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/17 DECEPTIONS
Pt-1
52 year old Warden Dennis Ellis came into work to find 2 more inmates seated outside his officer door, vying for the open position of `Warden's assistant' (a job opened after the recent parole of the Warden's last inmate assistant -Rocky Peterson). For the past few days, inmates who have been considered "Dean's list" candidates (model inmates) were called and scheduled appointments to bid for the title. So far there were 16 model inmates who interviewed, a few got as far as "the final stage", to see if their "assistant" qualification were up to par. Of that few, none thus far had past the most critical test, sucking the Warden's dick to utter perfection.
Today's applicants were a 33 year old slightly overweight white father of 2 named Paul Jacob, whom was convicted of manslaughter when his vehicle "accidentally" plowed into a group of school students crossing the street from school. His blood alcohol levels were off the chart, and he was sentenced to 5 years for each kid's death he caused. The Warden dismissed him as a potential assistant when he learned that the man was a devout Christian who was on a new path to finding Jesus.
The second applicant was Davis Wood (scene-3 of chap-1), a 34 yr old married blk man with two children. He enters Ellis officer, shaking the married man's hand while taking a seat in front of him. Ellis reviews Wood's prison record. He is a model inmate, with no infractions, no gang relations, and no record of drugs. His wife visits once a month with her children, and their encounters are always clean and without incident. Ellis questions him on various points of prison life, asking Wood if he'd ever been approached by an inmate in sexual aggression, and if he'd ever sucked a dick? Wood thought the questions were odd, but answered that he was respected by the inmates, and was never "punked" in any way. Ellis thought Wood lacked the qualities he needed for filling his job as assistant, but asked if the inmate objected to giving blow jobs as a required question.
"If that were part of my assignment as assistant..., I would have no problem performing the duty." answered Wood, causing Ellis' dick to rise.
"I see..." said Ellis, leaning back in his comfortable seat. "Could I get a demonstration of your abilities?"
"Sure..." said Ellis, getting up from his seat.
He walked around the desk to where Ellis sat. The big man pushed back from behind his desk, and began to open his pants. Wood got down on his knees between the Warden's legs and waited as the 240 lbs hefty head of the prison pulled his fat dick from his open boxers.
Wood leaned forward and captured Ellis' dick between his lips. The Warden sat back and watched as the masculine, muscular, married man began to blow him, bobbing his head as the dick grow fatter and thicker by the second. Ellis didn't expect much from Wood, thinking his masculinity would have kept him from having a lot of dick experience with the inmates. The "punks, pussies, and pansies" were the ones that got the most dick. Inmates often saw softer men as "girls" or weaklings, easily submissive and accessible. Wood was a stronger inmate, capable of defending himself properly, and garnering the respect and admiration of his fellow inmates as a man to be reckoned with.
Ellis found himself pleasantly surprised when Wood showed above average skill in sucking his dick. The married man of 2 bobbed his head up and down on his shaft, taking it much deeper than Ellis would have expected. He made sure to cover his teeth with his lips, and to generate lots of spit to make the fat smooth surface slick and slippery. He glided his lips along the shaft, using his tongue to lick the sensitive underbelly as he took the dick deeper and deeper. Ellis watched with bated breath as Wood went down further, taking the fat round duck head into his throat.
"awww fuck..." moaned Ellis, feeling Wood swallow his wood. "...you've got the job if you can swallow my load!" he informed, causing Wood to pull off his dick.
"No problem!" he gasped, looking up from between Ellis' spread legs. Ellis watched his fat 8 inch dick slide back into Wood's mouth, feeling the inmate increase his pace as he took Ellis deep into his throat on every forth or fifth stroke. Ellis reached up and loosened his tie, knowing it wouldn't be long before he shot his early morning load.
"Warden...? Inmate Bruce Gardner is here for his appointment, sir." announced the Warden's secretary over the intercom.
"Give me a moment to finish up with this inmate..., then send him in!" said Ellis, reaching across his desk to push a button.
"Yes, sir." answered the lady as Ellis went back to concentrating on his blow job.
