Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-30 THE FINAL CHAPTER
PHILADELPHIA WATER FRONT
Off duty officers Malecee Cortez and Jake Valentine drove slowly along the deserted section of the docks, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Malecee made sure to kill the headlights to help keep the element of surprise as they drove through the darkest areas of the closed front.
"They could be anywhere out here, IF they're even here at all!" said Cortez, creeping along as he kept an eyes on the road and the gate numbers. "Is there anyway you can call her?"
"The number she called from was blocked, and I haven't been able to reach her in weeks! But the message said that something big was going down tonight. She wants to get away from Tempest, but he treats her like property!" said Jake, straining his eyes to see through every nock and cranny.
"To him, she is! No pimp wants to see his money walk away! Especially if he's as attached to her as you said he is!" said Cortez, having learned all about Peaches' past through Jake.
"They share a deep history together. Tempest seems to think of her as his number1, or main squeeze. I'm afraid she may not be able to get away from him unless something drastic happens."
"Something drastic like what?" asked Malecee, concerned.
"Death, or getting Tempest arrested and convicted indefinitely." said Jake.
"Won't be easy. Cop's have been trying to arrest Tempest and make it stick for years! He has a team of lawyers that seem to find every loop hole known to man! He's even rumored to have people on his payroll that would never see him convicted even if he is arrested."
"Then maybe we shouldn't arrest him..." said Jake, looking over at Malecee questionably.
"What do you mean?" asked Malecee, surprised by Jake's innuendo. "You don't mean we..."
"You said it yourself, Mal..., Tempest won't ever see the inside of a prison! He's got slick lawyers and crooked politicians to insure that! What else can we do?"
"It's murder, Jake! Premeditated murder at that! No man deserves to be gunned down like that! It's wrong, man!" reasoned Malecee, hoping to bring Jake back to his senses.
"Tempest Williams is no man! He's an animal! A viscous dog or a venomous snake, going around poisoning people with his tainted drugs! And his dealers terrorizes good citizens, and turns wholesome neighborhoods into crack infested ghettos! If anyone deserves to be gunned down in cold blood, its Tempest Williams!" reminded Jake.
"But we're police officers, Jake! We don't execute citizens because we disagree with how they live! That's way beyond our call to duty!" insisted Mal, shocked by the whole conversation. "Look..., there's the Captain's car up ahead! Maybe he's seen something!" said Malecee, glad for the distraction. Jake needed to calm down, -thought Malecee, as he signaled McConnell's approaching vehicle with his lights, -before he went off the deep end. They pulled up along side the Captain's car, then all 3 men got out to exchange private information.
"Any word from her since we last talked?" asked McConnell, standing next to his car.
"Nothing!" said Jake disappointedly. He'd been hoping McConnell would somehow miraculously save the day, like always. Except this time things seemed hopeless.
"And we drove all the way down from the start of the front down at Aramingo!" informed Malecee, feeling as if they were on a wild goose chase. "Besides a young couple making out, there was nothing out of the ordinary."
"Yeah. I've talked to water front security, told them what we expect to be going on down here! They're scanning security cameras and dock records to see if there's been any unauthorized docking along the piers in recent days! They'll call me on my cell phone if they find anything!" reported McConnell, getting everyone up to speed. He could see the worry on Jake's face. He knew Jake still cared about Peaches and her safety. "Don't worry Jay, we're not giving up. We'll find her." he added sensitively, bringing an uneasy look of concern from Malecee. He could feel the connection between the 2 men without them even touching each other, and he didn't particularly care to see it. Just then McConnell's cell phone rang, he turned his back to the 2 officers as he talked to the caller in private.
"I don't care what you say..., the Captain likes you!" whispered Malecee, jealously.
"As a FRIEND!" insisted Jake. "I'm telling you Mal, you have nothing to worry about!"
"Who's worried?" asked Malecee, putting his feelings on the back burner. "I'm not worried, I was just stating the obvious!"
"Well its not obvious to me." said Jake, not wanting to admit that he had slight feelings for the Captain as well. McConnell ended his phone call, then turned back towards the 2 officers.
"That was water front security, they found an unregistered boat docked at pier-81. Reports say 3 vehicles were recently seen in that area. One of them is a limo, belonging to Mayor Edwards."
