie.
"Ra'..., if you need somebody to talk to man, --about anything..., I wanna be here for you!" insisted Alex, sympathetically.
"What if I'm not looking to talk..?" asked Raul, questionably.
"I wanna be there for whatever..., I'm wanna be by your side!" said Alex, standing in the center of the cell. "I'll always be here for you..." he said, heartfelt.
Raul got up from his bunk and walked over to Alex, standing before him he reached down and took his hand innocently before looking up into his bedroom eyes. Alex knew Raul was a man of few words, his actions usually speaking for him. He could tell by the tender way he chose to express himself that he still held feelings for him. Alex cared for Raul as well, knowing him to be a good man deep down inside under all that street thuggishness.
Raul leaned forward, licking his lips as Alex leaned in to meet him halfway. The two men kissed gently, their lips touching as they tasted each other for the first time in weeks. Raul became a little more aggressive as he started to slip his tongue into Alex's mouth, snaking his free arm around his waist to draw him in closer. Alex accepted his former lover's tongue, feeling Raul press his short hard body into his. The kiss became a lot more passionate as both men got more and more into it. Raul reached under and gripped a hefty handful of Alex's firm ass. Alex reached down and massaged Raul's hardened penis through his prison pants.
"Wussup with you and my brother?" asked Raul, breaking the kiss and leaving Alex panting for more.
"David...?" he asked, lost in lust and trying to focus again on speaking.
"Yea..., David!" said Raul, calmly. "I don't want to get involved with you again only to have you tell me later that you still got feelings for my brother!" said Raul, reminding Alex of his past encounters.
"I understand..." said Alex, knowing his track record was indeed questionable. "David's a Monk now..., he's married to his religion."
"You mean them cock sucker fags Muhammad wrote about in the papers..?" questioned Raul, knowing the Brotherhood was over with.
"David still believes in the religion..., he still plans to practice!" informed Alex.
"So you only coming back to me cuz HE don't want you no more?" asked Raul, pulling away as he sulked back into his cell.
"Ra'..., I'm not going to lie to you, I LOVE David..." admitted Alex, spilling his soul. "...but I've always cared for you too! I never meant to hurt you when I went back to David and your dad..., but I understand if you don't trust me, if you don't want to get involved with me again after what I did to you...but I'm sorry that I fucked up what we had. You were good to me, and I didn't see it until it was too late!"
"What guarantee I have that you won't go running back to him if he calls?" asked Raul, considering taking Alex back.
"I wouldn't do that to you twice...!" assured Alex, feeling vulnerable.
Raul turned his back on Alex, thinking of how angry he felt when Alex left him for his father and brother. In his old life Alex would have paid dearly for his deception with his life, catching a serious beat down..., but despite Raul's humiliation he still held undeniable feelings for Alex, --feelings that shocked and surprised him and his more than manly senses. If someone had told him a few years ago that he'd be in jail feeling emotional feelings for another man like he would a woman, he would have beat them silly and called them crazy, --yet here he is trying hard to hide his true feelings for Alex when all he wanted to do was take the younger man up in his arms and make love to him until they both passed out sleep.
Raul turned back around to face Alex, taking in his handsomeness as he stood waiting Raul's decision. Raul walked back over towards him, reaching out to gently stroke Alex about the smooth of his facial cheek before quickly changing his mind and gripping the young Rican by the back of his hair and yanking him forward. Alex gasped in shocked surprise as Raul whispered firmly in his ear. "If you ever pull another stunt like that again and try to leave me..., I'll slit your fucking throat and throw you in with the niggers in Block-C and let them pull a fuck train on you!" warned Raul, causing Alex's blood to run cold. "Feel me...?"
"Ye...ye..., yes...!" gulped Alex, frighteningly.
Old habits die hard.
Without saying another word, Raul ripped the sheets up off the bed and handed them to Alex. Alex understood what needed to be done as he quickly turned and started tying the sheets up to the prison bars for privacy while Raul started to slowly undo his pants, smirking to himself in sweet satisfaction as he anticipated plowing his new lover's ass.
Pt-6
Outside the cell, Marcellus Vasquez (Raul's former boy-toy) had just walked up to try to speak to Raul, wanting to plead his case when he noticed Alex tying the bed sheets. Everyone knew when bed sheets were placed up against prison bars that something naughty was going on inside the cell. Marcellus was cut off from view as Alex covered the cell bars before returning to his man for a sexual interlude. Marcellus felt slighted, having lost the one man he wanted most in the whole prison. He wanted nothing more than to rip down those sheets and seek revenge on the man who stole his lover, but Marcellus knew better than to do anything to anger Raul more.
