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/58 NEW PILOT AT THE HELM
Pt-1
The new (acting) Warden has set up shop in Warden Ellis' office. His name is Reuben Wallace, a slim 54 year old Caucasian man the inmates had secretly taken to calling The Nazi behind his back. Wallace is 5-10, 150 lbs with black hair and gray temples, a small mustache (hence the name), and a cold uncaring demeanor. The Nazi was a former career service worker in the military, with 10 years in the political circuit. Married (twice) with one daughter from his first wife and zero children from the second. Reuben is a no nonsense kind of guy who believes in capital punishment.
The Secretary (Sally) showed him around the offices as well as the way from the executive wing to the prison compound. Wallace spent the first day taking pictures for the press, doing interviews, discussing plans and ideas for the prison's new future, and meeting his staff. During a moment when he was in his office alone he got a visit from the former Warden's inmate assistant --Rick McDoogle.
"Sir..." called the secretary from the waiting room. "...mr McDoogle is here for your assistance."
"Who...?" asked Wallace, taking a breather from his paperwork.
"Mr McDoogle..., Warden Ellis assigned himself a prison inmate to do..., odd things for him around the prison when needed." explained Sally.
"Oh, okay.., send him in!" said Wallace.
McDoogle walked into the Warden's office with a huge grin.
"Hello sir! I'm Rick McDoogle! I was Warden Ellis' last personal assistant!" he said, walking over to the desk with his hand extended. Wallace merely looked at it until McDoogle awkwardly put it away in his pocket.
"Yes, well..., what kind of `odd things' did Ellis have you do around here?" asked Wallace curiously, trying to get an understanding. "Did you do filing?"
"uh.., no." answered Rick.
"Did you run errands throughout the prison network? Did you have security clearance?" asked Wallace.
"No sir." answered Rick.
"Did you answer phones while the secretary was away? Did you type? Make coffee? Shine shoes?" asked Wallace.
"Well..., I did a bit of shinning I suppose..." smiled Rick, nervously.
"You suppose...?" asked Wallace sitting back in Ellis' chair. "You mean you don't know?"
"Well..., its all in how you interpret it!" said Rick, slyly.
"Why don't you just tell me exactly what you did for Ellis while he was here, and maye we can work out a similar agreement?" asked Wallace, now very interested.
"I uh..." said Rick, feeling funny to have to admit it aloud. "...well when Ellis needed some, uh..., I would, umm..."
"Spit it out man, I don't have all day!" ordered Wallace, impatiently.
"Ellis..., liked to get head...!" blurted Rick, swallowing hard.
"He liked what...?" asked Wallace, hearing things.
"Ellis..., liked to have his penis sucked at work...!" repeated Rick, clearly. "I would, uh..., blow him whenever he wanted it!" clarified Rick.
"Oh...!" said Wallace, putting his pen up to his bottom lip in thought. "And as a male..., you had no problem with demeaning yourself and allowing another man to use your mouth for such a service?" he inquired.
"uh..." stumbled Rick, sensing a trap.
"And I take it by your willingness to let ME use your services..., that you are probably allowing other inmates you know use you as well?" asked Wallace, making Rick feel like a cheap whore. "I think sex has gone far too overboard here with Ellis in charge! From now on, I'm banning ANY sex of ANY kind at Piedmont! If I find any inmates sexually engaged, they well spend one whole week in the Hole, starting with YOU mister McDoogle!"
"Me..??!" said Rick, just as Wallace pressed an emergency alarm button under the desk. Two prison guards quickly ran in, subduing McDoogle as they dragged him kicking and screaming down to Solitary Confinement.
"And let this be a lesson to ANY inmate who wishes to practice homosexuality in MY prison...!" added Wallace, following Rick to the door. "I will not tolerate inmates engaging in sexual activity! They're here as punishment for the crimes they made, not at a camp for horny teenagers!"
Word quickly spread around the prison that the new Warden was strictly against same sex practices, and that any inmates caught violating the rules would be dealt with strictly and accordingly by being sentenced to the HOLE, leaving many of the inmates to wonder how they would spend the rest of their days?
