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/61 FUGITIVES
Pt-1
THE RIVER-VIEW APARTMENTS COMPLEX
...is a large luxury apartment building on the banks of The Schuylkill River on Kelly Drive. 22 year old ex-prison guard Andrew Roberts awoke after a restless sleep. Still plagued with dreams of his rape during the Prison Riots (back in chaps-42), he awoke in a cold sweat to find himself in bed alone. "David...?" he called for his 51 year old lover upon noticing his side of the bed empty.
Andrew crawled out of bed in concern. The digital clock beside the bed read 3:02am, it was unlike McConnell to be up at that time of night.
Curiously Andrew opened the bedroom door and wandered out into the living room, there he found his lover (David L. McConnell) sitting on the sofa, going over notes and material collected from Warden Dennis Ellis' private collections from home.
"David..." called Andrew, walking into the room stark naked.
"What are YOU doing up...?" asked McConnell, looking up from the mounds of paperwork he had to read over.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing!" inquired Andrew, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"I'm just going over some of Ellis' stuff..., seeing if there's anything we missed...any leads to tell us what we need to know for sure!"
"And...?"
McConnell threw the papers down in frustration.
"Nothing! That fat fuck made sure to cover his ass! We may never find Malik and Maleece without a full confession!" answered David.
"What about the inmate's testimony? Are you looking into his statement...?" questioned Andrew.
"We are..., but it takes time to track down every lead! By the time we find them they could be..." his voice trailed off before finishing that statement. "The judge was good enough to give us a speedy trial date to help with the investigation..., hopefully we'll be able to get Marvin Rollins on the stand soon and end this nightmare once and for all!"
"You'll find them, safe and sound! You'll see!" swore Andrew, sliding from the sofa arm to the floor in front of McConnell.
McConnell said nothing as Andrew removed the papers covering McConnell's lap. "Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?" he asked, reaching for the lump in David's crotch.
"You're doing well enough already!" smiled McConnell, sleepily.
Andrew massaged the lump until it grew fully hard, then he pulled the long lengthy mulatto tool from McConnell's pajama fly and took the head into his mouth. McConnell settled back in his seat, relaxing as Andrew took good care of him, bobbing his head up and down slowly as he took as much of McConnell's 9 inch meat as physically possible for a beginner.
McConnell had reservations about letting Andrew move in with him (Due to his tender age) so soon after the breakup of him and Malik Jones (chap-26 of Precinct-Twenty Three/ in the jan1st section of gay/authoritarian), --but after nursing his physical and mental wounds after the Riot, it only seemed natural that Andrew stay with him. McConnell was surprised at how smooth the transition was for Andy, having come of a straight relationship with a church girl to living with an older man was as easy as slipping into a new pair of jeans. Andrew had an easiness about him that made living together cake; nothing like the turmoil McConnell went through with Malik whom was slightly older than Andy. McConnell still worried what his family would think of their dad living with another man, one young enough to be one of his sons to boot. McConnell's ex-wife and adult children had no idea of his sexuality, he divorced their mother and moved into his current apartment to live what they all assumed was a sweet straight bachelor's life.
While McConnell worried how his family would accept his new lifestyle, Andrew busied himself working his mouth up and down the older man's think 9 inch shaft. To think just a few short months ago he was completely straight, happily dating girls and content with someday getting married and starting a family. Now while none of those things were out of reach, he definitely never pictured himself in his current situation, --giving pleasure to another man's dick.
Andrew's parents knew he was a Corrections Officer at the State Prison. They knew about the Riots, and they knew their son was attacked and beaten by inmates. But Andrew stopped short of telling his family about the rapes, not wanting to be seen as a victim, he simply left out the gory detail and quit his job to try becoming a police officer. With Captain McConnell's help, he now attended Police Academy where he is currently learning how to become an officer.
He looked up at David as he drove his mouth down on his dick, stuffing his mouth full as McConnell's dick head poked out his right cheek. McConnell reached down and gently stroked Andrew's facial cheek as he watched him nurse on his manhood. He loved watching the handsome young man feast on his meat, enjoying himself as he tried in vain to get all the meaty mulatto pole in his throat.
