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/71 FLASHBACK
Pt-1 PRECINCT-23
51 year old Philadelphia Police Captain David L. McConnell sat behind his office desk, worrying if he'd ever see Malik Jones or Maleece Cortez again. As an officer of the law, McConnell was aware that every precious second that ticked by meant they were one step further from finding missing persons. Trails run cold, witnesses forget, and cases close the longer they remain missing. The chances of finding them were always greater within the first few days of disappearance.
McConnell thought back over his illustrious 25 year career as a law officer, with all of his awards and accolades he still couldn't shake the bad feeling he got when he thought of how he misjudged Dennis Ellis and Bruce Gardner (his patrol partners back in his uniform days). Both men were friends of his in their youth, and both turned out to be such bad seeds in age. McConnell couldn't help but wonder how that made him look as a detective, not to be able to detect their dark sides. Could he have somehow prevented them from being who they were today? If anything happened to Officer's Jones and Cortez, McConnell knew he could never forgive himself for not spotting the errors long ago.
"Sir...?" called one of McConnell's Officers as he knocked on the Captain's door. "...we have a break in the case!" said Officer Hightower as he walked in and handed McConnell a folder. "We ran word through all the local area hospitals and clinics that we were looking for gunshot victims between the dates of the airport motel killings, and we lucked up with a few possibilities!"
McConnell casually opened the folder, not expecting too much of a lead. "One of the gunshot victims told an area doctor that he'd been shot the night of the airport shootings in the crossfire of a gang shootout in north Philly. But there was no record of any shootings in that area on that night! Labs confirm that the blood collected at the scene of the crime matches those of the victim claiming he was shot in north Philly! The blood samples put him in the room the night the Officers were killed!"
"Good...!" said McConnell, perking up as he read the report. "Do we know who this lowlife is...?"
"We lucked up again when the idiot used his real name and insurance card!" said Hightower, pointing at the signature of the I.D. photocopy on the 4th page. "Reginald Reinhold!" said Hightower. "And it gets better...!" he said, keeping McConnell in suspense. "Records show he's listed in the prison system as a Corrections Officer for Piedmont Penitentiary!"
"One of Ellis' men!" said McConnell, elated. "How soon before we can question him...?"
"We have black and whites picking him up now as we speak, sir!" smiled Hightower.
"Excellent! Then this whole nightmare's about to be over!" sighed McConnell. "Let me know the instant this creep is brought in! We need to get a confession from him immediately! And we've got to get him to roll over on Ellis at any cost! We have to let the D.A. know we want to work a deal out with this jerk!
Continued...
Pt-2 PIEDMONT PENITENTIARY
Construction had started on the new Prison Arena, the brainchild of 28 year old inmate Christopher (Genuwine) Ford and the new prison Warden Reuben Wallace. Wallace was transforming the former Chapel (infamous for allowing a band of homosexual Monks in for spiritual guidance [which was really a front for cock sucking]), turning it into a Boxing Ring, designed to match opposing inmates for matches for outside profit.
Wallace was sold on the idea when Ford guaranteed former middleweight champion Lexington Bowmen would box for the prison. Of course what the Warden didn't know was that Genuwine had promised Lexington a steady supply of female pussy in exchange for boxing. Lexington knew getting woman pussy was next to impossible in prison, so he never truly expected to do any boxing for Genuwine. But Genuwine was determined to find someone willing to spread her legs for the former champion. But with Wallace's strict policy against inmates having sex in prison, getting a hooker through the gates regularly was out of the question. There were no female guards to speak of at Piedmont (no feminine ones anyway), and the Warden's secretary (Sally Mayfield) acted insulted when Genuwine posed the question to her in her office. Time was running out as construction was slated to end sometime soon.
Pt-3 A-BLOCK
37 year old Oliver (Snake) Ross was on his knees in his prison cell, sucking the dick of one of his fellow Aryan inmates (Ivan (Cross) Guthrie (possibly last seen in chap-48, pt-4). The hulking 6'4" 210 lbs Mr Clean look alike had Snake by his stringy hair, fucking his oversized cock in and out of the kneeling cock sucker's mouth.
As one of A-Block's official `prison bitches', Snake had to suck off or get fucked up the ass by any inmate who wanted him in his cell Block. He wasn't allowed to refuse, as refusal of duty meant a severe beating or worse: exile from the master race and sold to the minorities (which no self respecting Aryan would ever want to happen).
Cross had been face fucking Snake's mouth and throat for the past 20 minutes, slamming his bald pelvis into the scruffy inmate's nose with every inward thrust. Snake simply held his mouth open as his face was pummeled like pussy. After the last dozen or so deep penetrating strokes, Cross shoved his cock all the way down in Snake's throat and unloaded a huge gush of mutant seed which poured down Snake's contracting gullet like an open faucet.