"Mayor Edwards? What's he got to do with this?" asked Malecee, surprised that the city's Mayor may be entangled up in this mess.
"I suspect Edwards is in Tempest's back pocket, that's the real reason why he fired me!" said McConnell. "To cover his own ass! He's been turning a blind eye to Tempest's drug dealings in north philly for far too long..., now the shit's come to rest right on his doorstep at City Hall!"
"So if we stop Tempest here, we could also implicate the Mayor, -AND possibly get your job back, right Captain!" thrilled Jake.
"One task at a time, Jay. We've got to find out if Peaches is there, and what their up to. If Tempest is down here making a deal, he's no doubt heavily armed, and we're only 3 men deep here."
"What about security?" asked Malecee, hopeful for back-up.
"Rent-a-cops? They could cause more trouble than good if they start shooting at the wrong people." said McConnell, thoughtfully. "I could call the Precinct..., call in a couple of favors, get a good squad team down here asap!"
"Would you get in trouble for that?" asked Jake, cautiously.
"What's life without a little risk?" asked McConnell, flipping open his phone. "Officer Daniels, this is McConnell, patch me through to sergeant Hendrix!"
"Hey..., McConnell's pretty cool." said Malecee, seeing the Captain in a different light now that he wasn't chief.
"I know." said Jake, watching McConnell work.
PIER-81 Tempest, Pooh, Peaches, Guy, Leon, Steve, and Max went aboard the stolen boat to check on the shipment of drugs for sale. Just as promised, there were kilos and kilos of tainted cocaine in a hidden compartment at the bottom of the 50 foot boat. Steve even offered to throw the boat in for free (what could he do with a hot boat the coast guards were looking for anyway?). Handshakes sealed the deal as Tempest and Pooh celebrated with imported cigars. Peaches was told to hand over the briefcase. She did as told, then returned by Tempest's side like the good girl she was.
"Nice doing business with you, gentlemen." smiled Steve, 100,000.00 dollars richer. "If ever we come across another big shipment, we'll give you guys a call.
"You do that." said Pooh, eyeing over his hull. He and Tempest stood to make a fortune off these tainted drugs. Tempest already had his labs prepared to lace the tainted coke with Sextacy, to sell to unsuspecting addicts as soon as
they got back. And with the city's Mayor in the drug dealer's pocket, Pooh was confident that nothing could stand in their way. Steve and Max prepared to exit the boat, but was stopped at the very last minute when Tempest pulled a gun from behind his waist (which had been hidden by his long length leather trench).
"What's this...?" asked Steve, nervously. "I...I thought we had a deal?"
"We did." said Tempest, aiming the gun. "A boat load of coke, for a briefcase of money. Deal's over!" added Tempest, pulling the trigger. The bullet hit Steve directly in the chest, the briefcase went flying as Steve fell backwards onto the ground.
"What the fuck??" asked Pooh, surprised by the loud pop. He saw Steve laying and twitching on the ground as the blood spurt from his body like a red fountain. Outside, the gunshot was heard by the rest of the group. Pete and Tom grabbed their weapons from their pockets, but was quickly gunned down by Jasmine and Sapphire, whom had already been told of the ambush in advance. Both men were shot in the backs by multiple bullets. They fell face down in the dirt before they even had a chance to shot back. Inside, Max stood over the body of his dead associate. Steve had stopped breathing, and was staring straight up into nothing with cold dead eyes. Max was shaking with fear as he turned towards Tempest.
"Pl...please..., I'll do anything...." he begged, shaking like a leaf.
"I know you would." said Tempest, lowering his gun. "When we get back, Peaches will shave all the hair from your body and show you your new wardrobe. You're gonna be my new white-bitch! Should bring in a lot of money once we've fixed you up and gave you some new breasts!"
"Breasts?" asked Pooh, laughing to himself. "You one crazy ass, Tempest! You gonna turn this white-boi into a girl without his consent? That's wild!"
"Either that, or this!" said Tempest, holding up his weapon.
"So we got the drugs, AND get to keep the money! Not a bad hull!" smiled Pooh. "Let's get this shit packed!" he said to his men. Guy tucked his weapon, then walked towards the storage door at the bowel of the boat.
"You comin, nigga?" he asked to his co-henchmen, Leon. Leon stepped backwards out of the way, then reached into his inside pocket and pulled his weapon.
