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/9 GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER
Pt-1
With 1500 inmates, the food line at lunch time in Piedmont prison is always crowded and long. For an unfortunate few, it's also dangerous, as some inmates pick that time to strike out against their enemies. O.G. (an "ole skool gangsta" from the streets), was just 5 minutes from filling his food tray when he was approached from behind and stabbed in the back multiple times by a rival gangster. As he lay twitching on the floor bleeding, the line kept moving, unsympathetically.
"Fucking niggers..., can't have a decent meal without one of them knifing the other!" mumbled Sarge, sitting with his Aryan crew (Snake, Luke, Rally, Cody, and Hammer) at their usual table. Former police officer Bruce Gardner and his friends; Alan Cooper, and Donald Blake, sit at the end of the table, far away from the inner circle. According to table rank, they are at the bottom of the barrel, having to prove their worth to the brotherhood to gain respect and position.
Gardner is eating with his friends when he sees his son (Christopher Gardner) walking by with his tray in hand.
"Son! Son..., sit here!" called Gardner, having saved a seat beside him for his son. But Chris walked by his father as if he didn't know him. Gardner jumped up from his seat, and grabbed his son by the arm. "Chris..! What's your problem? I'm trying to help you here!"
"I didn't ask for your help!" shouted Chris, yanking his arm free, violently.
"Why are you acting like this?" asked Gardner, unaware. "What have I done to you?"
"Over here, Chris...!" called Sarge, patting an empty seat beside him. "...sit here, son..., with your new friends!" Chris rolled his eyes at his father, then walked over to where Sarge sat, and squeezed in.
"Yur gonna let HIM sit here with us?" asked Snake angrily, grabbing his balls under the table in remembrance of the punch they sustained by the teenager not long ago.
"He's one of US now!" insisted Sarge, shutting Snake down before he could get started. "Get used to it!"
"You're just mad he smashed yur nuts in!" laughed Hammer, nudging Snake in the ribs playfully. But Snake was not amused. He felt as if his name and rank were disrespected. He stared at Chris from across the table as he thought about his revenge.
Across the room sat the black inmates. One table housed the Mandingos; Duke, Marvin Rollins, T-Bo, Killer Pete, and Wyome, -some of the most successful drug dealers behind bars.
A neighboring table housed the Muslims; Muhammad, Abdul, Amahd, Kaseem, Balil, Khalil, Shaheim, Rashad, and Jamal.
And then there is the latino table which holds the "Rootboiz"; Alex Shanchez, Pablo, Neko, and the Rodriguez brothers –Raul, Carlos, and David.
And finally there was the sissy table, which held the prison's gay population and some of the biggest queens in the joint. Its there that Duke Daniels requested some of the "girls" to make over his special bitch, -Nakia Dawson.
It was at the lunch rush that Duke insisted Nakia make his grand debut as a diva. Nakia of course was not gay, and was mortified to have to present himself in front of a room full of men in feminine clothing and make-up. But he knew well what would happen if he disobeyed one of Duke's orders.
He was introduced by one of the more well known queens, a "shem" (she/him) named -Swallow! Swallow was a 250 lbs overweight tranny on the streets of West Philly before being arrested for beating another tranny to death for stealing her street corner and her best customer. She introduced Nakia to the room, and out walked one of the prettiest women this group of locked up horny men had seen in weeks/months/years!
Cat-calls and gropes quickly incited as Nakia walked uncomfortably (in high heels) over to Duke's table. Duke welcomed Nakia into his arms, enveloping his body with a bear hug in front of nearly 400 hungry men. The room went into an uproar as Duke purposely lifted Nakia's mini dress to show off his thong covered ass. He grabbed 2 big heaping hefty handfuls of prime male ass cheeks in both hands, and squeezed. The men sitting closest to the action saw Nakia's ass crack open to reveal the taut tight little hole lying beneath the tiny string. When Duke announced his prices to the crowd, he got an overwhelming number of men yelling out "first dibbs!"
"See..., THAT's what I don't want to see happen to you!" whispered Raul, into his gay brother (David's) ear. David watched in fear as the men gathered around and started physically assaulting Nakia's ass by slapping him hard on his rump. The look of fright could be seen in the straight man's eyes as he saw the volume of men that wished to fuck him right then and there. Duke had already given his asshole out to so many of them, but this display caused even the most distant homophobes (the Muslims) to stroke their hard crotches wantonly.