Cross tightened his huge bear like hands in Snake's hair as he came, his body jerking violently with every gush of his semen. When he was done cumming, he slowly loosened his grip and removed what was left of his rubbery cock.
Snake breathed easier when the dead serpent fell limp from his lips, slapping against Cross' pale white thigh. Cross looked down at Snake as he rubbed his huge hand across his face affectionately, having dumped his load directly into the inmate's stomach. "Til next time..." he said as he tucked his cock, turned, and walked away.
Snake struggled up from his knees as he swallowed hard the clot of cum and phlegm clogging his throat. It wasn't usually long that Snake had time to himself, his oral and anal skills were under high demand around the Block, as many of the Aryans took out long time personal grudges on his holes. As Snake waited for the next inmate to come in and use him, he heard Hammer (the Aryan's current leader) talking loudly amongst some of the other members while sitting around the card table.
Snake walked out of his cell, watching Hammer gloat about the piece of pussy' he get to bang everyday. Everyone around the table groaned in heated frustration as Hammer described in great detail how wet and juicy' his new bitch's female cunt' was, letting them smell the cunt scent on his fingers to erase any doubt that the pussy is authentic. "Who is she?" they asked, "is it a new lady guard?", "is it that dyke in Processing? She probably goes both ways?" they speculated curiously. But Hammer wouldn't say, he would only describe her as the best piece of ass in the prison!'
Snake went back into his cell, feeling strangely jealous of the new cunt getting Hammer's time. Snake had started to develop a thing for his former buddy, loving the way Hammer took control of his body whenever he pounded his huge hard white cock in his ass. Snake grew to love Hammer's cock over the months he'd become A-Block's best pussy substitute. But now that Hammer was getting his cock wet with REAL cunt, he no longer needed Snake to get off in. Snake hated this woman (whoever she was). He wanted to report her to the Warden, getting her ass fired so Hammer would have no choice but to fuck him again. He wondered how he could get an appointment with that cunt secretary to tell Wallace what's been going on right under his nose?
"It's a lie, you know!" said Rick McDoogle, standing in Snake's cell doorway as he caught the reptile by surprise.
"What is...?" asked Snake curiously as he lubed his ass up with more lotion for his next anal fucking he knew would come soon.
"The girl Hammer's talking about fucking!" said McDoogle, stepping into the cell.
"So what...? She's not a guard...? She an administrator or something...?" asked Snake.
"She's a guy!" informed McDoogle.
"Huh...?" responded Snake.
"While I was in Confinement, I talked to this inmate in the next cell named Kersey..., he's a hermaphrodite!" explained McDoogle.
"A what...??" responded Snake.
"A man born with woman parts! She's a guy with a cunt!" simplified `Doogle.
"So what'r you saying...?" asked Snake, "...Hammer's not getting any pussy...?"
"He's getting pussy, alright..." responded McDoogle. "...but it's attached to a man's body and face! I heard Sgt Slaughter and Deathrow fucking her before Hammer came into the picture! She told me that she was born deformed, she looks like a guy, but she has female parts!"
"That's the nastiest thing I ever heard!" said Snake, repulsed.
"Well..., nasty or not, every guy in here would kill their own mother to get a shot at fucking that on a regular basis! Hell..., I want to see if I can get my cock wet when my Confinement detail starts back up in the Kitchen!" smiled McDoogle, devilishly. "Maybe I could get her to put out for an extra dessert?"
"So Hammer's not fucking a real woman...?" asked Snake, slowly catching on.
"Right! But it's as close to a real cunt any of us will see in here for a LONG time!" reasoned McDoogle.
"Hey bitches...!" called an inmate, standing in the cell doorway as Snake and McDoogle turned around to find 40 year old Steve Rupert (probably last seen in chap-48, pt-5) stroking his 8 inch cock. "...all of Hammer's pussy talk's got me horny for some ass! Which one of you pansy ass pussies want to cop a real man's load?" he asked, staring at the two cumdumps...
Pt-4 D-BLOCK (Ricanville)
21 year old David Rodriguez still lay recuperating from a viscous beating (he sustained in chap-69, pt-1). He refused medical treatment because he didn't want to risk having to report the prison guard who beat him, knowing he could receive much worse if the guard retaliated.
29 year old blatino inmate Dominic Diaz helped take care of David in his moment of need, feeding, clothing, and bathing him in his cell while he rested and regained his strength. David couldn't help but falling for the man he barely knew, as David's own brothers (Carlos and Raul) acted coldly towards him and his gay lifestyle.
Dominic sponged David off gently as he cleansed his naked body in his bunk. David (feeling better) blushed with embarrassment when Dominic started to make playful fun of his obvious erection poking up under the towel covering his mid-section. "I see you're starting to feel better!" smiled Dominic, ignoring David's woodie.