Andrew sucked on McConnell's dick for a nice length of time, coating the light skin shaft with a thin shin of slick spit before pulling his head up from his lap. McConnell watched as Andrew climbed up on top of him, his own hard dick 7 inch dick swaying back and forth as he straddled the Captain's lap and lowered his cum slick asshole down on the large head.
"uhhh..." groaned Andy, feeling the head penetrate his anal ring.
He settled down in McConnell's lap as he nestled his ass cheeks down on top the Captain's balls, sheathing the entire shaft in his tight love hole.
McConnell grabbed hold of Andrew's hips, squeezing the soft fat around the edges as he thrust up into his body. Andy groaned softy as he leaned forward and kissed his lover. McConnell accepted the young man's tongue as he allowed him to forget about work, the trial, and the two officers missing in action.
Andy started to bounce his ass in McConnell's lap, sliding his slick asshole up and down the hard curved shaft. Instantly McConnell's cock head scrapped across Andy's prostate, causing an electric shock to shoot through his body. He moaned in the older man's mouth, holding onto his muscular shoulders for support as he lifted and lowered his body on his dick.
McConnell closed his eyes as he French kissed Andy, slopping and sucking each other's tongues as they fucked each other in unison. His hands rubbed up and down the younger man's back and ass, helping to lift and lower him on his cock. Every time Andy's asshole bottomed out on his dick, the anal ring would tighten and squeeze his dick shaft like a vice grip. It took weeks to get Andy's ass back to normal after the rapes, his hole was nearly ripped to shreds, making even normal everyday function like bowel movements impossible. For the longest time McConnell was afraid to touch him back there, afraid he'd hurt him and cause him pain. It was Andy who initiated the anal play, telling David how badly he wanted to feel his big dick back inside him after he healed. That first night was magical as they really truly made love for the first time in their relationship. From that moment on Andy was a permanent fixture in McConnell's apartment.
Andrew's hardon poked painfully in McConnell's stomach as he rode the older man's dick like a cowboy. Breaking the kiss, Andy bowed his back before leaning back to stroke his own dick. McConnell started twisting and manipulating his erect nipple while Andy continued to ride him. The cum McConnell had dumped in Andy earlier that night acted as lubricant, causing his dick to slip and slide in and out easily.
Andy's eyes fluttered up in his head as he neared climax. His anus started to spasm and squeeze McConnell's shaft tighter. McConnell took that opportunity to roll Andy over on his back, spreading his legs wide to make room for the police Captain's 6 foot 1 frame. Andy continued to stroke as McConnell took over the fucking, tossing his hips back and forth as he fucked Andy harder, faster, and deeper.
"UHH! OHH! AHH! AWW! OUUU! AHHH!" grunted Andy with each of McConnell's thrusts. The older man rode the young ass deeply as he penetrated to cum slick chute all the way to his hairy balls.
Andy's dick strained and throbbed in his stroking hand as he suddenly started hosing thick white cum streaks all over his heaving chest and stomach.
McConnell watched Andy get his nut as he fucked harder. Andy was groaning louder and louder as he came. McConnell drove his dick all the way up into the 22 year old and held himself there as his own cock and balls started pouring gobs and gobs of liquid cum into Andy's slick warm chute. "Oh fuck...!" sighed the older man as he fell forward and collapsed on his lover's chest.
Andy stroked McConnell's back and shoulders as he held him close to him, his asshole still massaging the spurting cock as it finished off inside him.
"I love you, David..." whispered Andy softly, his heart pounding with fright from the return response.
McConnell lifted up after catching his breath and stared down into Andrew's eyes.
"I love you too, shorty!" he smiled, genuinely.
Pt-2
THE SAFE HOUSE
Two plain clothed policemen sat guarding 28 year old Marvin Rollins from inside the motel the city was secretly renting for his protection. To pass the night away, one of the officers brought a porno video in from home to watch on DVD. By the third scene both officers were sitting on the sofa rubbing themselves lustfully. The girls in the movie were getting gangbanged by a group of big dick black men, each man had a turn at the girl's mouth, pussy, and asshole (in that order). By the end of the movie, each girl's bare pussy and asshole was dripping cream pies with thick clotting coats of cum.