Chris Gardner couldn't help but recall when HE was reduced to a `fag whore' for men by the black drug dealers of Snyder's Drive in north Philly (Precinct-23 #13). He remembered vividly the pain and humiliation of being butt and face fucked by so many big dicks. Even one of his school teachers fucked him in one of the crack rooms they held him prisoner in as a prostitute. He watched Nakia being pawed, and had flash backs of similar events which happened to him the first time he donned a dress. Strangely, he felt his cock grow rock hard in his pants at the thought of all those black cocks invading his body's cavities.
Pt-2
T-Bo is a 6 foot 1, chocolate, bald, wild and crazy nigga from the streets of Norf Philly. He had a mean reputation as a "no shits" kind of guy, which garnered him much respect in the prison system. Upon entry through Piedmont doors, he was an instant recruit into the black folds of the "Mandingos", -the black drug trade. But somewhere during his extensive stay at the prison, he made a wrong turn and ended up being the bottom bitch to some white Aryan dude by the name Luke.
Luke met T-Bo in the laundry room one night while waiting for his clothes to dry. There was a game playing in the "TV room" of the prison, which had most of the prison population's attention on the big screen. T-Bo came into the laundry to do his clothes, when he spotted the Aryan white boy leaning against one of the washers smoking a cigarette. Both men looked at each other with destine, before moving on. T-Bo threw his clothes into the machine, then started the cycle.
"What the fuck you looking at, cracker?" he asked, in his usual tough guy persona.
"I'm trying to figure out if it's a monkey, or a gorilla!" answered Luke, amusingly.
"Why don't you ask your momma, white boy? She loves swinging on this big black dick of mine!" countered T-Bo, inciting a wrath in Luke he didn't expect.
Luke charged T-Bo, catching the taller, meaner looking black man off guard. He and T-Bo collided into one of the washers, then proceeded to beat him with a rage and fury T-Bo hadn't experienced before. Before the fight could begin, it was over. But now Luke was high on adrenaline, as his cock grew hard with lust. He looked around to make sure they were alone, then pulled out his hard cock.
"Suck my fucking dick, Mook!" he snarled through grit teeth, forcing his cock into T-Bo's mouth.
T-Bo was delirious with pain as the white cock entered his mouth. He sucked the white man's dick (badly), causing Luke to seek another alternative to get off. He flipped T-Bo onto his stomach, and pulled at his prison pants until they came down over his fat round ass. Then Luke spit into his palm and massaged it into his cock before plunging it into T's tight ass. T-Bo yelled a silent scream as his anal ring was broken for the first time. He pounded the floor with his fist as Luke rode his ass from behind. The white boy took full advantage of his weakness as he fucked hard into the black man's tight ass.
Fortunately for T-Bo it didn't last long. Long before he was ready, Luke felt his balls tightening against his cock base. He thrust in and out a few more times before he shoved all the way in and came, breaking T-Bo's cherry and flooding his ass with its first ever load of cum.
After Luke pulled out and cleaned his dirty cock on T's t-shirt, T-Bo began to beg him not to tell anyone about their battle. He pleaded for mercy, knowing it wouldn't go over very well with his homboiz that he first got beaten, then fucked by an Aryan.
Luke found it amusing that one of his hatred enemies was now begging for his discretion. He felt like a lord, standing over the begging man, -like he had his life in his hands. Luke was drunk on power. He liked the rush he got when he beat T-Bo and fucked him. He liked knowing the dark skin black thug had a thick load of his cum in his bowels. He liked T-Bo beneath him, where he felt all "niggers" belonged. He agreed to keep T-Bo's secret, provided he gave him ass whenever he wanted. "I want you to meet me back here once a week, so I can fuck you" ordered Luke, knowing T had little option. T-Bo agreed, meeting Luke the following week for another gut filling anal fuck.
Now as Luke stood in the laundry waiting for his black cum dump to arrive, he could kick himself for revealing his lucky card to his Aryan brothers (chap-6). Sarge insisted Luke bring his black diamond back to their block to share with the rest of the clan. Luke knew with guys Sarge, Snake, and Hammer, that T-Bo would be eaten alive in their beds. As a lower ranking solder, he'd have to wait until they finished before he could have a turn in his own conquest.
"Let's get this over with!" said T-Bo, walking into the laundry room.
"Change of plans..." said Luke, regrettably. "...Sarge found out I had me a piece of nigger ass on the side, and now he wants me to bring you to the brotherhood for an old fashion gang bang!"