Pt-2
39 year old inmates Cameron Winter (formally Abdul) found himself in a bad situation with his new cellmate Raymond Sherman (formally Amahd). Raymond had become very physical with Cameron in the last few days, treating him more like property than a human being as he took Cameron anally whenever he wanted. Cam never knew Raymond to be so violently confrontational in all the years he'd known him as a fellow Muslim in the same religion. Raymond had done well to mask his aggressions and keep them under control with constant prayer and meditation, but since leaving the Muslim faith and becoming a Mandingo, his violent streaks have been coming more and more frequently.
Cameron was used to having an equal partnership in his relationships. For years he'd shared a prison cell with his mentor (Muhammad Shaeed [now deceased]) as his right hand man and apprentice. Somewhere along the lines their brotherly love for one another turned physical, forcing them to become lovers despite their faith's warnings to the contrary.
But even then Muhammad never treated Cameron like property, they were always spiritual brothers through and through. Cameron found himself missing Muhammad's presence terribly. Not just his sexual presence, but his emotional and spiritual presence as well. Cameron hadn't realized how totally dependant he'd become on Muhammad for his sanity and survival until he was gone. He LOVED Muhammad in every sense of the word, having just as strong feelings for him as he'd ever had for any female in the real world. Cameron often wondered what would have happened to their friendship/relationship once they were released from prison. Cameron liked to believe that Muhammad would have eventually come to terms with his feelings for him, and would have committed to having a relationship long after they left the prison system as free men. But it was more likely that they would have gone their separate ways.
Cameron knew Muhammad would be turning in his grave if he knew the situation he was living now, being the bitch to Amahd's masculinity. Cameron tired fighting the former Muslim on more than one occasion, trying to save his dignity, but Raymond was just too big and too strong for him to defend against alone. Cameron thought back over his friendship with Amahd over the years, wondering where he misjudged him? Ray had always come across as a gentle giant, the quiet type who spoke softly but carried a big stick. Cameron thought Ray was just being nice to him during the long talks they had about his and Muhammad's struggles (chap-49, pt-3). Cam confided a lot of private and personal information to his former friend, thinking he would understand due to his sensitive nature. But now Cameron wondered if Ray hadn't been playing him all along, stringing him along mentally until the moment he had him alone to spring the REAL Amahd on him, --the physically abusive one.
Cameron lay on top the bed pretending to watch TV as he watched Ray enter into the cell. He always kept a weary eye on his cellmate (for all the good it did), not trusting him nor his mood swings. Ray had a bag in his hand, Cameron couldn't tell what was inside. He prepared himself for another fight, just incase Ray decided he wanted some ass while Cameron wasn't in the mood. Cameron knew there was little he could do to keep Ray from achieving his goal if he wanted it, but Cameron would battle him every step of the way so long as they clashed on so many levels.
"I have a present for you!" said Ray, turning to face Cameron as he continued to lie on the bed. Cam said nothing as he merely looked at Raymond, mistrusting him and his intentions. "Don't you wanna see what it is?" asked Ray, sounding disappointed that Cameron wasn't more excited about the gift.
"What is it?" asked Cam curiously, suspicion dripping from his tone like thick molasses off a tree.
Raymond reached into the bag and pulled out a garment. Cameron's eyes narrowed when he realized what the `present' was. "Do you like it?" asked Raymond, grinning widely as he held it up.
"I TOLD you..., I ain't wearing no dress!" declared Cameron, firmly.
"C'mon babee..., you ain't even tried it on! How do you know you won't like it unless you try it?" asked Ray, practically pleading.
"Because I ain't no fucking chick!" scolded Cameron, getting up from his bunk. "If you looking for someone to play your girlfriend..., I suggest you find some gay boy willing to be your fantasy!"
"YOU'RE supposed to be my boi...!" said Ray, grabbing Cameron by the arm forcibly.
"Emphases on BOI!" said Cameron, "I'm not interested in being your girl!"
"You get fucked like a girl!" stated Raymond, not seeing the difference.
"I also have a DICK!" reminded Cameron.
"I don't use your dick!" countered Raymond.
"That's another problem I have...!" said Cameron, as a matter of fact. "When I was with Muhammad we used to satisfy each other's needs! Here, you expect ME to do all the work!"
"If you haven't checked, I'm NOT Muhammad!" said Raymond, squeezing Cameron's arm tighter.
"Believe me..., I'd never mistake you for Muhammad!" said Cameron, sternly. It took a few seconds for the statement to sink though Ray's brain, then register it as an insult. But once he realized what his lover meant by that simple sentence, he reached back and slapped Cameron directly across the face.