"Okay..., FREEZE!" he yelled, pulling his gun as he aimed it at the small group of men.
"What the fuck...?" asked Guy, looking over at him as if he were crazy. "What the hell's wrong with you, man?"
"Hands in the air! You're all under arrest!" yelled Leon, his brow sweating profusely.
"Arrest?" asked Peaches, looking around frantically.
"What the fuck you talkin about?" asked Pooh, talking to his number2 man.
"I'm a federal agent working with the FBI! Hands in the air!" announced Leon. Everyone's faces turned from shock, to anger. "This is Mitchell..., MOVE IN! I repeat, MOVE IN!" he yelled into his collar.
"You fuckin bastard!" yelled Pooh, feeling duped. "I trusted your sorry ass!"
"Don't move Whinny Davis..." (Poohs real name) "...I'll shoot!" warned agent Mitchell.
"So SHOOT, mother fucker! Cuz when I get my fuckin hands on you, you're gonna wish you did!" yelled Pooh, angrily. Helicopters could suddenly be heard over head, as search lights appeared from the darkened sky out of no where. Outside, Tempest's "girls" donned their weapons, looking around as sirens rang in the near distance.
"He can't shoot us all at once..." said Guy, talking to Pooh and Tempest as he inched his way closer and closer towards agent Mitchell.
"Shut up!" yelled Mitchell, watching precious seconds tick by while he waited for back-up. "Put your weapons on the floor!"
"You crazy nigga, if you think we're gonna just stand by while you hold a gun on us!" said Guy, his fingers twitching for his weapon. Mitchell knew Guy was crazy, he'd seen him do some awful things to people in the name of work. He
could see guy's eyes glaze over as he prepared to die tonight. Tempest was another crazy one. Mitchell knew these few seconds were the most pivotal.
"I only need to shoot ONE of you to prove I'm not joking." informed Mitchell, aiming directly at Guy's head.
"Bullshit! You ain't got the guts!" said Guy, charging forth. Mitchell pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Guy straight on, but not before Guy managed to tackle him into a wall. Another shot rang out into the roof of the boat before Guy started to weaken from a loss of blood. He slowly sank to the floor while holding onto Mitchell for support. Mitchell pushed Guy aside as he attempted to re-aim the gun, but was shot in the shoulder by Tempest. Mitchell dropped the gun as he clutched his wounded shoulder and rested against the wall. Pooh stood directly infront of him, staring at agent Mitchell with nothing but hate in his eyes.
"Fake ass mother fucker! I trusted you, you punk bitch!" snarled Pooh, aiming his own gun at Mitchell's head. "You can kiss your ass good, agent!"
"This won't change anything! You'll still get arrested and prosecuted!" promised Mitchell, taking his last breath.
"YOU won't be around to see it!" said Pooh, pulling the trigger. FBI issued vehicles pulled into the area, inciting a major shoot out with Tempest and his girls. Bullets rang out in a flurry of fire. Former police captain McConnell drove up to the commission, with officers Cortez and Valentine closely behind. All 3 officers jumped from their cars, crouching down behind their doors to use as shields.
"Philadelphia PD! What's going on?" asked McConnell, yelling over the sound of gun shots to one of the agents.
"This is an FBI case!" said the closest agent. "We have a notorious drug dealer in there making an illegal buy with suspects we've been following for weeks!"
"We have an innocent by-stander in there we're looking to protect!" informed McConnell.
"There's NO innocent bystanders in there! We believe one of out agents was just executed! We're taking no prisoners!" said the agent, as other agents rushed the gate. Bullets flew as voices screamed over the sound of thunder. Steel pierces flesh, bringing forth the gush of blood on both sides of the fence as bodies fall in a mix of shock and agony. When the smoke finally clears (a mere 6 minutes after it started), suspects are gathered, roughed up, and handcuffed or body bagged. Several suspects were shot, the extent of their injuries unknown as they were immediately rushed off to area hospitals while being read their rights. Little was told to awaiting officers as they stood outside the crime area awaiting word.