"Damn, that shit was hot!" said one officer to another. "I didn't know you were into anal movies!"
"I'm into any kind of movie.., so long as it's hot and got some banging ass women in it!" answered the video's owner.
"That shit gets me horny as hell!" said the first officer, rubbing himself freely. "Shame we don't have a girl here to fuck right now!"
"We could, uh..." said the second officer, deciding not to go any further.
"Could what...?" asked the first officer, curiously.
"Ever jerk off as a kid...? I mean with a brother, cousin, or a friend?"
"No. Never." answered the first officer.
"It's easy...! You just pull out your pud as if you're all alone by yourself..., and start stroking! It's cool!"
"You want to jack off together...?" asked number one.
"I will if you will!" answered number two.
Both officer unzipped their flies and began pulling out their mutually hard manhoods. They stroked themselves while watching the rest of the movie and sneaking peeks at each other's equipment. After the next scene passed both men were stroking freely. Officer number two scooted closer to number one until both their legs were touching. When officer one didn't make any attempt to remove his leg, number two reached over and grasped his hardon with his hand.
Officer one was surprised by said nothing in defense. Seeing a green light, officer two bent over to take officer one's prize meat into his mouth. But just as his mouth hovered above the drooling cock head, in burst two masked gunmen, blowing the motel door off its hinges before shooting up everything in sight!
The two half naked police officers were shot dead where they sat, their raging hardons quickly deflated as their bodies lay slumped in death.
In the bedroom, Marvin Rollin's heard the gunshots. He jumped up from the double sized bed he slept on (his wrist handcuffed to the post), hoping to hear the police come in and tell him everything was alright. But instead of the police, the door was kicked open as one of the masked men entered, holding his gun down before him with two hands like an officer.
Marvin kicked the door back on the gunman and rushed him (dragging the large motel bed with him) before the man could get off the first shot. The gunman screamed in physical pain as his body got crushed between the door and the 250 pound convict. Marvin pulled the door back and slammed it into him again and again until the gun fell from the killer's hand. When Marvin reached down to retrieve it, the other gunmen started shooting through the door, leaving Marvin to dive on the bed out of harms way.
The first gunman jumped to his feet, jumping onto the bed to fight for the weapon. He and Marvin tussled like pit-bulls until Marvin delivered a sucker punch square across the gunman's jaw, sending him reeling partially conscious to the floor. The second gunman ran into the doorway and aimed his weapon. Marvin thought he was a goner for sure as he lay on the bed defenseless until a gunshot rang out, causing the second gunmen to fall forward on the floor bleeding from the shoulder.
Marvin used the abandoned gun lying on the bed to shoot off his cuffs as he quickly ran from the room.
"Police..., FREEZE!!" yelled officer Jake Valentine, standing in the front door holding his gun. Marvin dropped the killer's gun on the floor and threw up his hands. On the couch he saw the two dead half naked police officers, bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds with their limp dicks hanging out of their pants. "Are you shot...?!" asked Valentine, keeping an eye on the bedroom and the two men stirred on the floor. "ARE YOU SHOT..!!??" he repeated louder, snapping Marvin out of his shock.
"uh..., no! No!!" answered the convict as he shook the cobwebs from his head.
"Outside..., NOW!!" ordered Jake, holding his weapon on the men as he backed out the front door slowly. "Get in my car! It's parked right there in the drive!" ordered Jake.
Marvin ran for the car as officer Valentine held off the gunmen. Once he was sure the witness was far enough, he ran after him, running as fast as he could until they both jumped into the vehicle on opposite sides.
Jake fumbled in his pockets for the keys as Marvin screamed at him to "get this shit moving!!" Gunshots rang out as the back window shattered. Jake put the car in gear and tore out of the motel parking lot like a championship racer. The car sped down the Industrial Highway doing a 100 easy. Jake pressed the pedal to the metal, flying through red lights and stop signs without regard. Once Marvin felt they were a safe distance away from the killers, he reached over and grabbed officer Valentine's gun from the seat. "Hey...! What the...??!"