Cameron was shocked as his face spun around from impact. His first instinct was to fight back, but Ray gripped him tightly about both arms and began shaking him like crazy.
"I'm TIRED of you throwing how great Muhammad was up in my face! I TOLD you I didn't want to hear you make mention of him again!" he yelled, throwing Cameron back against a wall. Cameron was literally stunned by the attack as Ray came at him. "You wanna act like a bitch, then I'll treat you like a bitch..!" he said, grabbing Cameron by the back of his neck. "Put that fucking dress on...!" he ordered, shoving Cameron towards the floor where the dress lay in a heap. "When I get back, you'd BETTER be in that dress of else..!!"
Ray walked out of the cell without finishing his sentence, not really knowing what he would do with Cameron. Ray really liked his cellmate, he may even have loved him, but every time he and Cameron clashed, his street fury took over making it impossible for him to communicate without violence.
Cameron lay on the floor, his mind racing with thought. He looked at the dress Ray wanted him to wear, a symbol of his submission and dissention into an abusive relationship. Cameron rose to his feet, holding the red dress in his hands. His manhood and pride made wearing the dress impossible. He wouldn't be caught dead in woman's garments, no matter how many ass whippings he took.
Ray crumpled the dress up into a ball, then stuffed it into the toilet before leaving the cell himself.
Pt-3
As a courtesy to some of the inmate's religious beliefs, the prison has made previsions for some of the inmates to gather in and pray. The Muslims pray up to 5 times daily, with the option of group sessions. At any given time there could be up to 40 Muslims gathered for prayer as they kneel on their prayer rugs and bow to the power and wisdom of Ali.
It was at the end of one of those sessions that Cameron caught the group coming out of prayer. Cameron took a deep breath before walking through the crowd of dispersing black men to approach the leader along with a handful of his brethren. Cameron felt strange coming into their ranks so soon after denouncing his religion. But so much had happened to him since his decision to leave Islam.
His eyes met Rashad's as the two men noticed each other in the corridor. Rashad's eyes looked over Cameron with the same smoldering glare he used to give when he was a Muslim, Cameron felt uneasy as he approached the leader of the group.
"Excuse me..." he said, breaking into the conversation as all eyes fell on him. "...I just wanted to know if I could speak to you for a minute...?" he asked respectably. "...about rejoining the Nation of Islam?"
All the men in the group turned to look at each other in silent gesture as eyebrows raised and ears perked for the leader's answer...
"Why don't we step into my cell and discuss this in private, my brutha?" said Jamal, taking Cameron aside for a private conversation.
Pt-4
The new Warden ventured down into Solitary Confinement to visit with one of his inmates. A man prison guards insisted needed to be separated from the rest of population for his own safety. Warden Wallace (the Nazi) heard the claims the guards swore were true, but such abominations sometimes needed to be witnessed by ones own eyes.
Wallace walked down the basement halls of Confinement with his personal guardsmen, the prisoners peering through the small glass windows to see what all the commotion was about as he stood in front of the new prisoner's cell. "Open it!" he ordered, as the guards unlocked the steel door holding the man prisoner.
"Kersey Gordon...?" asked Warden Wallace, staring into the cell as Kersey got up from his bunk and stood by the back wall. "I'm Warden Wallace..., I'm told you requested to see me?"
"Oh yes! Yes Warden!!" glee Kersey, looking at Wallace as his angel. "My medical records got lost in the transfer..., but I have a medical condition that makes me a target to other inmates! I NEED to be kept away from the other inmates..., as FAR away as possible!"
"I heard about your..., condition mr Gordon..., but I couldn't phantom it in my mind, so I thought I'd come down and see for myself!" said Wallace, causing Kersey to become uncomfortable. "Why don't you drop your pants and show me the problem?"
"I uh..." stammered Kersey, fumbling with his fasten. "...the prison doctor..."
"I read his report, but I would like to see the problem first hand if you will...?" stated Wallace.
Kersey looked at Wallace, then at the guards he had with him. He could tell by some of their smirks that they had heard of his condition as well. Knowing it would embarrass him, Kersey unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to his knees, exposing his private parts.
Wallace looked, then reached into the inside pocket of his blazer to don his glasses. He inched forward as he turned his head sideways to see a big bushel of curly sandy blonde hair covering his public area, but no male phallus or testicles hanging where they should be.