McConnell, Jake and Malecee sat on the sidelines as agents cleaned up their mess. Jake paced nervously, a knot twisting in his gut as he thought the worst. McConnell leaned against his privately owned car as he watched Malecee try to comfort his partner. McConnell could tell by Malecee's body language, and
the tenderness in his actions, that he and Jake were more than mere partners. McConnell thought it was interesting, he never would have pegged Cortez as the "gay" type, but knew Jake had that something about him that could change just about any man into a gay chaser. Jake wanted to bolt into the crime area, to see for himself just what was going on. Malecee was the only thing that took his focus away from the chaos going on behind them. He grabbed Jake by the arm, whispering words of strength and encouragement into his ear. As agents and emergency vehicles buzzed by, Malecee took Jake into his arms and planted his lips with a explosive kiss. A few agents and security guards caught the display, but no one said anything as they went about their business. Jake knew it was against Mal's nature to do any kind of public display of affection, so he knew it was a big step for him to do something like this in front of captain McConnell, and a host of muncho agents. However, it did manage to keep Jake level headed through the excitement. That is, until they bought out the body bags.
Malecee offered to view it, to save Jake the pain of having to. He stopped paramedics as they rolled out the body of a dead girl. Malecee unzipped the bag, then took his time looking her over. He shook his head in disbelief. It was a shame that something so beautiful had to die so young. Across the way, Jake kept a close eye on Malecee. He saw the look of sorrow on his lover's face. Jake felt a knot grow in his stomach. After a few moments, Malecee re-covered the girl's face, then started back over towards Jake. McConnell was talking to one of the FBI agents; a Carlos Rodriguez (as seen in chap-1), and was unaware of the body.
"We've been monitoring the activities of Tempest Williams for months! We finally got a break when one of Whinny Davis' street thugs decided to turn state's evidence and testify against his boss."
"Whinny Davis?" asked McConnell, not familiar with the name.
"That's the real name of another notorious drug dealer we were investigating. His street name is -Pooh." said Rodriguez. "As in the bear from the classic children's book? One of his men, -a Dwayne Wright, also known as D-Money..., made a deal with agents after he was caught with a large quantity of drugs on him during a routine stop."
"Routine?" asked McConnell, in doubt. "Why wasn't my office contacted that the FBI was conducting investigations in my jurisdiction?" he added, still a little pissed to have been left in the dark.
"It became apparent after awhile that certain city officials were involved in this investigation as well. We weren't sure just how deep this went, or who was trust worthy. I'm sure you can understand that?"
"Of course." said McConnell, realizing he was on a need to know basis. "So what happens now?"
"Well, we'll arrest and trail them, and hopefully get these poisonous drugs off the streets. From what I understand captain McConnell..., you may be reinstated to your former position very soon. I really am not at liberty to go into much detail, but the Mayor's business deals have also been under our watchful eye..." informed Rodriguez, bringing a bitter-sweet irony to McConnell's firing. While McConnell and Rodriguez talked, Jake watched as Malecee silently walked back over to them. Before Malecee even said anything, Jake already read the bad news on the man's face.
"I'm...sorry Jay..., she was ethnic. It was Peaches." said Mal mournfully, touching Jake on the shoulder, giving him a discreet squeeze for support. "Does
she have any family? Is there anyone we can notify?" he asked, concerned.
"She was alone. Most of her family is dead, or don't give a shit." said Jake, sadly. "She deserves a decent burial, though..."
"We'll take care of that, Jake. Why don't you get home and get some rest? There's nothing more we can do here." offered McConnell, giving his condolences.
As Jake walked aimlessly back towards Cortez's car, McConnell took the 31 year old hispanic officer aside. "Stay with him for a few days, make sure he gets plenty of rest." suggested the captain, pulling Cortez closer for a more private talk. "I'm not sure how deeply you 2 are involved.., but Jake is a special guy who deserves someone who is patient and attentive. Be careful with his feelings, he's very fragile at the moment."
"uh..., yes, sir." said Malecee, some what embarrassed and mortified that McConnell knew they were closer than normal partners. He quickly followed Jake to the car, and started the engine. He thought about what McConnell said as he looked over at his partner holding in his emotions. Malecee couldn't help but feel a little jealous that Jake had such strong feelings toward someone besides himself. He reached down and touched Jake on the upper part of his thigh, and squeezed.