The car swerved back and forth on the road as Jake fought to save his weapon. Marvin pulled the piece on the officer, aiming it directly at Jake's head while he drove. "What the fuck'r you doing??" asked Jake, regaining control of the car as he straightened back out on the road, nearly sideswiping another car. "I'm a police officer! I just saved your life!"
"As far as I'm concerned I was safer in jail!!" yelled Marvin. "Who the fuck was those guys, and why were they trying to shoot me??!!"
"I don't know...!" screamed Jake, looking in the rearview mirror as well as keeping an eye on the inmate. "I was just driving by to check up on things when I noticed the two cops guarding outside in the patrol car dead. Than I saw the front door was wide open and heard the gunshots!"
"That's awfully convenient, ain't it?!" asked Marvin, doubting the story.
Jake took a double-take...
"I'm a POLICE OFFICER...! You met me with Captain McConnell..., remember??!"
"I don't trust ANY of you asshole!" said Marvin, relaxing a little more after recognizing the officer. "Where the fuck'r we going?" he asked, looking out at the road ahead.
"I'm taking us to the Precinct!" said Jake, never taking his foot off the gas.
"The fuck you will!" countered Marvin, mistrusting the police.
"I HAVE to take you back to home base! That's procedure!" reasoned Jake.
"Well get this COP...!" said Marvin, sarcastically. "...I'm NOT a police officer, and I have the gun! So we go where I say we go!"
Jake looked at the convict sitting across from him, then down at his weapon the inmate was holding. He couldn't be sure Marvin wouldn't shoot him, after all he IS a convicted criminal.
"Okay..." agreed Jake, taking his foot off the gas to slow down on a curve. "...where to?"
"I know JUST the place...!" said Marvin...
Pt-3
PIEDMONT PENITENTIARY
Early morning 28 year old Kersey Gordon sat in his quiet cell, waiting for guards to open his cell and allow him his daily early morning walk around the prison Yard before inmates get up for morning head count.
He sat up on his bunk (fully dressed) when he heard the metal door being unlocked. "Okay, FREAK..., time for your walk!" barked one of the guards. Kersey immediately recognized him as `Deathrow' (one of the prison's new guards). Kersey got up and walked by him timidly as the guard led Kersey down the hall towards the elevators leading to the first floor.
"Make it count!" said Deathrow as Kersey pushed through the doors leading outside. The cool fresh air hit him instantly as the darkness of brisk early morning still showed residue of night.
Deathrow stood at the door, lighting himself a cigarette as he watched the inmate walk around the Yard. Rumor around the guard's locker room had it that Kersey Gordon wasn't a real man, that he had definite female parts which would certainly make him a definite target in an all male prison. Deathrow watched for nearly an hour as Kersey walked the Yard, smoked a borrowed cigarette, and watched the morning sun rise over the highway in the distance.
After being escorted back into the prison, he was taken down to the inmate showers where he was allowed to wash up. Deathrow and fellow guard Sgt Slaughter (nick names derived from the G.I. Joe comic books) stood watch as Kersey stripped naked and walked into the spray of warm water.
Kersey was always self-conscious about his body (or lack there of of male appendage) when other men were around. Being born a hermaphrodite (a person born with another sex's genitalia), Kersey was strongly aware how odd everyone viewed his lack of manhood.
He saw the two guards watching him as he showered. During his short time here already he was quite used to the guards staring at him as if he were a circus act. But there was something strangely different about how there two particular men watched him. Kersey felt out of place and in danger, especially when he noticed the two men entering the shower room and getting closer.
"So word has it that you don't have a dick!" said one of the men, startling Kersey as he tried to shy away from them. "Lets SEE it!" he said, pushing Kersey on the shoulder.
Kersey covered his privates with his soapy hands, trying to shield his shameful secret. "I said lets SEE it!" ordered the guard, pushing Kersey harder. When Kersey still failed to respond correctly, he physically grabbed him and tussled him face first into the wall.