Just as he turned away from Raul's cell did he notice Carlos and Pablo returning from their meeting with the Cartel (see last chapter). Marcellus found himself drawn to Carlos' cell as he thought about the two men inside. He could hear Carlos and Pablo laughing as they discussed events that transpired with the Aryans in a private meeting. Pablo was still rubbing the mound in his pants as he recalled the blow jobs they got from the clueless Aryans whom were duped into sucking cock for leadership privileges that were already entitled to. Marcellus peeked into the cell, interrupting the two men as they shared in their laughter.
"Sup fellas...?" called Marcellus, standing in the cell door as the two men lit up a joint and began to pass it back and forth. "...mind sharing some of that...?"
Carlos and Pablo stopped laughing at their private joke and looked over at the cell door.
"We don't share our drugs with bitches...!" stated Pablo, causing Carlos to chuckle out loud. Marcellus felt like he's just been slapped in the eye, having been branded after doing Carlos and Pablo a favor for Raul by participating in a prison orgy (chap-47). "...unless they looking to put out!"
"Yo man..., leave him alone...!" laughed Carlos, already feeling affected by the drugs he intake. Wussup man...?"
"I was, uh..." started Marcellus, swallowing hard as he prepared to sell his soul. "...I was just, wondering..., if I could have a word with you?" he asked, nervously.
"Fuck no!" answered Pablo, speaking for Carlos as the head Cartel took a deep puff on some of their best weed. "Carlos is a busy man..., he ain't got no time for no bitch ass crack cunt like yourself!" insulted Pablo.
"Let him talk..." said Carlos, giggling as he passed off the joint.
Pablo looked surprised, but said nothing as Marcellus walked further into the cell.
"Can we talk..., in private?" asked Marcellus, hoping to save face.
"Private...??!" chuckled Pablo, choking on his inhale. "...you lucky we giving your freak ass ANY attention at all! Talk if your gonna talk!"
Marcellus lowered his head in shame...
"I was..., I was wondering..." said Marcellus, trying to gather the courage to continue. "...I know your last boy Phi-Bui was given to the Mandingos by your brother Raul..." (chap-35, pt-2), "...I was wondering if you've found another replacement yet..? And if not..., if I could volunteer for his position?"
Carlos and Pablo looked at each other and started to laugh, causing Marcellus' soul to sink even deeper.
"You want an audition...?" asked Carlos, his dick starting to tent out the crotch of his pants as was Pablo's. Marcellus nodded his head `yes', losing all dignity and self respect. "I can't HEAR you..." said Carlos, wanting to humiliate Marcellus.
"Yes!" answered the 24 year old, embarrassed.
"Yes what...?" asked Pablo, smiling broadly.
"Yes, sir..., I'd like to audition to be Phi-Bui's replacement!" answered Marcellus.
"Then strip, bitch! Get that ass in the air so we can tap it right!" insisted Pablo with Carlos' consent.
Marcellus stripped off all of his clothes as Pablo pulled up the bed sheets to cover the bars as Marcellus got down on his knees between Carlos' spread legs. Carlos was still nursing on his weed when Marcellus positioned himself and started to unfasten his prison slacks. Carlos watched as Marcellus pulled free his erection, then took it into his mouth and started sucking it.
"Feels good...?" asked Pablo, rubbing himself as he watched Marcellus suck.
"Fuck yeeh..." grinned Carlos, taking another hit of weed before passing it on to Pablo.
Pablo took a deep hit as he stared down at Marcellus' naked ass, the cheeks spread wide and tight as Marcellus bobbed his head up and down. Pablo stared down between the cheeks, focusing on the tight hole as he rubbed his hardon through his prison garb.
Marcellus was enjoying himself on Carlos' dick, taking the slick 7 incher as deeply as he could before swallowing it whole. Carlos groaned as he felt the throat wrap around his shaft before Marcellus pulled back and began bobbing his head. Pablo couldn't resist reaching back to manhandle Marcellus' crevice, fingering and manipulated the taut hole. Marcellus gasped as his anal chute was penetrated by Pablo's digits, he tried relaxing his fighting sphincter muscles as he concentrated on pleasing Carlos, wanting to get the job as his lover.