"I know you're going through some things right now, Jake..., but I...I want you to know that I'll be here for you. And that I..., I..., love you." he added softly, before putting the car in gear and pulling off. Jake looked out the passenger's side window as they left all the commission and chaos behind. He loved hearing Malecee declare his feelings for him for the first time, but the moment was over shadowed by the untimely death of Peaches. Jake felt too numb on the inside to thoroughly enjoy Malecee's declaration. "I'm sorry about your friend." said Mal, awkwardly trying to keep a conversation going. "Its a shame she died so young. She was very pretty. Reminded me of that actress, -Jennifer Lopez."
"Lopez?" asked Jake, confused.
"Yeah..., you didn't think so?" asked Malecee, surprised. "She was practically a dead ringer. Hard to believe she was really a guy."
"Was she black or white?" asked Jake, suddenly hopeful.
"Neither. She looked hispanic. Why?" asked Malecee, pulling onto the main road leading back into the heart of the city.
"No reason." perked Jake, looking back out of the passenger's window with a smile. After a moment or two, he turned back towards Mal and gently touched him on the upper part of his thigh, and squeezed. Malecee looked down, then looked over at Jake questionably. "I love you too." whispered Jake, feeling better as they pulled onto the expressway heading back towards home.
CITY BUS TERMINAL "Next in line, please?" called the ticket agent for Greyhound. A 6 foot tall black man dressed inconspicuously in a heavy sweater, overcoat, jeans, and hat, walked up to the counter. "Hello, sir. How may I help you?" asked the girl, genuinely.
"I'd like a ticket to Miami, please." whispered the man, privately.
"Miami, Florida? Will that be round trip, or one way?" asked the gilr, keying in the information.
"One way."
"Name of the ticket holder?"
"Walker. Darryl Walker." whispered the man.
"And how will you be paying for this, -cash, credit, debit?"
"Cash."
"Okay. One way ticket in the name of Darryl Walker to Miami Florida. That will be 135.00 dollars, please." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out the exact change, and handed it over. The woman put in the info, then punched up the ticket. "Do you have any baggage that needs tagging?"
"I'm carrying all the baggage I need." said the man, clinging to a briefcase.
"Well, enjoy your trip, and thank you for traveling Greyhound." smiled the lady, already looking for her next customer. Darryl Walker turned towards the loading zone, following the crowd out the double doors towards his bus (now loading). His heart beat with excitement of the new life awaiting him in Miami.
He'd never been there before, but wanted to get as far away from Philadelphia and the drug dealer known as Tempest Williams as possible. He handed the bus driver his ticket, then climbed aboard carrying his briefcase, heading for Miami and freedom, -and 100,000,00 dollars richer.
EPILOGUE Not long after Tempest's arrest, a video tape was sent anonymously to news officials at various stations around town (by the mayor's former assistant -Brian Dunn). They broadcast the Mayor in obvious lewd and sexually perverted acts while tied to a sling and manhandled by men. A firestorm of controversy exploded as news crews from every network bombarded City Hall, forcing Edwards to resign from office in disgrace and humiliation. He disappeared from public view, but not before being hit with divorce papers from his wife whom went public about his cheating and womanizing.
David L. McConnell was given back his job as Captain of Precinct-23, and was subsequently nominated as candidate in the next Mayor's election, which he was practically guaranteed as a "shoe-in" by constituents.
Councilmen Harvey Howard moved from the city with his family. His whereabouts currently are unknown, but he is wanted by the FBI for questions regarding his connection between Mayor Edwards, and Tempest Williams.
Jake and Malecee moved in together, and still work as partners on and off of the field.
Malik got the job working as a guard in a state penitentiary, where he resides over 1500 inmates daily, including Marvin Rollins.
And Bruce Gardner, Alan Cooper, Jo Justine, and Blake were all trial and sentenced prison time. As was Tempest Williams, Pooh, Guy, and Tempest's "girls". 17 year old Christopher Gardner was trial as an adult for the seriousness of his crimes. He too was sentenced to the same prison as his father and the dealers that ruined his life. Soon a new drug and a new drug dealer will emerge, causing chaos and mayhem on the streets of north philly and bringing about the status quo of nature's selections. Until then, we can count on the men in blue to serve, service, and protect us, rather we like it or not!
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PS- BELOW IS AN EXERTS FROM MY UPCOMING PRISON SERIES CALLED -"THE HOLE". Look for it soon.
