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/10 REPECUSSIONS
Pt-1
The rumor of T-Bo's rape by the Aryans spread like wildfire. Tensions mounted as racial lines blurred. Isolated incidents broke out where one member of the opposite race was cornered and beaten by another. Councilors were called in to mediate. The heads of the drug cartels met in secret meeting to discuss the boiling pot about to blow...
"YOU need to get control of yur people!!" yelled Sarge, pointing at Duke and his crew (Marvin Rollins and Killer Pete); -the Mandingos!
"Oh, I need to get control of MY people?" repeated Duke, mockingly. "Wasn't it YOUR peeps who started this whole thing by raping and murdering Tempest Williams?"
"Tempest Williams was a gift!" snapped Sarge, a stout heavy-set caucasian man of 60. "He would have certainly come in here and stolen our entire base of operations right from up inder us! I did YOU, ME, the SPICS, and this whole stinking facility a favor by getting rid of him when I did! You oughta be grateful!"
"Spics...?" questioned spanish brothers -Raul, Carlos, and David Rodriguez, the Rootboiz.
"And T-Bo? Was he trying to steal the operation too? What did HE do to deserve the fucking HE took?" asked Duke, referring to his next in command.
"We don't know nothing about what happened to T-Bo!" lied Hammer, standing with his cellmates -Sarge and Snake, of the Aryan posse.
"Bullshit!" yelled Killer Pete.
"Curb yur dog, Duke!" warned Sarge, pointing at Pete.
"I'll curb him when we find out what happened to T!" yelled Duke.
"What did he say?" asked Snake, curiously. Duke, Marvin, and Killer Pete looked around at each other questionably.
"He claims he ain't see who hit him..." offered Duke. "But we don't believe him!"
"There you have it! How can you blame us for something yur own boy don't even claim we did?" asked Snake, smiling.
"Look..., we need to stop all of this `whose dick is bigger' shit!" intervened Raul.
"Ain't no contest there, homs...!" laughed Marvin, slapping hands with his brethren in solidarity. "...we's got that shit on lock -HANDS DOWN!!"
"Whatever!" said Hammer, not laughing.
"We've all gotta business to run! And we can't run it with all this drama going on all the time!" finished Raul.
"Easy for YOU to say, man..., wasn't one of your boiz found in the stairwell with his asshole bashed in!" said Duke.
"Yo..., it ain't easy for none of us!" reasoned Ra'.
"I'll call off my boiz when we find out who fucked over T-Bo!" said Duke, unrelenting. "Until then..., this business shit is OFF!" he added, looking over the Aryans with a hard gaze before walking off with his backup.
"This's fucked up, pops!" said Raul, watching the blacks walk away from their meeting. "Why don't you just tell them who fucked over their boi, and end this shit?"
"Cause its not that simple.., -you fucking wet-back!" snarled Sarge, angrily. "Aryans don't turn on Aryans, unlike you mooks and the niggers! We protest our own!"
Raul's fists balls with tension.
"Yo man..., we ain't gonna be but so many more names..!" he warned, getting visibly angry.
"I apologize...!" sighed Sarge, insincerely. "I apologize that you were born on the wrong side of the color codes! I apologize that yur fucking chimpanzee ancestors weren't thoroughbreds like us, and you all ended up with the fucked up genes you were born with! Now get out of my face you yellow bastard!"
"You fucking old ass HICK...!" yelled Raul, jumping at Sarge's neck. His brothers Carlos and David grabbed him before he could reach Sarge, knowing an all out war would erupt if he laid hands on the old white man.
"C'mon Ra'..., fuck that old white mother fucker!" said David, pulling his irate brother back. "Let him and the blacks kill each other! And while they all lay dying..., we'll take over this fucking hell hole!"
Sarge, Snake, and Hammer watched the 3 hispanics leave by the same passage the blacks used.
"I hate to admit it, Sarge..., but they're right!" agreed Hammer, being the voice of reason. "The niggers make up more than half our drug trade..., without them, we won't have much of a haul!"
"I KNOW!" yelled Sarge. "But what can we do? They want a victim they can string up! We can't sacrifice one of our men, -we need every solder in our ranks if a battle ever breaks out!"