"Damn..., I wanna plug that ass...!" moaned Pablo, unzipping his pants as he got down onto his knees behind Marcellus. Marcellus prepared himself for the stuffing he knew was coming as Pablo spit onto his fingers and smeared it all over Marcellus' asshole for lubricant. Marcellus felt Pablo position himself as he aimed his dick head up to his hole and pushed in.
"UHHH...!!" groaned Marcellus, feeling his asshole invaded. He barely had time to enjoy it when he felt Pablo grabbing his hips and starting to fuck in and out of him fast and furiously, ramming his 8 inch uncut cock through his tight gripping rectum.
"Yea man..., take that fuckin' dick!" coo Pablo, loving the tightness of Marcellus' hole as he fucked in and out of it. "Bitch's pussie's tight...!" smiled Pablo, looking down at Carlos whom was enjoying his head job immensely. "How's his mouth...?"
"Like fucking butta!" smiled Carlos, watching Marcellus' mouth suckle the length of his meat.
Both men fucked in and out of Marcellus' holes, filling him at both ends as they fucked in and out of him carelessly. Marcellus did everything in his power to make the fuck a memorable one, wanting Carlos (as the new head of the Rican Cartel) to pick him as his lover, grunting between sucks and trying to breathe through his nostrils to keep up with a steady stuffing of his throat while getting fucked from behind.
"You gonna make this bitch yur regular pussie?" asked Pablo, hammering away at Marcellus' ass.
"He's definitely worth it..." thought Carlos aloud, getting up on one elbow as he reached down and started to guide Marcellus' head up and down his dick faster and deeper.
"Think of all the parties we could have with him...!" suggested Pablo, knowing they could spend hours fucking him on those rainy days when there was nothing else to do outside.
"He used to be my brother's boi, though..." said Carlos, thoughtfully. "...I don't wanna step on Raul's toes by taking one of his pieces without his consent...!"
"So clear it with him first...!" said Pablo, pulling the ass cheeks apart so he could watch his slim cock go in and out. Marcellus listened as the two men discussed his possible status while fucking him, this made Marcellus re-double his efforts as he sucked harder and started to throw his ass back on Pablo's cock. "Yea bitch..., gimme that ass!" coo Pablo, slamming his cock in harder.
Pablo grunted with each inward thrust as he swallowed Carlos' dick down to the root. Carlos tightened his grip on Marcellus' head as he started to thrust up into his face, burying his cock balls deep with every thrust. "Looks like he's hungry for yur load, man...!" smiled Pablo, wanting to see Carlos feed Marcellus his load.
"Oh he's definitely gonna get it...!" assured Carlos, putting out his joint as he concentrated solely on fucking Marcellus' face and throat.
Marcellus opened his throat as Carlos fucked steadily in and out, his dick head banging deep down into his throat as he guided his head up and down faster and harder.
"Give it to him, man! Feed the faggot yur load!" encouraged Pablo, holding Marcellus' hips as he slammed his pelvis into his buttocks again and again.
"Oh shit, man...!" gasped Carlos, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he started to cum.
Marcellus' breathing was cut off as Pablo grabbed the back of his head and forced his face all the way down into the hairy pubes of Carlo's pelvis. Carlos' entire cock was lodged in Marcellus' throat as Pablo held him there with all his might while he fucked nonstop at the exposed asshole. Marcellus couldn't breathe with the cock wedged in his throat and his nose buried in pubic hair. He could feel Carlos' cock starting to pulse and thicken in his mouth even as Pablo's started to seriously pound into his ass. After nearly a full 30 seconds of impalement, Marcellus started to push back, realizing he might suffocate with Carlo's cock down his throat. But Pablo wouldn't allow him to dislodge, holding him in place as Carlos' cock started to throb harder. "Aww shit man...!!" groaned Carlos, feeling Marcellus' throat starting to convulse around his embedded manhood. "Awwww fuck...!!" he yelled, shooting his load directly down Marcellus' throat. Marcellus felt the hot gush of semen shooting into his stomach as Carlos whined and withered in bed.