The HOLE The "HOLE" is an old turn of the century penitentiary on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge section of the Pennsylvania It was built to hold up to 500 convicted inmates, but today holds nearly 1500, -3 times it's intended population. Over crowding means there are 2 to 3 men (or more) per a 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 alike complain of conditions, but most 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 of "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!
Black, white, puerto-rican, muslim, aryan nation; all crammed together in one small space. Tempers flare when the heat rises and over crowding is at an all time high. Racial divide and power is what runs this institution. The strong prosper, while the weak gets fucked over. Sensitivity is a sign of weakness, and any man thought to be in that category is subjected to a bombardment of harassment by horny convicts looking to satisfy the most cardinal of sins. No one is safe from attack or abuse. Everyone is a victim. But while most learn to watch their backs or at least join groups of others like them to help watch their backs, there are those that consistently fall prey to everyone. These unfortunate souls don't usually make it through life their full term. Some kill themselves, unable to live with the sigma of what happens to them behind bars in the population of nothing but men. Some find protection, learning to live with what has to be done to survive. While still others are murdered for simply resisting their fate.
Prison guard Malik Jones walks the perimeter of the prison gate, watching as inmates chilled in the yard during their one chance to get out and get some fresh air. Hundreds fill the yard, usually segregated by race and religion. They keep to the own, learning quickly that life can be fleeting when surrounded by faces unlike yours. Malik watches a small group of "brothas" playing basketball on the court. There are 5 guys on each team, the "shirts" verses the "skins". Malik watches intensely as bare backs glisten with sweat. Taut muscles flex and stretch as men fight for the ball. The game is very aggressive, very physical, and no holds bard. Elbows fly into chests and noses, as illegal moves are common. Fist fight usually end quickly, as a court yard grudge could be deadly.
Malik notices the eyes of one guy who catches him. He is a young dude, only 18 and fairly fresh to the pen. He was a street thug out on the streets, but behind bars with grown men at every turn, he is merely pussy for the taking. Malik and the other guards are aware of his rapes. Infact, Malik watched them take turns on him once in the shower on his 2nd day here. Now it's been a over 2 weeks since his induction into prison guard, and he's seen more sex than he could have ever imagined possible. The boy looks Malik over, his eyes going from the guard's face, down the front of his uniform, to zero in on his crotch. Malik watched the boy lick his lips suggestively, staring down at the bulge in Malik's pants. Malik wasn't even aware his dick was hard until he saw the boy's reaction. He looked down to see his own hardon pressing out the front of his uniform after watching the hot sweaty men play ball. Malik adjusted himself, then moved on before anyone else could notice his interest.
Back in the prison's walls. He walks the cell blocks, keeping tabs on prisoners not yet scheduled for the yard. When he got to the particular block he was looking for, a deep voice called out to him. "YO...!" Malik stopped in his tracks, then looked in to see an inmate sitting back in his cell chair, listening to his cd walkman headset. When he saw Malik peer in, he leaned back and rubbed his dick bulge lewdly. "What took you so long, man? Thought I was gonna have to snatch up one of these punk ass cell boiz to get my shit off!"
"Shhh..." said Malik, sneaking into the cell as he closed the cell door behind him. Marvin (the inmate) got up from his seat and removed his head phones. Malik stood at 5-9, 140 pounds, with a dark brn complexion, short tapered hair cut, and smooth clean face. The inmate (Marvin Rollins) was 5-11, 250 pounds of bulk muscle, lite skin with a thick neck, big hands, feet, and a huge 10 inch prod. He hovered over the guard as Malik watched Marvin reached for his bed sheet, then tie it up into the corners of his cell door to enact a private wall. Then he turned to face the officer, who was already unfastening his uniform pants.
"That's what I like, a bitch that knows the deal and what he wants!" smiled Marvin, unzipping his own pants.
"I don't have long..." said Malik, knowing he was already putting his job at risk by simply being there alone in an inmate's cell.