"What about that Gardner kid?" asked Snake, catching the attention of his brethren. "The niggers've already marked him for the murders he committed before he got here! What's to keep him from doing it again here in the prison, going insane around all these swinging black cocks?"
"But he didn't cut off T-Bo's cock!" doubted Hammer.
"Do you think they'll care? They'll be too busy stringing him up by his balls to think rationally! It's a good idea!" thought Sarge, aloud.
"What about his father? Surely Terminator'll tell the niggers what really happened before he let his son get killed!" asked Hammer.
"Well..., we'll just have to arrange a little accident for mr Terminator, won't we?" said Sarge, slyly. The 3 Aryans exited the meeting place with Snake smiling broadly, -he'd have his revenge on Chris Gardner soon (for events which happened in chap-8).
Pt-2 WARDEN's OFFICE...
52 yr old warden Dennis Ellis sits behind his big desk as usual, taking a moment to enjoy the soothing relaxing pace of the hot mouth sucking up and down his erection just about everyday at this time. He leans back in his big comfortable chair, his tie undone, his shirt unbuttoned, and his pants down around his ankles. On his knees between the Warden's legs is his 48 yr old male inmate assistant -Rocky Peterson. Peterson has been sucking the warden's dick for a number of years now, blowing him exclusively while awaiting parole. With just a few short days before he goes up to the board, he is excited and eager to do a good job for the boss. Ellis' dick is 8 inches, thick, and hooded. Rocky has to use his hands to bunch as much of the loose rubbery skin as he could down around the dick base, while he bobs his head up and down along the length. He swallows the warden's dick on occasion, knowing he loves to be deep throated whole.
Warden Ellis struck upon the idea of letting inmates blow him after receiving so many offers from desperate men needing or wanting personal favors. The very first time it happened was for a kid that had been getting gang banged by inmates on a daily basis some years ago. He made an appointment to see the warden (which took weeks to schedule), then pleaded with him to send him to another block or another prison where he wouldn't be subjected to the daily rapes he'd been getting as a fresh new inmate. Ellis thought it was funny, and ordered the boy to "man up". When the cute young man begged to suck his dick for the favor, Ellis decided to take him up on it. The kid got down on his knees immediately, whipping out the warden's dick as he took it into his mouth and began sucking it with more talent than Ellis expected. Ellis was pleasantly surprised by the boy's skills, for a straight kid who didn't like being fucked by men, he was certainly a grand dick sucker. He bobbed his head up and down, taking Ellis' dick deep before gagging on the head in his throat. He'd been forced fucked orally and anally since his arrival, having learned more about dick sucking in the past short months than more girls do their entire lives. He backed off to re-group before going back down on it again, this time succeeding in swallowing the rock hard warden's dick all the way down into his gullet, much like he'd been taught by the inmates.
Ellis realized the opportunity he had within his hands. As warden, he practically had his pick of desperate inmates willing to do whatever he wanted for the smallest favors. He watched the boy whore himself on his dick, trying to coax the cum from his balls through his prick. Ellis held back a long time before finally feeding the boy his seed. The kid nearly choked on the first wave of cum as it clogged his wind pipe like a huge wad of gum. Ellis grabbed the back of the boy's head and rammed it down into his lap, causing his dick to punch through the clogged oral ring as he shot the rest of his plentiful load down into the back of his throat. When the boy finished sucking him dry, Ellis sent him back to his old cell block to be forced fucked by his fellow inmates for the rest of his prison term. Ellis never gave the boy his transfer, citing that the kid got what he deserved for stealing his own grandma's social security checks and leaving her to die slowly in her own bed. But the oral experience helped spark the idea for Ellis that he could get his dick blown by dozens of inmates without anyone ever knowing, -especially his wife, -Cammell.
Rocky Peterson felt Ellis' dick thicken and expand in his mouth, just before the heavy load of hot sperm pumped from the flaring head, filling his mouth like glue from a glue gun. He sucked and swallowed every drop, just like the warden likes. He was just finishing up when the office door burst open, and in stormed Muslim inmate Muhammad.
"Warden..., I have to talk to...you..." he said, stopping in his tracks when he noticed the body knelt down between Ellis' legs.