"You're outta your fucking mind if you think I'm gonna let a bunch of crackers take turns butt fucking me!" yelled T-Bo.
"I don't see where either of us have a choice!" said Luke. "If you don't do it, I'd have to tell your homeboys how you've been giving me your ass for the past 2 weeks!"
"Pussy! We had a fucking deal!" yelled T-Bo, angrily.
"Things change man! I don't like giving up my sole piece of pussy no more than you want me to! But I don't have a choice! If it comes down to you getting fucked or me, I'm gonna pick you!" said Luke, fairly. T-Bo felt his stomach turn in knots.
Sarge and his crew were sitting around their block playing cards and making decisions, when Luke suddenly walked in with T-Bo behind him. The Aryans started to gather around, sensing something good was about to happen.
"Well, well, well..., guess who's coming to dinner?" asked Sarge, his dick growing hard the instant he saw the black man walk through their gate.
"This's my `nigger cunt'!" said Luke, walking up to the table. "I bought him here, just as you asked."
"BLACK mother fucker, ain't he?" -snickered Hammer, still holding his playing cards.
"Ever heard the old saying..., the blacker the berry, the sweeter the pussy juice?" laughed Sarge, enjoying his own joke.
T-Bo stood in front of the white clan, sweat beads breaking out on his bald brow.
"I know you..., you're one of Duke's nigger dealers!" said Sarge, looking T up and down. T-Bo choked back the desire to shout FUCK YOU! Sarge got up from his seat, throwing his cards down to the table. He walked over to T-Bo and inspected him like a show horse, checking out his thick lips, mouth, teeth, and body.
"Nice mouth, eh Sarge?" asked Snake, imagining his cock stuffed between the black man's lips.
"Will definitely work!" said Sarge, making T take off his shirt to show off his medium muscular build. After checking out his cut body, they made him strip off his prison pants and underwear, exposing his bare backside and low hanging limp dick. "Nice ass!" said Sarge, liking the round rump which sat before him. On Sarge's signal, 2 Aryans grabbed him and forced him over the card table. Sarge kicked open his legs, baring his ass to them all. He slapped T-Bo hard on the rump to shut him up as he screamed in protest, then Sarge pulled apart his black cheeks, exposing the near hairless ass crack and tiny tight hole which Luke had broken. Without warning, Sarge licked 2 of his longest fingers and rammed them deep into T-Bo's asshole. T-Bo screamed out in pain as his anal ring was penetrated roughly. "Take him into the cell..." he ordered, rubbing his hard crotch. "...we're gonna fuck the shit out of his black hole!"
T-Bo was dragged kicking and screaming into one of the closest cells. Belts were wrapped around his wrists and ankles, holding him face down into place. Another belt was looped around his neck, to cut off his breathing whenever they wanted. His ass crack was applied with anal grease, making his hole slick. Sarge walked into the cell, unzipping his pants as he pulled free his 8 inch thick cock. He approached T-Bo from behind, then laid down on top of him and placed his cock up against the tight greased opening of his ass.
"Get ready to kiss yur ass good-bye, nigger!" warned Sarge, shoving his hips forward as he buried his 60 yr old cock inside.
"AAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" screamed T-Bo, feeling his asshole ripped open.
Sarge settled in with his hairy balls pressed against T-Bo's. He laughed as the black man struggled and squirmed under him, his asshole clamping down to dislodge the thick hard cock inside him. Sarge liked the ultra tight feeling of the man's taut asshole choking his cock. He pulled back with his hips, pulling his cock from the rubber hole. Then he shoved forth, re-burying his steel pole. T-Bo pulled at the straps around his wrist, gritting his teeth as he bare the pain. Sarge had no sympathy for the black man as he started to fuck him hard. He rose up into push-up position to watch his cock slide in and out of the black buns, he slammed his pelvis against them again and again as he planted his cock deep in the dark hole before him. When he struggled too hard, the belt around his neck was tightened, cutting T-Bo's breathing. He growled for air as his ass was fucked continuously.