"We never do!" reminded Marvin, dropping his pants as he positioned himself behind the guard. Malik lowered his own pants and underwear down around his ankles, as he felt the head of Marvin's dick fishing up and down the valley of his ass crack. Malik's asshole was pre-greased, having planned this sex session in advance. He felt Marvin's hand guiding his fat dick head up to his hole as he pushed in. Malik grunted as his hole stretched to accommodate. He bit his lower lip as he gripped the wall for support when the head penetrated. Marvin grabbed him snugly about the torso, then rammed the rest of his wrist thick horse dick up his ass. He felt the huge con's body press up against his back as he ground up into him, the entire shaft of his thick monster dick probing his colon as his asshole molded to the shape of the member. Before he was ready, Marvin started thrusting in and out of him, -fucking him with deep probing strokes which mauled his asshole like an angry animal. Malik tired his best to keep quiet as he bit down on his lips to keep from crying aloud. The last thing he needed was to have other inmates know he was in a prison cell giving up his ass to a convict. He knew he'd never be able to explain why he was so compelled to allow Marvin to fuck him. He'd probably lose his job once word made it back to the warden. So to cope, Malik bit down hard on his fist every time he wanted to cry out aloud. This worked as he bit so hard that he broke the skin and drew blood as the huge dick moved back and forth, dragging his poor stretched hole outward with every withdraw.
"Awww fuck!" he cursed as his ass was busted wide. Marvin grabbed his waist, then fucked in and out of him harder. Marvin slapped his pelvis into Malik's ass cheeks over and over, driving the full length of his bull dick up into the reshaped rectum as he bore forth relentlessly. Malik held both hands up against the wall, bracing himself as his ass was pulverized from behind. Marvin was a big ogar of a brute with no knowledge of tenderness. He fucks for the sheer brutality of the act, not to please his partner. In fact, he is well known around the prison for his brutal prowess, grabbing unsuspecting inmates and forcing them to bend over and submit to his power and strength. There are precious few that Marvin don't have to forcefully over power to conquer sexually. Most inmates run in the other direction when they see him coming. Malik however, is the total opposite.
Malik was an undercover police officer before coming to the prison to be a guard. He left his job behind when Marvin was arrested and convicted, and became a guard at the very prison he was sentenced to. Malik knew Marvin was nothing but a vicious brute, an angry black man who took his hate out on the world and the people who surrounded him. But there was something that drew him to the big guy. Some animal magnetism that compelled him to quit his job, leave his lover, and go looking to the convict behind bars.
Marvin gripped Malik about the waist, until he had the guard standing on his tip-toes. Malik's dick was rock hard between his legs, swinging back and forth as his asshole was fucked from behind. He felt completely dominated and at
the mercy of the con holding him captive. Marvin power drove his massive manhood into Malik's ass like a pile-driver, banging him so hard that the sounds of slapping flesh sound through the halls of the cell. Malik's insides were pulverized, his hole spread wide and gutted out as the gigantic phallus started to pulse and throb inside him.
"Fuck bitch..., work that cop pussy on my dick! Take this shit!" grunted Marvin, feeling his balls tighten as he prepared to loose his load. Malik's asshole clamped down on Marvin's girth as it thickened and pulsed, then started spurting out a hot batch of thick semen. "Aaaaaahh shhhhiitttt...!!" groaned Marvin, bellowing like a mountain animal as he came hard and strong. Malik's feet connected with the ground once more when Marvin released his grip on his waist. Like always there is an awkwardness between them after fucking. Marvin withdraws his dick, then flops down on his butt on his bunk, his big fat dick flopping heavily between his legs as he watched Malik pull up his uniform pants to cover his ass. Marvin reached over and slapped him hard on the rump, before falling back exhausted in bed. "That ass gets better and better every time I fuck it!" he laughed, satisfied with the big load he deposited inside. Malik tucked his own neglected dick as he fastened his pants.
"So we good?" asked Mal, looking down at Marvin's thick football player's body and huge softening dick as he lay back lazily to catch his breath.
"Good until next time, bitch!" said Marvin, looking down over his chest.
"Remember, this is just between us. No one can know about this..." reminded Malik, fearful for his job.
"I know, I know. With an ass that good..., I ain't tellin nobody!" promised Marvin, dropping his head back down on the mattress. Malik felt a strange satisfaction wash over him, knowing he'd just reduced a big strong OX like Marvin, into a lump of limp meat. He felt as if his asshole was gaining strength and power. Marvin was exhausted and sleepy, while his ass felt rejuvenated and empowered. Malik smiled to himself as he ripped down the bed sheet covering the cell door. He left Marvin to himself as he continued his stroll down the cell block.
MORE OF "THE HOLE" IN THE UPCOMING SERIES. LOOK FOR IT SOON. -Dogg