"What the fuck are you doing barging into my office?" yelled Ellis, pushing Rocky back on his ass as he quickly pulled up his pants and pushed himself under his desk to conceal his hardon. Muhammad looked down at Rocky, whom sat on the floor drooling what looked to be semen from his lips.
"I'm..., sorry...I didn't know you were...n't alone." said Muhammad, speechless.
"Get out!" ordered Ellis, talking to Rocky. Rocky got up off his ass, and headed for the door fast. He was greatly embarrassed, having been caught with his mouth full, -literally. When the door slammed behind him, Muhammad made his way over to the warden's desk. "What is this about, Muhammad?" asked Ellis, buttoning up his shirt as he tried to ignore the situation.
"What are you going to do about this WAR?" asked Muhammad, throwing the vivid image of Rocky from his brain.
"War? What war?" asked Ellis, acting clueless.
"Surely you're not blind, Warden! There's a drug war brewing out there, that's crossing over into a racial divide!" informed Muhammad.
"I'm not aware of any drug war, nor any racial tensions!" said Ellis, smugly.
"What do you call the rush of violence sprouting up around the prison? Starting with the murder of Tempest Williams, and going on from there!" asked Muhammad.
"You're reading too much into it, Muhammad. Sure there's been a few isolated incidences, but I don't see any evidence of racial divide!" said Ellis, playing down the violence.
"With all due respect, Warden..., you're not living in the line of fire! I SEE the tension building daily! We're on the brink of a riot!" insisted Muhammad.
"A riot, Muhammad? Let's not get mellow dramatic!" laughed Ellis, fixing his tie as he stood to zip his zipper and tuck his shirt. Muhammad tired not to look too annoyed by the Warden's cattiness. "Look..., I'll put my people on it, make sure whatever's going on out there gets squashed before it starts!"
"It's not going to be that simple, Warden!" explained Muhammad. "This prison is a hell hole! Its conditions are deplorable! Its not fit for animals!"
"Animals don't live here..., criminals do!" said Ellis smugly, coming from behind his desk.
"So you think because we're criminals, its okay to pack us into over crowded jail cells without proper heat and feed us crap not fit for dogs?" asked Muhammad, raising his voice. "We're human beings! We deserve to be treated as such!"
"You forfeit your human rights the instant you walked through those prison doors!" yelled Ellis, dramatically. "I house murderers, rapists, thieves, bank robbers, con artists, child molesters, -killers of all kinds, including YOU! You're all lucky to have a facility this nice to live in! Do you think the public gives a fuck that we're over crowded? Do you think they care that if you live or die in this so called `hell hole'?"
"I care!" shouted Muhammad. "And those men out there are reaching their boiling points! It's only a matter of time before the pot explodes!
"That's MY job to worry about, Muhammad..., it's YOUR job to simply live out your sentence and rehabilitate!" said Ellis, turning a deaf ear.
"There's NO programs here to teach rehabilitation! Many of these men are destined to repeat their past crimes! They'll end up right back here, -or worse, six feet under!!" challenged Muhammad.
"What do you propose, Muhammad? Remodel? Maybe build a new trillion dollar prison for your connivance? One with Jacuzzi's and sauna's so you can pamper yourself in style, eh? " asked Ellis, sarcastically. "Get real, convict! THIS is the only home you and the rest of those lousy ingrates have, so I suggest you get used to it!"
"You're making a big mistake by ignoring this problem, Warden..." warned Muhammad, feeling bum rushed as Ellis escorted him to the door. "Anarchy is sure to rule!"
"I'm willing to take that chance." said Ellis, showing Muhammad the way out.
Pt-3
Christopher Gardner lay back in his bunk in his cell, reading over letters written from his mother and his sister back in Colorado. He felt emotions start to swell inside him as he thought back to the time before his loss of innocence, before he was taken from the comforts of his suburban home and forced to trick on the streets as a female impersonating prostitute.
His eyes watered as he thought about how much he missed his mom and little sister (Samantha). His only connection to the family he loved, was his father -Bruce, the father he blamed for his misfortune and torment. If his father had never been a police officer, had he never become who the drug dealers dubbed `the Terminator', HE probably would never have been caught up in his father's war with them. Christopher was in the mist of feeling sorry for himself, when he got a visitor to his cell door...