Wood had his dick stiff standing and fully loaded. Ellis was impressed by the masculine inmate's abilities, watching his swallow his thick dick all the way down to the bloated balls. Wood felt the dick pulse in his throat. The Warden's dick was different from his cellmate's (James Derekson's). Derekson's dick was about 7 full inches, and slightly thinner than Ellis'. Wood always thought Derekson's dick was the perfect fit for his mouth, and learned to deep throat him only after plenty of practice. In fact, he enjoyed taking Derekson's dick into his throat, bring his cellmate off somewhere down his gullet. He loved the way his dick pulsed, then spit load after thick creamy load of thick hot white cum down into his belly, (though he would never admit it).
Ellis' dick was a bit bigger and thicker than Derekson's, giving Wood a challenge at first. But once the married man relaxed his throat and got into performing his job well, he felt the dick sliding down into his throat just as effortlessly as his cellmate's.
"That's it, convict..., suck that dick! You gonna eat my load, inmate? You want to swallow my snot?"
Wood moaned his approval, sensing Ellis was close already. The dick throbbed and pulsed every time he swallowed it whole. He bobbed his head faster, feeling it swell, then shot off in his mouth like a cannon. "Awwww yeeeaaahhh, convict! Eat that load!" groaned the Warden, cumming hard.
Wood choked on the first spurt as it rocketed into the back of his mouth. But then he quickly swallowed the spurting dick as it emptied the rest of the Warden's thick juice straight down into his belly. Wood's own dick was now hard between his legs, traped painfully in his prison pants.
He finished up swallowing the Warden's cum, and cleaning off his dick with his mouth. He pulled back as the dick slowly shrank down to normal size. Ellis tusked his dying man-piece back into his pants and zipped up as Wood rose to his feet and returned to his seat. He waited while the Warden re-adjusted himself, then congratulated Wood on becoming his newest assistant. "My secretary will fill you in on what other meaningless duties you can perform while you wait between blow jobs. I may require to see you again after lunch. Don't be late!" he said, showing Wood to the door. Gardner entered the moment Wood left.
"Warden, we need to talk!" said Gardner, urgently.
Pt-2
In the "Ricanville" (the puretorican block of the prison) everyone tires to live by the code of __ . Alex Sanchez is standing in the showers, allowing for the early morning spray of hot water to cleanse his dirty pasts. Over and over his mind keeps wandering back over his life, picking out all the wrong turns he made which bought him here to Piedmont Penitentiary. He holds his head under the water, then turns his back to the wall as he shakes the droplets from his eyes.
He notices 2 ricans staring at him from across the shower. He knows them, but doesn't know them well. One is Rusty Nunez, -a street hustler and con artist from the heart of NY, and the other is one of Raul's close allies Pablo Rivera, -convicted of drug deals and street crimes. Alex nods his head, but receive the cold shoulder from both men as they whisper among themselves.
Nervously Alex turns back into his shower spray to rinse off the soap he's generated. He notices that the showers have cleared of everyone but him and them, and decides now would be a goodtime to vacate the premises as well. But just as he had cleared his eyes, and was about to turn off his shower, he turned to find his space a little more crowded than usual.
"Alex, right?" asked Rusty, standing directly in front of him. "You be hanging around Raul's brother -David, all the time!" he said, eyeing him up and down –hard. "You two butt buddies or something?" he chuckled, looking over at Pablo. "You letting David Rodriguez fuck you up the ass?"
"I don't go THAT way!" denied Alex, trying to push pass.
"Bullshit!" responded Pablo. "Raul and Carlos' always setting up a rendezvous for you two..., standing guard at the cell door so nobody can see what you're doing behind the sheets!"
"And everyone knows what happens to inmates behind the sheets!" said Rusty, rising his eyebrows.
"Fuck you! I don't get down like that!" denied Alex, pushing pass once more. But this time the two men restrained him. Rusty shoved Alex in the chest, throwing him back against the shower wall before punching him solidly in the gut. Alex doubled over painfully, the wind knocked from his lungs. He was then roughly manhandled, spun around, and throw face first against the wall. Alex's face lay flat against the cold wet wall, as a bar of soap was ran up and down his ass crack, lathering up his asshole.