Wallace motioned for Kersey to take a seat on the edge of his bed and spread his legs (further humiliation). Kersey felt the eyes of every man in the room looking down between his legs, staring at his lack of manhood. Wallace leaned in closer for a better look, then stood up as he made his way to the exit. The guards followed Wallace's leave, but not before Kersey swore he saw a few large lumps swelling in their crotches.
"That man is an abomination, and would ruin everything I want this prison to stand for!" said Wallace, as the guards closed and locked the metal door behind them. "I want him separated from the inmates every moment of the day! No one is to know he's even here! If word ever got out that we have a man here with a woman's private parts..., anarchy would break loose as sure as the nose on my face!"
Pt-5
Raymond Sherman came back to his cell, fully expecting to see his cellmate Cameron Winters dressed in the pretty garments he had Swallow (the prison's house mother [first seen back in chap-13, pt-3 & chap-30, pt-2]) make in special order. But when he entered his cell, instead of Cameron, he was greeted by the Muslim leader Jamal Fatah, and his brethren.
"Amahd...!" called Jamal, stunning Raymond as he stood paralyzed in his tracks. "...we were asked to meet with you by an old friend."
"Who might that be?" asked Ray, having an idea.
"Seems you've fallen far from your teachings of the Qaran..." said Jamal, looking around Ray's fully furnished cell. "Color TV's, dvd players, IPODS, movies, cd's, fully stocked fridge..., you seem to have sold your soul to the devil himself!"
"I left the Nation Of Islam some time ago so I wouldn't have to look at your disappointing stares or listen to your chronic complaints about how I live my life!" stated Ray, directly (Jamal and Ray used to be cellmates [chap20, pt4]). "So if you have a point for being here, I suggest you get to it! Or else get to stepping outta my cell!"
"You want direct, my brutha..., we'll give you direct!" said Jamal, getting up from seated position, followed by his brethren (Shaheim, Omar, and Khaliq). "Brutha Abdul..."
"You mean Cameron!" interrupted Ray, calling Cam by his birth name.
"Brutha ABDUL came to us about his situation..." continued Jamal. "...he felt he made a big mistake leaving the Muslims, and wanted to get back in our ranks as soon as possible!"
Ray said nothing as he looked each Muslim over, trying to intimidate them with his most hateful glare. "So as of THIS moment, brutha Abdul is once again Muslim, and under OUR collective protection!" Jamal walked up to Ray face to face. "So any more contact with him, with be immediately intervened by us! Is that direct enough for you?"
With that the Muslims all filed out of Ray's cell one by one. Ray looked into the toilet to find the beautiful red dress he had especially made for Cameron. He fished it out of the bowl as anger filled his gut. Ray rung the dress out, twisting the fabric until all the water poured out onto the floor, pretending it was Cameron's neck instead.
Pt-6
Life for 34 year old Davis Wood has gotten progressively worse since being sentenced to Piedmont Penitentiary. Married with 4 kids, Davis is now the personal property of his current cellmate Mason Miller.
Mason is a 2 time loser with nothing to lose in prison. As Wood's new owner, he sells Davis to other inmates for profit while keeping him medicated and numb on illegal drugs. Part of Davis' job to earn money is to sell his mouth in the prison library, Mason collects profits in the form of cigarettes, favors, and promises as Davis suck dick after prison dick. Many of the guards know of Davis' ordeal, but none come to his aid as there are too many inmates to care for.
Davis finished up his last blow job just before lock down. Mason is there to drag him (staggering) back to their cell just before lights out. As they enter their cell, Mason shoved Davis forward as he stumbled into the bunks. "Get outta those funky ass clothes!" ordered Mason, disgusted by the amount of slime covering Davis' shirt. Davis fumbled loosely at the buttons, unsure how to work his blurry fingers. Mason got angry at the man's laziness and slapped him viscously across the face. When Davis fell over on his side, Mason started pulling at the waist of his pants, exposing his ass.
Davis lay on his stomach as Mason stood up and unfastened his prison pants, staring down lustfully at the ass he was about to fuck. Once his hard dick popped into view (all 9 inches of it), he spit into his palm to moisten the head before leaning over Davis' back and forcing his way in through the tight moist anal opening. Davis merely grunted (deliriously stoned) as Mason's dick pierced through his anal lips, ramming deep and directly into his packed innards. "Fuckin' faggot ass muthafucka...!" snarled Mason fucking hard into Davis' ass purposely hard, --reducing him to nothing but a mere hole for the fucking. Davis lay groaning softly as his ass was fucked again against his will. Since meeting Mason and becoming the younger man's bitch, Davis (a straight man) had been getting his ass hammered by the hardnosed drug dealer daily.