"Hey..., -Sarge wants to see you! Now!" said the man, disappearing before Chris could even respond. Chris tucked his letters into his personal box, then exited his cell. He passed by his father's cell on the way out. The two of them caught eyes for a brief moment, then Chris walked on, uninterested in talking to him.
"ah..., the young Gardner!" sighed Sarge, standing in his cell shaving, as he looked at Chris through a mirror's reflection.
"I prefer Chris!" said Christopher, not wanting to be associated with his dad.
"I see." said Sarge, swishing his razor around in the soapy water of his sink before towel drying the rest of his smooth shaven face. "I have a proposition for you, Chris..." he added turning towards the boy, Hammer and Snake standing in the background. "There seems to be an opening in my ranks..., I need a young head strong guy like yourself to help me keep the riffraff..., the niggers, the spics, -out of our cell block. Do you know what I mean?"
"uh..., yes." answered Chris, unsure what Sarge wanted HIM to do about it.
"I know you're looking to grow some distance between you and your father while you're here in this prison, -and I don't blame you! Must've really put a damper on your social life having a pig for a father, eh?" Hammer and Snake both snickered in the background. "I think it's a good idea to keep the ole man at a distance. And to let you in on a little secret, Chris..." said Sarge, leaning in as his voice dropped. "...I don't completely trust him and his boys, you know? They're cops! And once a cop, always a cop! Right?"
"I, uh...I guess." said Christopher, confused.
"I mean.., who's to say they're not working for the feds? Who's to say they're not in here with wires and hidden cameras, taping and listening to every word we say? eh? Who's to say they're not spies?" asked Sarge.
"I sure as hell don't trust them!" yelled Hammer.
"See..., Hammer doesn't trust them either. That's good enough for me!" smiled Sarge, knowingly. "But you...? You I sense, -are different! You don't live by that same bull shit code of crap yur father does! You're, one of US! An Aryan, through and through!" Do you want to be one of us, Chris?"
"Yes!" said Christopher eagerly, finally feeling as if someone understood him.
"Then follow me, son..." said Sarge, walking out of his cell. The Aryans all watched quietly as Chris, Sarge, Snake, and Hammer all walked out of the protection of the block, and into the more dangerous parts of the prison.
After about 10 minutes of wandering up stairwells and down corridors, Chris began to question where they were going. "I have a very important job for you, Chris..., something only YOU can do for us!" insured Sarge. Christopher looked back over his shoulders at Snake and Hammer as they lagged behind to take up the rear. Chris didn't trust Snake, having fought him on his first day to the prison (and won), -he knew Snake had never forgiven nor forgotten what happened, and would eventually seek revenge for his embarrassment and humiliation. But Sarge had declared Chris `off limits', which meant Snake could do him no harm so long as he was in the ranks of the brotherhood.
Soon they came up an open room, usually used for indoor recreations like volleyball and basketball. Currently the room was empty, which Chris thought was a little unusual. "We're meeting some associates here..., people YOU should meet. They'll instruct you on what you're to do next." informed Sarge, directing Chris into the center of the room. "Don't worry, you'll do great! They're business associates of ours. We've been doing business with them for years! They'll take good care of you! Smile!" suggested Sarge, patting Chris on both shoulders as he turned and walked away. Chris wondered what was going on, but feel extra nervous when he saw the mischievous smirk that appeared across Snake's lips as he turned to follow Sage and Hammer out the door.
Something didn't seem right.
From the opposite side of the large room, a door was opened, and in walked 5 black inmates, -the Mandingos; Duke, Marvin Rollins, Killer Pete, Wyome, and Genuwine. Chris felt his heart jump up into his throat when he saw the darkness of their skin.
"What the fuck is this...?" asked one of the men, spotting Chris standing in the middle of the room alone.
"That him?" asked another brutha, holding back the urge to rush over and beat Chris to a pulp.
"Yo..., Sarge said he'd have T-Bo's attacker here in the rec room, didn't he?" asked Marvin, posing the question to all.
"THAT lil' mother fucker, there?" smirked Wyome. "Ain't no way HIS lil' ass could've got the drop on T! He would've kicked his scrawny ass!!"
"Not if T-Bo wasn't expecting it!" said Genuwine, causing the others to re-think. "He might not've thought he had nothing to worry about with this shitty looking cracker kid! He probably ain't pay him no mind until he cracked T upside the head and knocked him out! Then while T-Bo was laying there unconscious, HE fucked him!"