"You don't know the half of it...!" smiled a frisky David. He was just about to reach down between Dominic's legs when...
"Hey Dom'...!" called one of Dominic's friends, popping his head in David's cell. "...we playing ball today or what...?" he asked, spinning a basketball on his index finger.
Every instinct in Dominic's body said YES as he fought the urge to jump up and participate, after all, playing ball was one of the only enjoyable exercises inmates got in prison.
"Naw man..., I'm busy!" he said, turning his attention back to David. David blushed as he lowed his head to hide his sensitivity. "What's so funny..?" asked Dominic, wondering why David was smiling so hard?
"It's nothing..." said David, bashfully.
"What nigga...? Tell me!" insisted Dominic.
"Why didn't you go play ball with your boiz...?" questioned David, innocently.
"Cuz..." started Dominic. "...I'm spending time with my boi!" he reasoned.
David's olive colored skin turned deep red as he stared into Dominic's handsomely rugged face.
"Can I suck your dick for you...?" he asked, seriously.
"What...??" laughed Dominic, unprepared for the request. "Where'd this come from...??" he asked, befuddled.
"You've been so nice to me..." explained David, "...I just want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel!"
"I'm good, baby!" said Dominic, declining the offer. David's face saddened as he began to sulk. "Don't get like that...!" said Dominic, touching David's chin. "I don't want to take advantage of you while you're sick..." he explained. "I can hold off until you're ready! I don't just want head..., I want to be able to be IN you! And when I fuck you..., I want you to be well enough to TAKE IT!"
David's face beamed with delight when he heard that.
"I'm feeling better already..., see?" said David, ripping the towel off of his hardon.
"Put that back...!" laughed Dominic, throwing the towel back over the erection.
The two men laughed and giggled amongst themselves for a few minutes, until Dominic suddenly say all the color flush from David's face as his eyes grew big as saucers. "What's wrong...?" asked Dominic as he turned around to see what David was staring so intently at?
32 year old Corrections Officer Nicolas Duncan stood in the cell doorway looking in. Dominic didn't like the way the African American prison guard smirked at them as he peered in on their privacy.
"Can I help you...?" asked Dominic, sitting on the side of David's small bunk bed.
"I see you're looking better...!" stated Duncan to David, holding his billy-club in his hands as he grinned in on David with a malicious smile. David felt a cold chill run up his spine as his body started to shiver.
"He's in good hands!" said Dominic, still looking back at Duncan.
"Who you..., his boyfriend...?" asked Duncan, finally giving Dominic notice.
"That's right!"
"NO!!" yelled David, cutting Dominic off.
Dominic turned back around to give David a puzzled look.
"Well which is it...? Yes, or no?" asked Duncan, sinisterly.
"No...!" said David, avoiding Dominic's eyes.
"No...?" asked Dominic, offended by the rejection as he stood up and dropped David's sponge. "...then what the fuck am I doing here...?" he asked as he walked away.
David said nothing as Dominic headed for the cell door, he and Duncan giving each other that hard street corner stare as they passed each other. David's heartbeat quickened when Duncan stepped into his cell with his club in hand.
"Was THAT the nigga who fucked you...?" he asked, his voice sounding harsh and accusing.
"No!" answered David.
"I don't believe you!" said Duncan, rising his baton.
David ducked into the corner of the wall as he covered his head with his hands. "I ought to beat you brains in!" said Duncan before slowly lowering the bat. "But I won't..." he said, causing David to look puzzled. "...I'll beat in your boyfriend's! instead" he countered, causing David to protest. "You won't know when or where..., but one day soon, you're gonna find yourself short one latino boyfriend!" said Duncan, leaving David shaken with fear.
Pt-5 THE YARD
19 year old Morris Jenkins watched the new prison inmate (18 year old Wendall White) as he interacted with the Muslim Rashad and his men. Morris couldn't help but notice how docile and withdrawn Wendall looked as he was constantly surrounded by the bigger older Muslims. Morris couldn't help thinking Wendall looked like a lone sheep amongst a den of hungry wolves.
Morris could easily tell by the young man's reactions to the other men that he had been officially broken in by Rashad and his men. It reminded Morris of a few short months ago when HE was the new `fish' thrown in the tank with the sharks. Rashad did a good job of befriending him, making him think they were on his side, only to physically and sexually abuse him when they had him alone and defenseless. Sometimes Morris could still feel the pain of penetration when Rashad would fuck him from behind, telling him how honored he should feel to be servicing him as opposed to a cell Block full of angry killers. Morris was willing to let the whole thing go until Rashad decided to try to kill him, adding insult to injury. Rashad's botched attempt to eradicate him only made Morris angrier. Not only had Rashad stolen his manhood and innocence, he tried to take his life as well, as if his life meant absolutely nothing to anyone.