Sarge never removed his cock once after entering T-Bo's ass. He pummeled T-Bo hard and fast, determined to show the minority what WHITE POWER could do. T-Bo felt the belt grow tighter about his neck as his eyes began to bulge with the fear of death. Sarge began to tell his fellow Aryan brothers how he and some of the solders in his troop had fucked a young black army private while in the trenches of war in Vietnam. The Aryans listened with bated breath as Sarge went on to tell how his army Sergeant "pulled one of the young bubble butt negroids aside, and butt fucked his fat nigger ass right there in the jungle!" They taped the solder's mouth shut so he could scream out their location, while they all took turns fucking his big black ass. Afterwards, they MADE him their personal private pussy-boy whenever they needed some hot ass or their cocks sucked. "By the end of tour, that boy was the best cock sucker in the army!" The Aryans cheered and clapped as Sarge fucked harder into T-Bo's bare bottom. When he finally shoved all the way in, he came a heavy load of old cream in the black man's trembling rump.
Sarge's old body shook and trembled as he fell forward on T-Bo's back, -filled the man's ass with cum. Like usual, the Aryans worried he might be having a heart attack during orgasm, due to his age. But after a few minutes, he gathered up enough strength for the Aryans to pull him to his feet. His soft dangling cock popped out of T's tight ass, bobbing limp between his legs as the belt was loosened around T-Bo's neck. He breathed in deeply while the Aryans helped Sarge back to his cell so he could rest and catch his breath. Hammer was the next to take T-Bo's ass. He walked into the cell with his big hard white cock standing out from his open fly. T-Bo looked back over his shoulder, catching just a glimpse of it before Hammer laid down on top of him and slammed it into his ass guts.
"AAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!!!" he screamed, feeling 9 full hard thick inches of Aryan cock plunge into his bare bowels.
Hammer's pelvis slapped against his ass cheeks, signifying that every solid inch of white master cock was shoved up into his ass. Thank goodness for Sarge's cum, or else poor T-Bo's asshole would have been in even worse pain.
Hammer ground his thick hard cock around in T's hot anal sheath for a minute or two, enjoying the contracting muscles which pulsed and convulsed violently to expel him. Hammer loved the way to tight slick hole sucked his cock, the colon practically collapsing in on itself as it stroked his entire cock length. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled back with his hips and slammed forth, ramming his cock in and out. T-Bo felt his asshole being turned inside out, as the inner lining followed Hammer's girth outward before being punched back in.
Every thrust caused T-Bo to scream out painfully. His backside was on fire as the belts holding his wrists and ankles tightened. "Take this cock you black bitch!" –ordered Hammer, slamming his hips back and forth. The room filled with slapping sounds as Hammer's pelvis beat into T-Bo's ass like a paddle. Hammer was a rough fucker whom liked administering pain on lesser men. It started when he was a kid, watching his father viscously fuck his mother. It always sounded like rape rather than love. He could hear his mother's screams as the bed bang against the wall, knocking over lamps and other items that could be heard smashing to the ground. Hammer (whose real name was Moe Stanley), would jack off to the sound of his parents fucking. Later he tried implementing that kind of rough sex to his own encounters, and discovered it was more exciting hearing his fuck victims (female or male) scream in pain, than it was to hear them moan exotically. A painful groan caused his cock to pulse with excitement, making fucking much more enjoyable.
T-Bo didn't know what kind of trouble his asshole was in stored for, until Hammer took up residence inside him. Long winded, he was known to fuck an asshole for close to an hour before leaving a sizable load inside. But he knew that time didn't allow for such a long fuck session, there were too many other Aryans looking to dump in the black man's hot tail. Hammer fucked as hard as he could, pounding T-Bo with such punishing thrusts, that the poor single sized bunk began to creek and crack underneath them. T-Bo pulled at the straps, trying to wrench free, but Hammer knew he was going nowhere. The Aryans had waited too long for this opportunity to let it go by without taking full advantage of it.
Hammer yelled insulting sweet nothings into the man's ear while he fucked him, calling T-Bo an "ape" or "gorilla", telling him how honored he should feel to have his big white cock stuffing his nasty black bowels. He promised to cleanse T-Bo's unworthy innards with his load, saying his "pure white seed" would breed him deep when he finally decided to part with his load. T-Bo begged the white man to cum, pleading for his nightmare to end quickly. Hammer fucked him for a solid 22 minutes before his cock erupted a humongous load of heavy cream into T-Bo's aching bowels. Hammer never stopped stroking as the cum poured from his cock head, filling T's innards with thick white sauce.