"Hey..., ain't that the lil' piss punk that killed the bruthas on the news? The one that cut off dicks?" recalled Marvin.
"That's all the proof I need to hear!" said Duke, springing forth.
Chris backed up as the wall of black men came closer and closer, closing the gap between them fast. When he tried to run, they caught him easily, -throwing him to the ground like a rag doll. Chris felt fists and feet hitting him everywhere all at once, beating him all over his body. That's when he realized he'd been set up by the Aryans as the fall guy. He believed he was only moments from death, when one of the black men got an idea.
"Yo..., let's fuck this cracker fuck! Give him a taste of his own medicine!"
"Then we can cut off his dick like he did the bruthas!" stated another.
Chris felt himself being flipped over onto his stomach on the hard wood floor. Strong rough hands yanked at his clothing, ripping the prison garb from his body like tissue paper. Strips of material cut into Chris' flesh, causing red burn marks to appear like cuts. His bare pale ass came into view when they pulled his pants off. Strong black hands grabbed at the smooth (nearly hairless) ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal the big round brownish asshole in between.
"DAYUM...! Look at the fucker's asshole! Looks like a fucking mack truck done ran up and through that shit!" yelled Wyome in surprise.
"Boy's definitely been getting that ass tag teamed for awhile!" whistled Duke, looking down at the stretched hole.
"Who gives a fuck? Makes fucking him all the easier!" added Marvin, grabbing his hard crotch.
"So who fucks him first?" asked Genuwine, curiously.
"I do, dick head!" answered Duke, pushing the younger man out of his way.
Duke pulled down his pants and positioned himself on his knees behind Chris while his men held the boy in place. Chris squirmed, but knew from previous experiences back at one of Tempest's crack houses, that he wasn't going anywhere until he's had those big black dicks rammed painfully up his ass (Precinct-23 #13).
Duke spit into his palm, then rubbed the slippery contents across the head of his dick before aiming it up to Chris' sunken bare asshole. Chris knew the fucking would be hard and fast. As he tried to mentally prepare himself for the fucking, Duke suddenly rammed forth, burying his fat dark dick in halfway through Chris' vulnerable ass. Chris screamed as the fat cock bore through him like a fist. Duke pulled all the way out, then rammed in again, -this time burying his entire done in one frightful thrust. Chris lurched forward, bucking heavily as he tried to escape. Hands gripped him tighter, holding him into place while Duke quickly took up a fast hard fuck pace, setting Chris' hole on fire.
"So you Aryan bitches don't like niggas, eh?" asked Duke, grabbing Chris' waist as he fucked him hard and steady. He pounded into the naked ass before him, feeling the resisting ass ring break down and loosen after just a few minutes of deep thrusting. "Bet you like this big black fucking dick up that ass though, don't you pussy?!" he taunted.
Chris merely screamed painfully as his asshole was physically fucked from behind. It amazed him that his body responded quickly to the punishment he was getting. His asshole remembered the fuckings it used to get on a regular basis, and instantly started to relax and massage the plunging dick probing his backside. "Damn man..., this kid knows how to take dick!" said Duke, feeling the hole starting to suck his dick in.
"Aryans probably been beating that ass-pussy up on a daily!" said Marvin, stroking his own dick in anticipation.
"Well ain't none of their dicks as big as ours! So this asshole's in deep shit!" laughed Duke, ramming harder.
Chris felt the other 2 men release him as Duke fucked him. They knew he wasn't going anywhere, as they all had intentions on fucking them some poor white trailer trash pussy today. "Yo..., this's in honor of T-Bo!" said Duke, picking up the pace. Chris bit down on his lower lip as his asshole was pounded viscously, the big black dick piston in and out of him strongly, banging into his anal walls repeatedly as his shit canal ached profusely.
"Yo fuck that cracker's ass, Duke!" encouraged his men, watching Duke go wild on the white boy. Duke showed Chris no mercy as he fucked hard into him, battering his insides with deep thrusts until he felt his dick swell.