Morris watched as the Muslims laughed amongst themselves, paying him no mind as they roughly manhandled poor lost Wendall White. Wendall said nothing in protest as he stared down at the ground. He spent the whole morning before morning buzzer getting butt fucked by Rashad in their cell, then passed around to his religious henchmen (Khalil, Basil, and Bahlil) before morning breakfast. The men stood around full of themselves, laughing the day away while Wendall withdrew into himself. Morris knew the best way to get to Rashad was to go through Wendall, --his new pussyboi!
Pt-6
30 year old Jamal Fatah and his own Muslim brethren stood outside the gated corridor leading towards the infirmary where 39 year old Abdul Shabott was taken after being attacked by former Muslim Raymond Sherman (Amahd [chap-66, pt-6]).
No word had been given on Abdul's progress since the incident. Jamal and his brethren had been in the complete darkness, leaving them to speculate and anticipate the worse. Jamal prayed to his God that Abdul would come through unscaved. He believed his prayers were answered when he finally received word that Abdul would be returning to his prison Block today. Since breakfast they stood at the prison gate, waiting to see him return with their own eyes.
"There he is...!" shouted one brother as they all turned to see Abdul being escorted to B-Block with a guard chaperone. Jamal (Abdul's cellmate and secret lover) smiled broadly as Abdul walked towards them on his own two feet. Jamal noticed that his walk was strong and his appearance masterful, leaving no doubt in his mind that Abdul had made a full recovery.
The Block gates opened, allowing Abdul to rejoin his brotherhood. They welcomed him back with open arms, patting him on the back and wishing him well. Abdul merely smiled as he received all the love from his brethren. When he spotted Jamal, the two men paused for a moment to drink in each other's auras. When they hugged electricity flowed through them. They locked each other's bodies tightly, wishing they could do more than just hug as they tried to hide their true affections from the group.
"Damn I missed you so much...!" whispered Jamal, his body aching for Abdul's touch. "Are you up to make love tonight...?" he whispered in Abdul's ear, waiting for an answer. When he didn't get one, he pulled back questionably and stared into Abdul's face. "Well...??"
Abdul nodded `yes.'
"He can't speak!" said the guard who escorted Abdul home. The Muslims all stopped celebrating as they quieted down to listen. "His larynx was crushed during the fight..., he won't ever be able to speak again!"
Abdul saw the crushed look on Jamal's face when he heard how badly Abdul had been hurt during the fight. Abdul grabbed Jamal by the shoulders as he forced him to look into his eyes. I'm okay...' he mouthed with his lips, pronouncing each word carefully so the men could read his lips. ...I'm learning sign language!'
Jamal pushed past Abdul as he rushed off towards his cell. As Abdul's boyfriend and protector, he felt he failed him. Anger quickly built inside of him as he wanted someone to pay for Abdul's pain. Amahd was already dead, so someone else would have to suffer. That's when Jamal remember his conversation in the Yard with Davis Wood (implied in chap-69, pt-3).
Pt-7 PRECINCT-23
The media swarmed around the outside of Police Precinct-23 as detectives brought their leading suspect in the Airport Motel Shootings in for questioning. 49 year old Reggie Reinhold sat nervously in the interrogation room as Captain McConnell and his men drilled him for over 2 hours. Local FBI Agents assisted the police in their investigations, doing whatever they could to bring this case to an immediate end. But things didn't really begin to pay off until computer technicians finally broke the codes on Ellis' computer, granting them complete and total access to the horrors on former Warden Dennis Ellis' laptop; video of him and his Officers beating, torturing, and sexually assaulting bound inmates in his Chamber of Horrors.
Immediately McConnell and the FBI disbursed officers and agents to the locations listed on Ellis' laptop. McConnell couldn't resist going to Police Headquarters (where Ellis was being held without bail until his court date) to gloat that the end was near.
McConnell sat at the visitor's booth, waiting for Ellis to be escorted from his holding cell. Ellis (52) came in, but was noticeably surprised to see McConnell waiting for him. The two men eyeballed each other for several minutes before breaking the ice.
"What brings you here...?" asked Ellis curiously, trying hard to be nonchalant.
"We broke through your little security codes...!" informed McConnell, triumphantly. "...the Feds are en-route to all of the locations listed in your files!" he added, looking at his former friends with a disapproving glare. "How could you have let yourself get so corrupt, Dennis...? Selling slaves...?? Torture..?! What kind of black man gets involved in such schemes with our history here in this country?!"
"Please, David..., spare me your holier than thou bullshit!" sighed Ellis, rearing back in his chair. "I've had to suffer through 10 years of it as your partner on the Force..., but I don't have to suffer through it now!" he said, as he got up from his chair.