"Fuck man..." groaned Pablo as he hammered even harder at Marcellus' ass, his hairy balls slapping against the submissive man's buttock with each thrust. Marcellus took the fucking like a champ, his asshole gripping the length of Pablo's plunging meat as it buried itself 8 inches deep each time. Pablo started to go mad in that ass, fucking it wildly before yank himself free. He grabbed Marcellus by the hair, pulling his mouth up off Carlos' softening dick as he pulled his head back towards him. "Open yur mouth, bitch...!" he ordered, jacking his meat over Marcellus' face.
Marcellus opened his mouth wide as Pablo beat his meat faster and faster. "You want this load, man...?" he asked, fisting his dick hard.
"Oh yes..." groaned Marcellus hungrily as he licked his lips.
"Here it cums...!" warned Pablo, aiming his dick down at Marcellus' face just as he started to cum. Gobs of warm white semen spurted from his flaring dick head, cascading all over Marcellus' face. Marcellus opened his mouth and extended his tongue as he tried to capture the erupting cock in his mouth. "Arrrhhh shit..!!" grunted Pablo as Marcellus captured his dick head. Pablo's cock pulsed and pumped between his lips, filling his mouth as the cum painted his tongue.
Marcellus swallowed the cum, then sucked the hard dick for more as Pablo shook with excitement. "Damn..." he smiled, looking down at his friend (Carlos) sheepishly. "..the bitch drained me!"
"Well...?" asked Marcellus, pulling his mouth free off of Pablo's dick after sucking his pipe dry. "...did I pass the audition?"
"As far as I'm concerned...!" laughed Pablo, slapping his softening dick across Marcellus face playfully. "...yur head of the class!"
Pt-7
David Rodriguez was in a stupor over the disruption of the religious cult `The Brotherhood'. Once word of the Cult's true background hit the papers (due to Muhammad's Inquirer article [originally started by Muhammad but finished by Abdul), prison officials quickly banished the Cult's activities, banning them from practicing their wayward religion anywhere on prison grounds due to a bombardment of media questions. Now lost without a faith, David found himself wandering the prison with no real purpose having loss his father, his lover, and his usefulness.
Wandering back into the Chapel (which had been closed off since the article was published), David ventured past the taped off barrier to fumble around inside the empty rooms built to house individual exorcisms.
David looked around nostalgically as he recalled all the cocks he sucked from all the inmates he helped expel demons from. The walls were empty now, with Brother Paul and his followers no longer allowed inside the halls. With no hope or future, David slid down the side of one of the walls in despair, his head in his hands as he started to contemplate suicide, wanting to join his father in the afterlife. But just as he was starting to figure possible ways of ending it all, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"You know this section is closed off to inmates?" said a Correctional Officer David was not very familiar with (Nicolas Duncan).
"uh..., yeah, I know." said David startled, getting up from the floor. "I uh..., I used to work here..!" he admitted.
"YOU used to work here...?" asked Duncan, sounding surprised as he looked the young handsome inmate up and down. "Reports say that the Monks working here were nothing but homos getting their jollies off blowing inmates..., were YOU one of them?" asked the Officer, curiously.
"I'm gay, --yes..." answered David, honestly. "...but it wasn't just about giving inmates blow jobs, --for many of us it was the only place we ever felt we truly belonged. We felt like we had a purpose..., like we were actually helping people...you know?"
"Helping them do what, achieve orgasm?" asked Duncan, jokingly.
"Actually..., it was more than that..." defended David, truly believing the Brotherhood's methods. "...a lot of inmates had no homes, no family, no social skills, and no religious backgrounds at all to speak of..., the Brotherhood gave them faith, HOPE in something to believe in, and FAMILY to belong to when their real families turned their backs on them!"
"The power of the blow job, eh?" joked the C-O.
"The exorcisms were real!" swore David.
"I'm SURE they were..." chuckled the Officer, doubtfully. "...sucking a horny man's pud will definitely make him release his spirit! I always speak in tongues when I'm cumming down some bitch's throat!"
"It was MORE than merely sucking dick and cumming! It was spiritual, emotional, grappling...! Some of these inmates never had a religious moment in their lives until they met the Brotherhood! Some of them had very violent backgrounds and don't believe in anything but pain and hatred...! But WE were able to make them cry when they were exorcised, releasing all that hate and negative energy into the cosmos!"
"Cumming usually does that!" laughed Duncan.
"I could show you better than I could tell you..." offered David, daringly.
"Really...?" asked the guard, looking around to make sure they were alone. "...you'll give me a blow job right here?" he asked, trailing his fingers along his crotch.