"Here it cums!" warned Duke, causing his boys to cheer. Chris felt the dick hosing his insides as Duke continued pumping, shooting cum streamers off inside his bowels like fireworks as he continued to thrust. When he was done, he simply yanked his dick free, and presented it to Chris to suck clean. He lifted the white boy's head up off the floor, and slapped the hard, dark, wet, solid, soiled dick up to his lips. Chris didn't resist as he opened his mouth and allowed it inside. Duke pushed all the way down into his throat, burying his bone and making Chris taste the remains of his ass and cum while Marvin got into position behind him.
"Naw man, let ME go next! Your big ass dick's gonna stretch his pussy too wide!" complained Genuwine, wanting to go before Marvin.
"Too damn bad!" replied Marvin, aiming his thick fat 10 inch mammoth dick up to Chris' wet hole. Chris knew the fucking would be viscous, but he wasn't expecting the girth of Marvin's prick as it rammed all the way into his guts with one awfully quick plunge.
Chris screamed around Duke's embedded dick, feeling Marvin plunge all the way in frightfully deep. Duke held Chris' head in his hands, his pelvis pressed tight against his nose with his dick stretching down into his throat. Chris was stuffed full at both ends, nearly 20 inches of black dick meeting somewhere deep inside him. He felt light headed and faint. With Marvin's first full length thrust out and back in, Chris indeed fainted clean away, his body going limp between the two big black studs.
"Ain't this a bitch?" asked Marvin, still fucking. "I love it when they pass out! I'm able to fuck them even harder!" he laughed, laying Chris flat on the floor while he stretched out on top of him and started pounding down into him like a sledgehammer.
"MAN..., I told you you was gonna stretch his shit all out!!" complained Genuwine.
Marvin ignored the convict's complaints as he fucked his first white boy. Marvin was a sadistic fucker who loved taken straight men's virginity. As a drug dealer for Tempest Williams, he had plenty opportunity to fuck young men and boys who normally would never have had a dick in them in their lifetime.
Marvin helped run a drug smuggling ring, which used grade school kids between the ages of elementary to high school, to carry drugs in their assholes. Marvin and his associates would extract the narcotics from the kids' asses in big metal spheres which were stuffed full of tainted cocaine. Watching all those tight young virgin asses give up those big round spheres, often got Marvin and his friends hard. Some of the kids they fucked would willingly take their big adult dicks, but most wouldn't. Marvin would stick his big hard dick up their tight greased asses and fuck them anyway, pounding into their never before fucked holes until he dumped a huge thick heavy load inside them. Most would go home crying, their asses aching for days from the extreme stretching and heavy pounding he administered. But the money was good, especially for the poor urban youths who had no other way of making money legally. This would keep them coming back for more, even knowing there was a possibility of getting fucked again afterwards by the big horny dealers they worked for (chap-4 of Precinct-23).
Marvin's dick squeezed easily in and out of Chris' butt-pussy. He pounded the white boy hard and deep, his hairy pelvis slapping into Chris' bare backside so hard that the kid's entire body jerked beneath him. Marvin pulled Chris' head up off the floor by grabbing a heaping fistful of his stringy hair. He pulled it back until his face was along side his own, then started biting him on his ear and neck like a Pitbull. Chris started to come around slowly, his asshole being fucked into anal mush as Marvin's dick pulverized what was left of his sphincter muscles. Marvin pounded Chris for 15 solid minutes before he dumped his thick load into the well fucked ass. Chris felt the big 250 lbs muscle man push all the way in and ground his cock home when he came, the big thick tree trunk like cock pulsed and jerked inside him as it poured a gut load of heavy cream into him like warm piss. When Marvin finally pulled out, Genuwine got down on top of him and pushed in.
"Awww fuck man..., his ass feels like fucking warmed over jello now!" he complained, thrusting in and out of the dank hole easily.
"Stop complaining and get yur nutt!" laughed Marvin, mugging Genuwine in the back of the head while he fucked. "Nigga oughta be glad we let you in on this piece of ass in the first place, you pretty mother fucker!"
Genuwine said nothing as he continued to push in and out. His dick barely felt the anal walls caressing along the sides of his dick as he plunged back and forth. The cum inside the kids ass lubed the anal track well, making fucking extremely slick and slippery. Genuwine bottomed out in Chris' ass with every inward stroke, feeling his balls bang up against Chris's as semen seeped from the dilated anal lips like thick honey from a jar.