"You're a pathetic role model for your children!" stated McConnell, causing Ellis to stop in his tracks. "Selling people you were entrusted to watch over...? That's a serious abuse of power! You're no better than the white supremacists that would see us ALL put back in shackles across the country!"
"Who do you think you are...??!" asked Ellis, rushing up to the protective glass separating him and the Police Captain. "You're not even fully black..., you're mulatto! A half breed!! What do you know about being a nigger in this country?!? Your kind got to stay INSIDE the plantation houses while niggers like me had to work our asses off outside in the hot summer sun!!"
"What's that got to do with anything...?" asked McConnell, trying to decipher Ellis' logic. "You betrayed your authority..., taking inmates you swore to protect and sold them into the black market because your ancestors had to work the fields?! What's that got to do with being white or black in America? You sold your own people to the enemy for profit! How do you justify that??"
I don't owe YOU any explanations!" said Ellis flatly.
"We found your motel assassin...!" informed McConnell, happily. "Reginald Reinhold..., ring a bell?" continued McConnell, "He's already named his accomplice, --Carl Peachtree! It's only a matter of time before they both plea bargain to roll over on YOU!" said McConnell, standing to face Ellis face to face. "And I for one can't wait to see the judge pass down your sentence and see those convicts do to you what you've done to them!"
Ellis stared at McConnell as the two men competed in a stare-off. "And how will that help you find your missing spies?" asked Ellis with a smirk. "By the time your FBI finds them..., they'll already be long gone and sold to new untraceable owners!" laughed Ellis. "You won't ever see your sweet cheeks boyfriend Malik again!"
"How did you get like this, Dennis...?" asked McConnell, seeing nothing good in the man. "...you were a good man once...! Back when we were partners..."
"You used to suck my dick!" interrupted Ellis. "Ever wonder how the men on your precious Force would feel if they found out their illustrious Captain is nothing but a pansy ass dick sucker?" laughed Ellis. "Bet they wouldn't be putting their lives on the line then! I bet they'd be lining up in your office for blow jobs!" he chuckled at the thought.
"You're not the man you used to be, Dennis!" said McConnell, as he slowly turned and walked away.
"Ditto, David!" said Ellis as he returned to his holding cell.
McConnell left the visitor's booth, his mind reviving images of him (21) and Ellis as Officers on the Force. McConnell was a rookie back then, fresh from a 3 year stint in the military and eager to prove his worth to his superiors. Ellis was McConnell's 23 year old senior partner, already with 5 years experience on the Force. He and McConnell became friends instantly.
During his high school years McConnell experimented sexually with both males and females. He married his HS sweetheart before joining the military. He opted out of the service when his wife got pregnant with their second child. Four years later McConnell still found himself attracted to men despite efforts to the contrary. It was during a long heart to heart over drinks one night after work that McConnell told his partner (and supposed friend) about his confusion. Ellis (a thick muscular build back then) was supportive at first, helping McConnell realize that his wife and family came first. But as the months passed he started testing McConnell, tempting him sexually to measure the level of heterosexuality in his system. Eventually McConnell failed the test and ended up sucking his partner's dick one night while on duty in their squad car.
FLASHBACK
"What's wrong...?" asked McConnell, looking over at Ellis as he shifted uncomfortably behind the wheel.
"Fucking wife's on the rag...!" complained Ellis, massaging the hardon in his police pants. "...my dick's been hard for 2 days straight!"
"If her period's on, you could always use her mouth!" suggested McConnell with a smirk.
"Dolores gives lousy head!" explained Ellis. "If her pussy's out of commission, I have to go without until she feels better!" he said, rubbing himself harder (to make sure McConnell noticed) as he drove. "How's Christie in the head department?" he asked curiously.
"Excellent, no complaints!" smiled McConnell, regarding his wife.
"So who gives better head between the two..., you or her?" asked Ellis. McConnell shifted. "I'm just curious...!" laughed Ellis, reading McConnell's surprised look.
"I don't know..., you'd have to ask someone who's had us both!" said McConnell looking away.
"Well whip my dick out and I'll tell you!" joked Ellis, devilishly. McConnell looked over at him as the senior officer continued to drive. McConnell noticed Ellis still massaging his crotch, the lump looking larger and larger as they drove. "I could pull under the Bridge Street overpass..." suggested Ellis, seeing straight through McConnell. McConnell (now 25) hadn't been with a man in ages, --his desires were running high as lust filled his brain with images he saw of Ellis naked in the locker room showers. "You know you want this dick, --don't you David?" said Ellis, grabbing the back of McConnell's head forcibly. McConnell's body stiffened defensively as Ellis continued to drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other locked behind McConnell's head.
"Ellis..." gasped McConnell, trying to refrain, "...I told you my secret in confidence...!"