"A `cleansing'..." corrected David. "...and only if you keep an open mind!"
"Oh..., my mind's open!" said the CO, suggestively. "VERY open!"
"Follow me..." offered David, leading the officer towards one of the prayer booths.
Nicolas Duncan took one last look around to make certain they were alone before ducking inside with the inmate. David had the Officer stand in the center of the booth while he mumbled the Brotherhood's prayer and began to circle him. Officer Duncan watched in amusement as the handsome Puerto Rican circled him several times chanting the same prayer before stopping in front of him. David made some holy gestures with his hands before falling to his knees and undoing the officer's pants.
Duncan watched with mounting excitement as David reached into his zipper and freed his hardened dick. David took it into his mouth immediately, not even giving it a glance as he sucked in a trance like state. Duncan stifled a groan when he felt the inmate's warm mouth envelope him, taking over half of his 8 inch dick as David began to bob his head back and forth. Duncan watched the inmate's mouth sliding up and down his dick, his soft pink lips getting closer and closer to his pubic bush. Duncan waited with bated breath as David went further and further down his shaft until his face was buried in his groin. Duncan groaned aloud as his entire shaft was buried down the inmate's throat. Duncan had had some good head in his lifetime, from his live-in girlfriend (Mona) to some paid whores in Italy where he was stationed in the military. But there was something to be said about the old adage that men give better head than women that Duncan could now attest to.
David buried his face in the Officer's zipper, his dick lodged deep down in the confides of his throat. Duncan couldn't resist grabbing David's head as he churned his hardon around in the prisoner's throat.
David pulled back, sliding his lips back up the shaft before sucking gently on the head. Duncan ooo'd softly as the inmate bobbed back and forth, making his manhood feel alive. David's face looked angelic as his mind floated above the clouds spiritually. Without giving much effort he began swallowing Duncan's dick all the way down to the big bloated balls. Duncan groaned aloud when he felt David's throat contracting around his shaft. David's mouth seemed to contour to the shape of his dick, sealing along the sides like a vacuum as David suctioned with force, occasionally suckling the flaring head to savor the sweet salty nectar that formed at the tip.
Duncan loosened the top of his collar to breath easier as he started to break out in a sweat. David picked up the pace of his suck, bobbing his head faster as he took Duncan's dick from tip to base into his throat repeatedly, swallowing it all the way down to the root. David never stopped sucking, never took a moment's break to swallow spit or even breathe as he whored his mouth up and down the Officer's dark mast. He sucked and sucked the hard hot dick like a man possessed, his eyes rolling up in his head as he ate the dick effortlessly. Duncan started to see stars as his orgasm quickly approached. He'd just fucked his girlfriend that morning before leaving for work, but he felt his orgasm coming fast as if he hadn't gotten off in days. He grasped David's head to get some control of his momentum to keep himself from cumming too soon, but David was unstoppable as he wolfed down the dick like a free lunch. Duncan's manhood started to pulse and throb in David's mouth far sooner than anticipated, causing Duncan's body to spasm with seizure. David continued to suck and slurp straight through the guard's orgasm, spittle escaping the edges of his mouth as he tried to eat everything the Officer had to offer. Duncan grabbed fistfuls of David's hair just as his orgasm hit, his 32 year old manhood spurting thick ropey loads of hot sperm into David's suckling mouth.
"Damn man..." he moaned just after his orgasm passed. "...a mouth like that oughta be labeled a deadly weapon!" he laughed, trying to catch his breath.
David swallowed the warm gushy semen as the thick sauce slowly slithered down his throat. He continued to suck upon the juicy head until the shaft began to shrink back into the Officer's pants. David licked his lips as he stood as he awaited Duncan's comments. "That was the BEST head I'd EVER had!!" smiled the Officer weakly, his body exhausted after such a heavy climax.
"Good..., but did you have a moving experience...?" inquired David, wanting to know if the officer was touched by a divine presence.
"uh..., yeah. Yeah sure..., I felt something...!" lied the Officer, making David grin from ear to ear. "I thought I saw my great grandmother...!" he said, trying to keep from laughing.
"I told you!!" smiled David, believing he had a `gift'.
"Maybe you could exorcise me again tomorrow...?" asked Duncan, zipping his pants.
"Sure!" smiled David, innocently. "Same place and time?" he asked, naively.
"Why not?" asked Duncan, having hit the jackpot by finding himself his own personal cock sucker.
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