"Bitch got good ass!" said Duke, recalling how well Chris took him while he watched Genuwine get his. The black man's ass looked good humping up and down as he fucked in and out.
"Most def! Would'n mind tagging that honkey hole again sometime!" agreed Marvin. "Shame we gonna kill his dumb ass after we finish fucking it!"
"We might not have to..." said Duke, devising a plan in his head.
Genuwine came within 10 minutes of fucking, adding his cum load to Marvin's and Duke's. He pulled out as Wyome stripped himself naked.
"What the fuck'r you doing, man?" laughed Marvin, as Wyome pulled off all of his clothes.
"I like fucking naked!" stated Wy, rolling Chris deliriously over onto his back. He grabbed him by the ankles, and pushed his legs up until he had his knees pressed up against his chest. Chris looked up at his assailant through teary eyes as Wyome aimed his dick, and sank himself inside in one quick thrust. "This how I like to fuck pussy!" he said, humping hard. Chris grunted softly with each thrust as his ass was fucked like a female. Instantly his mind rewind back to Snyder' Drive, the place he lived as a male prostitute. He recalled how he was fucked repeated by drug dealers and paying john's who used his ass as a cum dump. Back then Chris was high on drugs and didn't really care what happened to him so long as he got more drugs. But now he was sober, getting fucked on the hardwood floor of some prison's indoor rec room.
Wyome was a slim guy, with wild crazy eyes which made him very unpredictable. With a quick temper and a high strung energy, he was always on the edge, and it showed in his fucking as well. He fucked Chris with an urgency unlike the others. He pounded Chris as if he had somewhere else to be at that moment, like he didn't have long to screw. Chris felt his dick slamming deep into his bowels with every thrust, knowing it would be the last time another man would fuck him.
Chris' dick lay hard against his stomach while Wyome fucked him. Wyome had Chris' legs up on his shoulders, with his hands on the floor on either side of Chris' head while his hips beat a steady drum into his upturned ass. Chris moaned and grunted with pain and pleasure while his ass was fucked hard. He'd gotten so used to taking dick from Tempest's men that his body instantly reacted to it now.
He looked around at the other men that had already fucked and dumped in him. They were all fully dressed as they watched him get fucked by the forth. They watched Wyome's ass hump up and down as he drove his dick through the cum slick ring before him. Marvin slapped Wy on the ass, telling him how tempting his butt was. Wyome told Marvin to stop looking at his ass as he drove his dick all the way into Chris' cummy bowels, and came. Chris felt the dick push bone deep, then felt the warm gush of fluids enter his bowels. At that same moment, he came all over himself, pulsing cum all over his chest and stomach as Wyome busted inside of him.
"Fucking white-boi pussy's like Don Pigeon on my dick!" laughed Wy, as he finished cumming and pulled free.
"Bois definitely a dick lover!" stated Duke, thoughtfully.
"So we gonna ace this mother fucker now, or what?" asked Genuwine, anxious to get it over with.
"Change of plans..." said Duke. "...we gonna keep this bitch, rent him out to our boiz like I'm doing that pussy --Nikia (in chapter-7). Ain't no reason why this punk can't make me some more money..., his pussy's as good as anyone else's!"
"Hear that, bitch? You're gonna be getting a lot more black dick in you! Like that idea?" asked Marvin, gripping his dick bulge as he followed his crew back out the door in which they came, laughing and joking as if just leaving a party.
Chris just lay there on the floor, cum dripping from his anus heavily as he tried to regain his strength. After a few minutes, he got himself up off the floor, then searched for the rags of his prison uniform. He walked back into his cell block half naked, the clothes barely covering his bare behind. Snake poked Sarge and Hammer in the ribs while they sat at the table playing cards. They all looked up at Chris with bewildered looks as he walked by them towards his cell, obviously beaten and fucked over.
"They didn't kill him...!" said Snake, not believing his eyes.
"What happened to you, son?" asked Bruce Gardner, as Chris walked by him without even acknowledging him. He entered his cell, then flopped down on his bed bunk. Across from him he could see another inmate on top of former officer Joseph Justine, fucking him face down on his own bed while he lay fucked up on coke. Chris wondered where he could score some Sextasy to make the memory of prison life go away?