"Your secret's safe with me, partner!" said Ellis, keeping one eye on the road. "I just don't see any sense in me sitting here with blue balls when I have a gay partner perfectly willing to suck dick sitting beside me, is all! Seems to me we could both help each other out, you know?"
McConnell said nothing as he listened. Was Ellis trying to set him up for the department? Was he wearing a wire? Did he already inform their superiors that he was gay? Were they trying to trap him?
Ellis turned the car up a small mostly unused street leading to the bridge overhang of the I-95 Expressway. McConnell's eyes narrowed as the cruiser's headlights shinned on vagrants living under the bridge in cardboard boxes. A small desolate community no one knew existed right there on the streets of South Philly. "What're we doing here, Dennis...?" asked McConnell, watching the homeless scurry about like cockroaches in the light.
Ellis turned on the police emergency lights overhead, signifying to all within eyesight to get moving or get in trouble with the law. "These people aren't bothering anybody..." said McConnell, sympathetically.
"We need our privacy...!" said Ellis, parking the car a safe distance from the cardboard city. "...unless you want an audience...?"
McConnell gulped as Ellis reclined his driver's seat, then began unfastening his uniform pants. McConnell looked around nervously to make sure there were no other cop cars in the vicinity, --no wayward homeless men walking curiously too close to the car with cameras and hidden microphones...!
Ellis pulled his fat black dark brown hardon from the fly of his uniform. McConnell's eyes focused on the thick uncut 8 inch monster as it stood up proudly between Ellis' thighs. Ellis fisted the dick a few times before releasing it, leaving McConnell to do the rest.
"Come on, partner..., you know you've been hungry for some dick since you got out of the service...! Now's your chance to cop a cop's!"
Ellis's strong fingers massaged the back of McConnell's long tanned neck as he stared at Ellis' dick and hesitated. He fought against his own will as he backed himself up to the passenger side door, but years of hunger and desire overwhelmed his sense of decency as he allowed Ellis' strong arm to guide his head down into his lap. Ellis smiled broadly as McConnell's head disappeared under the dashboard behind the wheel, his pinkish mustached lips parting to surround Ellis' dark dick as it slowly sank and descended down around its girth.
"Yeeeaahhh..." groaned Ellis, finally feeling his partner's mouth on his dick. He used his hand to help guide McConnell's head up and down, slowly forcing more and more dick between his lips.
McConnell said nothing as Ellis' uncut dick filled his mouth. After years of denial he finally had another man's dick in his mouth (his partner to boot), and his mind was swirling in a river of lust. He felt Ellis' hand on the back of his head, forcing his face further down into his lap, forcing him to swallow more and more dick. Luckily McConnell had experience pleasing men, or else Ellis' dick would have choked him when it entered his throat.
Ellis leaned his head back in ecstasy as he plunged McConnell's head down onto his upright dick. Loud lewd sucking sounds could be heard emitting through the cruiser as Ellis used McConnell's throat like a plunger. McConnell took it all as he relaxed his throat muscles and allowed Ellis free reign.
"Awww fuck..., this's almost better than pussy...!" moaned Ellis, closing his eyes in daydream. "My partner has a pussy-throat!" he groaned, loving the velvety interior wrapping around his sensitive glands.
He picked up speed as he pushed and pulled McConnell's head faster. Thick gobs of heavy spit clot into Ellis' fly, soaking his boxers as he continued to plunger. He didn't care if the bridge exploded and came crashing down on top of them, he wasn't going to stop fucking his partner's pussy-throat until he came in it.
McConnell felt his gun digging painfully into his ribs as he bent over the car seats. He wanted to stop to adjust and angle himself better, but didn't want to break the spontaneity of the moment so he endured the pain. Ellis (unaware or uncaring of McConnell's discomfort) humped up into his partner's face, effectively fucking his throat. McConnell's lips stretched around the girth of Ellis' base, ballooning his throat as he swallowed his partner's dick again and again. Ellis felt his balls starting to tighten in his nutsack, signifying a roaring climax as he began punching McConnell's throat with his dick.
"Yeah! That's it! Suck that dick, man! Take it! Yeah! That's one good pussy-throat, boy! Eat that meat! Swallow it down! Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Eat it! Eat that meat, man! Suck it! Suck it like you like it! Show me what you're made of, David! Suck that shit! Eat it up! Yeah mother fucker! Eat that fucking dick, pussy! Awww fuck...! Yeah, boy! I should've known a pretty half-breed mother fucker like you would know how to suck a man's dick proper! You got them white boy genes in you..., that hunger for black dick that makes your throat juicy like pussy! Makes you a natural for swallowing the black man's dick!" said Ellis, purposely trying to humiliate McConnell.