Mason was a man with little regard for human life or regard. His childhood was riddled with drive-by shootings, drug dealings, murderers, gang fights, rapes, racial divide, and domestic violence. He grew up quickly in the streets of west Philly, his childhood impacted by the bad influences of the men that surrounded him. From the very beginning he was subjected to watching his mother get beaten by her many boyfriends, her naked battered and bloody body lying on the floor after they finished fucking and abusing her. On the streets Mason saw woman being sold in prostitution, or selling their bodies to the highest bidder just to get out of the hood. Drug dealers treated girls like property or pets, getting as many of them under their belts as they could handle. As Mason got older he mimicked those influences, becoming one of west Philly's most ruthless criminals. He treated everyone like potential customers, hard working people with loving families were only one crack pipe away from becoming his street trash statistics. Mason got through life violently, stomping on the weak and crushing his opponents under his boots. He treated Davis Wood no different than any girl he ever dated, beating him into submission, fucking him whenever he felt like it, and selling his mouth for profit.
Davis Wood was vaguely aware of his past and background, Mason did well keeping his mind clouded in fog by constantly injecting him with drugs. Davis was usually spaced out when Mason sent him to work, leaving him unable to fight back or defend himself.
Mason's pelvis slapped repeatedly into Davis' ass cheeks, his entire 9 inch dick ramming deep into Davis' bowels. Mason always saved his cellmate's ass strictly for HIS pleasure only, he didn't mind sacrificing Davis' mouth to other inmates, but he didn't want to chance Davis catching anything contagious anally and passing it onto him.
Mason loved how Davis' ass snapped snugly around his manhood with every plunge. He liked looking down and seeing his big dick disappear up the older man's straight ass, knowing he had no choice but to take his fuck or risk getting another serious beat down for refusing. Davis' ass swallowed up Mason's dick over and over, the thick base slamming harder and harder into his ass cheeks as the bulbous head pierced deeply into his shocked innards again and again.
Mason grew drunk with power as he fucked the weaker man. After bashing his manhood into his body for 15 solid minutes, he grabbed Davis' by the legs and flipped him roughly over onto his back. Davis' mind swirled dizzily as his knees were pressed up against his chest and his asshole stuffed full of hard dick again.
"Head count!!" yelled one of the prison guards, walking the ground floor as all the inmates started to exit their cells.
Mason knew he was out of time, but wanted to bust his nut before pulling his dick free. He hammered at his cellmate's ass with vigilance, pounding Davis into the hard mattress with increasing thrusts. Inmates nearby started to peer in, getting a free show as Mason went wild on top of his slave. The guard noticed several of the convicts looking into the cell, and ordered them to get back in line. When the inmates dispersed, he called to the two inmates still inside the cell to come out. Mason ignored him and continued to fuck the weaker man, using his dick as a weapon as he pounded and pounded Davis' bare hole mercilessly.
"Hey..., did you hear me..? Come out of the cell NOW!!" yelled the guard, getting agitated. After waiting a few seconds, he headed for the stairwell, mumbling angrily as he ascended the cell steps.
The inmates looked on curiously as the guard made his way to the second landing, then headed down to the cell in question. But just before he reached the cell, Mason came out carrying Davis around the waist. "What the fuck's going on here...??" asked the guard, seeing Mason holding his cellmate up on his feet. "Didn't you guys hear me call the head count?"
"My cellmate's feeling a lil' sick..." lied Mason, holding Davis' trousers up by the seat of his pants. "...he was throwing up in the toilet!"
The guard looked Davis up and down questionably, taking in his sour look and drowsy demeanor. "uh...okay..." he said, thinking Davis certainly looked sick. "...put him back in bed and get in line!" ordered the guard before heading back to the stairwell.
Mason smiled to himself as he dragged Davis back into the cell. Davis' pants slipped just as Mason shoved him onto his bunk, falling down around his ankles as he fell face forward onto the bed. Mason smiled devilishly as he noticed a large trickle of his own semen starting to dribble from Davis' anus, signifying that he had indeed cum a giant load inside his cellmate before being rudely interrupted by the prison guard.
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