T-Bo felt his aching hole go empty as Hammer removed his mallet. T-Bo barely had time to breath easily before the next cock pushed up into him. This one belonged to Snake, a 37 yr old homeless biker. He shoved his fat 8 and ½ inch cock into T's buttered buns, feeling the slick smooth flesh melt around hard manhood. By now T-Bo's hole was aching with a steady throb, the anal ring sore and irritated as it swelled from use. Snake fucked him with quick jabs, pumping his hips and slithering around on top of him like a human snake. A crowd of spectators gathered around to watch the white boy fuck the black thug as Snake pulled at T-Bo's collar, tightening the belt and cutting his breathing.
T-Bo choked for air as Snake fucked him harder. He pounded the man's tight black ass as he pulled as the belt noose. T-Bo was defenseless to stop his own murder as Snake tightened his grip on the belt.
"Fucking tight black ass!" shouted Snake, going wild on the man's back. T-Bo grunted and gasped as his ass was fucked rapidly, his innards burning hot from the constant friction pounding into his deepest depths. His most urgent concern was his breathing, which kept being compromised by the tightening of the makeshift noose around his thick neck. T-Bo could barely breath as Snake pulled tighter, fucking harder and harder as he drove his cock through the tight clinching anus like a fist through wet paper. With T-Bo's mind so focused on his lack of air, his asshole was left completely vulnerable as Snake pounded him ungodly. Snake was nearing an intense climax just as T-Bo's air ran out. T-Bo's eyes rolled up in his head as he began to asphyxiate. Snake continued to fuck into him, unaware (or uncaring) that the black man sat on the brink of death.
He humped hard and deeper, feeling his hairy balls contract as the cum shot up his cock shaft and emptied into T-Bo's buttock. "AAAHHH FUCK YEAH!!" yelled Snake, cumming hard as he filled T's backside with 9 heavy spurts of sperm. Just then the belt loosened, enabling T-Bo to breath in a huge lot of air into his lungs. He began choking, even as Snake's cock continued to empty into him. Tears ran down his face as Snake removed his cock, then slapped T-Bo hard on the ass with his hand. "Next!"
The fucking continued endlessly. At some point T-Bo fainted, awaking only to the splatter of hot cum across his face. He had no idea how many men fucked him. Each time he passed out, they'd revive him with another cock in his ass. By the end of the line Luke had his turn, slipping his 6 inch cock into T-Bo's over fucked and cum drenched hole. The cum poured from T-Bo's over flowed bowels like a backed up toilet, causing an unprecedented amount of semen to excrete from his insides. Luke's cock was lost in his ass, well coated by the heavy doses of seed leaking out. When he finally came, there was no telling his from the rest. It backed back out of T-Bo's ass immediately. Pushed out by the force of his bowels.
Gardner and his crew were the last ones offered a turn at T-Bo's butt. Christopher Gardner (Bruce Gardner's 18 yr old son) turned down the chance to fuck the nearly conscious black man. He went back to his cell while his father and his associates gathered in the cell. Cooper was all too eager to fuck his first ass since his arrest months ago. He unzipped his pants and climbed on top of T-Bo's prone body and began fucking, he didn't care that there were over 20 loads of cold cum oozing from the battered hole, all he wanted was to get his rocks off in someone. He fucked T-Bo with hard wild thrusts, his cock throbbing long before he planned. He came within minutes, too excited to last much longer. T-Bo barely noticed the fucking due to his near conscious state. His hole was so badly fucked that it no longer closed completely when empty. Blake quickly took Cooper's place, shoving his 7 inch cock into the black man's numb hole. Bruce Gardner stood back, watching their backs while they dipped their dicks in the cum-hole. Blake lasted just a tad longer than Cooper, having had no ass or pussy in months. His cum added to the tons already dumped inside. When he pulled out, the hole was completely covered in thick clear creamy slime.
"That's one nasty ass..." sighed Gardner, unable to fuck after so many cocks had already left their marks. He passed as the 3 former officers made their way back to their cell. T-Bo was pissed on and unfastened from his prison within a prison. The Aryans dragged his naked black body back out the entrance of their block, and dumped him in a secure place. T-Bo's exhausted body and battered hole would be found eventually. He'd be taken to the infirmary where he would receive medical attention. His asshole would be out of order for awhile as he lay in the infirmary recuperating. Word would spread that he was attacked and dumped in a stairwell much like Tempest Williams was. T-Bo would have a hard time convincing the bruthas in his block that he wasn't raped by the Aryans. He camouflages his attack by telling them that he was hit from behind, and had no idea what happened afterwards. But T-Bo, and the Aryans knew well what happened, and he will be silently tormented daily by their knowing smirks.