Kersey's face slapped up against the cold tile as a finger quickly found his secret spot. "You'd better learn to listen while you're here, inmate...!" warned the guard, jamming a curious finger into Kersey's vagina. "...or you just might find yourself accidentally placed in General Population by mistake! Got me?" Kersey shook his head nervously as he closed his eyes and whimpered like a baby. "Answer me, faggot!" barked the guard.
"Ye...ye..., YES!" answered Kersey, frightened out of his wits.
Deathrow fingered Kersey's opening roughly as he held him shoved against the wall. "You've got to come over here and try this, man...!" he said to his partner.
"I intend to!" said Slaughter, taking off his uniform pants and removing his shirt.
Kersey knew he was in serious trouble when he saw the guard stripping naked. He struggled as Slaughter got closer, his growing hardon swinging left and right as he walked.
"No..., please...!" squirmed Kersey as Slaughter and Deathrow changed places. Deathrow sniffed his fingers, catching Kersey's scent as Sgt Slaughter got in behind the pleading inmate. "I've never been fucked before! No..., please, don't!"
Slaughter ignored the inmates pleas as he stuffed two thick meaty fingers up the man's snatch. Kersey cried out in pain as his vagina walls were stretched. When he tried again to resist, he was roughly manhandled back into submission. Once satisfied that the inmate would cooperate, Sgt Slaughter aimed his meaty manhood up between the backs of Kersey's thighs and shoved. "AAARRRRRHHHHHH...!!!!" screamed Kersey as the cock penetrated his cunt.
"Awww fuck that's a tight fit!" cheered Slaughter, loving the snapper he shoved his dick in. He held Kersey firmly about the waist as he ground his pelvis up against the man's ass, burying his dick all the way up in his convulsing vaginal cave. Kersey danced on his tippy-toes, trying to escape Slaughter's raping pole as the man started to thrust in and out of him like a women.
Kersey wailed in pain as his manly cunt was fucked for the first time in his life. A straight man, Kersey had always been attracted to women all his life. Most of the girls he dated never knew he didn't possess a penis, as he always performed oral sex on them. The few that knew his agonizing secret dated him despite his lack of manly substance, allowing him to use toys and massage objects to help penetrate them. Kersey was never attracted to, nor never wanted to experience sex with another guy. None of his male friends knew of his circumstance. Kersey never allowed himself to be put in a situation where they could find out about him, never using the urinals in public restrooms, never participating in 3ways with male friends, and never NEVER comparing penis sizes.
Now Kersey found himself beginning the start of his worse nightmare, being fucked against his will in a male prison. His lawyer fought the court system hard to get Kersey a reduced sentence with in-home jail time, or at least a cell in a Women's Correctional Facility. But the judge was definitely against, saying such a sentence would reward Kersey for his crimes.
Now Kersey paid the highest debt a man could pay short of giving his life as his manhood, his very soul was stripped as the 6 foot guard stole his virginity.
Sgt Slaughter was an ex-military officer, now retired and working Corrections. He never had a tolerance for sissies, punks, or any of the excuses minorities had for being underachievers. He treated everybody like dogs, whipping soldiers into shape and building up manhood and character. For those who fell short of that challenge, they got the brunt end of his teaching stick (his hard pole shoved deep into their bare assholes!)
He bent Kersey over, exposing his vagina further as he fucked into it deeper. Kersey cried louder as his pussy was pulverized by the big thick built Sgt. "Go on and scream, asshole..., no body can hear you all the way down here...!" teased Slaughter, hammering his dick in and out like a power drill. Kersey was forced to bend and surrender his most sacred of places, giving his virginity up to a mad sadistic guard who didn't give two shits about him. He held onto the shower wall for support as he cunt was beaten up from the inside. He could see the guards thick legs standing behind his, lifting him up on his toes as he thrust hard up into him. He could see Slaughter's meaty balls swinging back and forth, slapping heavily into him with every thrust. He could also see the thick base of his cock as he withdrew, only to feel it shoved all the way back in as his body was once again slammed against the wall.
"Does it feel like real cunt...?" asked Deathrow, peeling off his own uniform to take his turn next.