He hammered and hammered his partner's throat down on his upright dick until McConnell felt it swell in his mouth. The thick veins pulsed and throbbed as the dick jerked with life. Ellis shoved his hips upward, sinking all 8 full inches directly into McConnell's throat and came. Thick rich gobs of hot scolding policeman cum rocketed down McConnell's throat like thick molasses. He eagerly drank every ounce, his own hard dick bending awkwardly in his pants.
"Awww fuck, that was a good nut!!" sighed Ellis, coming down off his high as he slowly released McConnell's head.
McConnell finished cleaning up his partner's mess, devouring everything in sight. When he finally felt the dick shrinking and receding back into the crotched boxers, he pulled himself up from his partner's lap, wiping the wet drool from his mouth onto the back of his shirt sleeve.
The two Officers sat in awkward silence for several moments as Ellis' breathing came back to normal. "Shit man..., how long've you been sucking dick? That certainly wasn't your first time!"
McConnell blushed as he looked out the window. The homeless people stood a good distance away, wondering why the cops were just sitting there in their car? "We definitely gonna have to make this a regular thing!" said Ellis, tucking his dick back in. McConnell looked concerned. He wasn't expecting to cheat on his marriage. "Relax, man..., it'll be just between you and me! No one else in the department will know..." said Ellis, making McConnell feel obligated.
For months they went on like that, partners in the eyes of everyone who saw them, --but fuck buddies in their squad-car alone at night. True to his word Ellis kept their relationship a secret, but as time wore on he became more and more verbally (and physically) abusive. One late night while doing park detail, Ellis decided to take their relationship one step further. While McConnell was leaning over in the passenger's seat sucking his dick, Ellis reached down and began forcing his hand down the seat of McConnell's pants. He massaged McConnell's hairy ass cheeks while he sucked, digging his fingers curiously into the crack to feel for the hole.
"Step out of the car!" ordered Ellis, pulling McConnell off his dick.
McConnell looked confused as Ellis got out of the squad-car with his erection still hanging outside his fly.
"Dennis..., what're you doing...??" asked McConnell, looking around as he got out on his side.
Ellis popped the trunk.
"Step around here...!" he said, heading towards the back.
McConnell looked around nervously. He could see the highlights of passing cars in the near distance as they drove by on the main road, shrouded by trees and bush. Ellis was in the back of the trunk, spreading a gray blanket out over the spare tire and emergency supplies.
"What're you doing, Dennis...?" asked McConnell, walking up as he placed his baton in the sling.
Ellis grabbed him, gripping him tightly by the collar as he wrestled McConnell and forced him to bend forward into the trunk. "What the fuck're you doing...?!?" yelled McConnell, struggling to get free as Ellis quickly fitted him with handcuffs behind his back.
"Now that I've experienced that pussy-throat of yours, I want to see what's behind door number two!" said Ellis, un-strapping McConnell's utility belt and lowering his uniform pants.
"I told you, Dennis..., I don't do that shit!" yelled McConnell, his head still shoved in the trunk.
"Bullshit! You're GAY, David..., what faggot don't like getting dick up the ass? Ain't that what you gay guy'r put on this Earth for?!" asked Ellis, yanking down McConnell's silk boxers.
"Fuck you, Dennis! I don't go that way!" insisted McConnell, still struggling.
"You don't go that way because you don't know any better!" explained Ellis. "No one's ever took the time to train your ass like they did your mouth! You THINK you're just a throat-pussy, but in fact I'm here to let you know that you have more working holes than just that one!"
"Fuck you!!" screamed McConnell, trying to push himself up. Ellis kicked his legs apart, closing the trunk lid down on McConnell's back (exposing his bare ass and thighs).
"We'll see about that!" said Ellis, pulling a small clear plastic tube from his pocket. He used his teeth to rip the packet open, then squirt a jelly like liquid down the hairy crack of his partner's ass.
McConnell struggled as Ellis shoved (first one, then two) fingers into his ass, stretching the untouched anus as he pushed his double digits all the way up in to the third knuckle.
Feeling that his captive was primed, Ellis massaged the same liquid onto his dick, pushing the head of his penis between his partner's cheeks.
"Dennis don't do this! Dennis, please...!!" begged McConnell, his cries muffled under the hood of the trunk.
Ellis ignored him as he pressed forward, wedging the head of his fat dick into the tightly sealed asshole.
"AAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!!" screamed McConnell at the top of his lungs.
He felt the dick head prying open his anus, his squeezing sphincter muscles fighting to keep the intruder out.
"Damn that's one tight pussy!" gasped Ellis, forcing more dick inside.
He pulled back and shoved forth, burying inch after wide fat inch as his balls got closer and closer to their goal.
McConnell cursed, screamed, and threatened to kick Ellis' ass if he didn't release him, --but Ellis continued to charge on, knowing that `talk was cheap and bullshit walks deep.'
He pressed and pressed until finally he had all 8 uncut inches of his thick black dick buried deep in McConnell's lite bright mulatto ass. He stood there for several minutes, enjoying the spasm convulsions happening around his embedded dick. The cool autumn air breeze off the park's lake, whisking by their bodies as the headlights danced off the trees like search lights. He could feel his partner fighting for release, his asshole trying desperately to spit him out of his body.
Ellis grabbed hold of McConnell's waist and started to fuck. In and out he buried his dick, feeling the hot tight sheath squeeze and spasm wildly around him. Ellis had long ago heard about anal fucking, but his strict straight laced old fashion wife would have nothing to do with it. She purposely gave Ellis bad blowjobs so he wouldn't ask for them. She barely liked using her vagina, claiming over half the time that it was out of commission for one reason or another. Ellis knew he struck gold the night his partner confided in him that he had gay fantasies. Ellis' dick jumped with life that night at the bar, but he didn't want McConnell thinking he was too eager to get it on.
McConnell lay in the trunk as his ass was being fucked from behind. His hands were cuffed behind his back, making fighting useless. Every time he tried to gain some leverage, Ellis would simply kick his legs further apart, keeping his weight on his stomach which was wedged between the brim of the trunk. He was forced to endure the fucking as Ellis took sweet advantage of the situation.
Ellis fucked and fucked at the tight hole, slamming his powerful hips into the backs of McConnell's hairy thighs. His balls slapped repeatedly into McConnell's signifying the ringing of the bell every time his dick speared 8 inches deep. The fucking only lasted all of 10 rock solid minutes, but for McConnell it felt like hours as his asshole throbbed in pain.
Ellis humped harder as he got closer to cumming. His dick swelled in McConnell's sheath as it suddenly pulsed and erupted load after load of molten lava like cum right into McConnell's bowels.
McConnell could feel the dick throbbing inside of him, loading him up with his first every anal sludge. He felt Ellis' dick shrink in size, plopping out of his ease much easier than it went in. Ellis lifted the trunk's hood, helping McConnell to stand upright as he fished his own pockets for the keys to the cuffs.
"See..., now that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked as he uncuffed his partner.
McConnell swung around and landed a right cross directly across Ellis' jaw, knocking the slightly older man backwards on his ass. Ellis fell to the ground with a thump. "Feel better, now...?" he asked, looking up at McConnell as he bent forward to retrieve his pants and underwear.
"You're an asshole, Ellis!" said McConnell, limping noticeably back to the car.
"Say what you will..., but you'll never be able to deny that I was the one to first break that pussy open!" gloated Ellis, slamming the trunk. He returned to the driver's seat, only to get another punch by McConnell (this time a left cross). "Bitch, piss, and moan all you want..., but from now on that ass is mine!"
"Fuck you it is!" swore McConnell, ready to fight some more. "I'm nobody's bitch, Ellis! Besides my dick's bigger than yours...!"
"Size means nothing if you ain't got the balls to use it correctly!" countered Ellis. "A white man could have a big dick, but without the black man's swagger to back it up, it don't mean shit!" McConnell's eyes narrowed. "I suggest you think quick and get with the program..." continued the man in charge, "...least the Captain and the whole Department find out about your sexual confusion!"
"And what do you think they'd say about you raping me...??!" asked McConnell.
"Your word against mine, babyboy. Who you think they gonna believe..., the straight cop with 5 years on the Force, orr the queer Rookie?" asked Ellis. "Besides..., even if the department was to be sympathetic and miraculously keep you around..., what do you think your wife would do when she found out you've been sucking as much dick as you've been eating her pussy? Think she'll be as forgiving as the Department heads? Or do you think she's divorce your faggot ass, taking the boys along with her?!"
McConnell's face sunk as he thought about his wife's reaction to such news. Surely she wouldn't be as understanding as the Department is taught to be. Despite McConnell's lust for men, he still considered himself a doting father. He knew it would kill him to have his children taken away, and he was quite sure Christina would be just the type of jilted wife to do it. "So partner..., that way I see it, we have two ways of handling this! One is for you to go to the Captain and explain how you've been lying and deceiving them for the past 4 years claiming to be straight, or we can continue on like we are...!"
"Like we are...?" questioned McConnell, unsure of what he meant.
"Sure..., you continue sucking my dick whenever I want..., and giving up the ass!" explained Ellis. "Or else we can go have a nice long talk with your wife and kids...!" McConnell hung his head in shame at the thought of his boys finding out that their dad was gay. "So we have a deal...?" asked Ellis, starting the engine.
McConnell shook his head silently, unable to verbally speak as his manhood and self esteem went out the window. From that moment on McConnell sucked Ellis' dick whenever the senior partner demanded it, effectively becoming Ellis' bitch. It was a secret the two men shared for many years. A secret McConnell always worried would someday come back to bite him in the ass!
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