"Tighter than a 5th grader!" snarled Slaughter as he shoved in one last time and held himself there. Kersey heard the big man grumble and groan, then felt his thick dick pulse and jerk inside him and knew the guard was filling his vagina with cum. "Arrrhhhhhh yeeahhh...!!" grunted Slaughter, draining his snake in the tight gripping cave.
When he was done releasing his load, he yanked his softening cock from the cunt and rinsed off. Kersey stood up, his legs feeling like rubber as his held onto the wall to keep from falling over. He could see blood washing off of Slaughter's cock as he reached for the soap. Curiously Kersey reached down and ran his fingers across his sore cunt, and withdrew with a finger full of mixed semen and blood. "It's nothing, boy!" said Slaughter, seeing the worry on Kersey's face as he thought he'd bleed to death. "It's just your cheery being broken..., all bitches go through it their first time! Man up!!"
Deathrow stepped up behind Kersey next, grabbing the man by his waist as he maneuvered him into fucking position. Kersey begged the guard not to fuck him, to show him mercy as he was already in pain. But Deathrow turned an deaf ear as he lined his own hardon up to the cum/blood soaked cunt and pushed in without protection. Kersey wailed out as he was once again filled to the brim with cock.
Deathrow's dick was shorter than Sgt Slaughter's, but any cock would hurt a sore cunt after its first fuck. Tears flowed steadily down Kersey's face (washed away by the shower spray) as he got fucked for the second time. He could feel the guard's cock filling him full, his vaginal walls spreading to make room for the man's girth. Deathrow bottomed out when his balls pressed up against Kersey's thighs. He moaned aloud, loving the hot wet feeling surrounding his dick as he ground his balls into Kersey's snatch.
"Feels damn good, don't it?" asked Slaughter, laughing as he made his way out of the shower.
"Hell yeah!" excited Deathrow, pulling back to sink his dick back in. He fucked Kersey in the same position that Slaughter did, using his cum load as lubricant as he slid easily in and out of the slick tight squeezing girl hole.
Kersey could feel Deathrow's hips and pelvis slapping into his ass as he buried his dick again and again. All he could do was stand there and get fucked. He had no defense against the guards raping him. Kersey came into prison knowing he needed to protect himself against the inmates, but it never occurred to him that he'd need to protect himself from the guards too. Guards had the freedom to leave the prison, to go home and fuck their wives and girlfriends, or find some whore in the bars. It never crossed his mind that some of them might be sadistic enough to want to know what it would feel like to fuck a man with a woman's cunt.
Deathrow was born Patrick Beanmen, a 37 year old Caucasian with dark black hair and a very stern look. Most who saw him thought he looked crazed, while others saw sexy dance with danger. Both estimates were correct as Beanmen loved to walk on the wild side. The only thing that separated him from most of the inmates was that he passed the State's test to become a Corrections Officer.
He grabbed a fistful of Kersey's wet hair and yanked the inmate's head backwards as he fucked hard and deep into his sore vagina. Kersey could feel the hard cock slamming into him with every thrust, filling his womanly place as it punched through him like a battering ram. It didn't take Deathrow long to cum as he fucked repeatedly into the soft sloppy wet pussy with increasing speed. He hammered hard until he had Kersey clawing at the walls. When he was ready to cum he pulled out and shoved Kersey to the floor and jerked off all over his face like he used to do his ex-wife. Kersey felt cum dropping splattered all over his face, leaving nasty streaks of thick white juice which (luckily) the water washed away almost immediately.
"Clean it...!" ordered Deathrow, presenting his flaring dick to Kersey's panting lips.
Kersey's stomach curled at the thought of sucking another man's cock, but he knew better than to refuse as he leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth and started sucking, tasting man's cum for the first time. "aarrhh...!!" yelled Deathrow as Kersey's tongue slide over his sensitive head. "That's enough...!!" he said, shoving his head away. "Finish your shower and get dressed...!" he added, leaving Kersey lying on the shower floor. Kersey felt his pussy throbbing sorely and wondered if this was going to be a one time thing, or a regular occurrence?
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