"I'm first!" said Rusty, using the soap to lube his dick as he stepped up and aimed his hardon up to Alex's hole.
"NOO...!!" protested Alex, welling the pressure against his anus.
"Fuck him good, man! Get him good and wet for me, next!" encouraged Pablo, eagerly. But before the two men could complete their assault, they were interrupted by Raul, who just happened to wander in for his morning shower. Everyone froze in place.
"YO..!" he said, walking in naked with a towel draped over his shoulder. "What's going on?"
"Hey...!" said Pablo, turning nervously to acknowledge Raul's presence.
"Sup Ra'...? said Rusty, holding his dick up to Alex's bunghole. "Was just about to get ourselves some pussy, man..., want in?"
Raul stood there for a moment, Alex thought he looked as if he were contemplating. After a second he was sure Raul would say `yeah', he wanted in.
"Alex's one of my homboiz..." said Raul calmly, coming closer. "...I thought I rendered him as untouchable?"
"uh..., I wasn't sure if that order still stood...?" said Pablo, obviously lying. Raul gave him a frown, prompting Pablo to apologize. "Sorry man..." he said, nervously.
"Fuck that..!" said Rusty disobediently, wanting some ass. "What makes this asshole so important? He's not even a `Rootboi'!" he exclaimed. Pablo backed up nervously, knowing Raul's temper.
Rusty stood silently for a second, suddenly realizing what he did, -disobeying Raul directly to his face. When Raul started towards him, he dropped his shrinking dick and backed away. "I...I...I'm sorry, Ra'...!" he said, too little to late.
Alex still stood with his face to the wall as Raul quickly walked up to Rusty Nunez and clocked 2 quick hits to the face and stomach. The moment was so fast that Alex barely saw him move. Rusty yelled in pain as he grabbed both stinging areas in defeat. He stumbled backwards, giving up quickly. "I'm sorry, Raul!" he repeated, more sincerely.
"Get the fuck up out of here!" ordered Raul, pointing his thumb back over his shoulder towards the exit. Pablo started quickly without looking back, followed by Rusty, still holding his stinging parts. Raul turned towards Alex... "You alright, buddy?" he asked, unfeigned.
"Ye...yeah..." said Alex timidly, pushing back off the wall. Raul reached out, touching him gently about the back and shoulder.
"You sure you okay? You look shaky..."
"I...am..." he stumbled, frightened of being so close to being raped. Raul placed his back against the wall...
"It's okay, man...they gone." he insured, cupping the back of his neck as he massaged it gently to ease his tension. He stepped in closer, inspecting his face up close. "Did they hurt you?" he asked softly, lifting Alex's face with his hands.
"N...n, no." responded Alex.
"You sure...?" asked Raul, looking into his eyes.
Alex froze with fright as Raul suddenly leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Alex didn't respond, but was somehow surprised at how tender Raul's actions were. His reputation on the street and in the prison as a ruthless murderer was totally opposite from this portrayal. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but managed to turn Alex's world upsidedown. "They won't touch you again..., if anyone does, call me."
"Okay." said Alex, stunned. Raul motioned for him to go. Alex grabbed his towel, and slowly (confusingly) head for the exit. He looked back at Raul as the man turned on his shower and started to lather up. Alex looked his body over, his small but hairy and muscular physique. His eyes wandered down to his cock and balls as Raul placed his head under the water to soak his head. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth to allow a mouthful of water to fill his oral cavity, before spitting it out against the wall. Then he looked over towards the exit, catching Alex looking back at him. He smiled, running his soapy hands over his flat 6pack, and down into his hairy groin as Alex disappeared around the corner.
Later after dressing and meeting up with his boiz at breakfast chow, he thanked Rusty and Pablo for following out his orders, and approaching Alex in the showers. When Rusty complained about the `love taps' Raul placed on his body, Raul laughed, telling him that "it had to look authentic!"
Pt-3
Life for poor inmate Joseph Justin (former cop turned convict) had taken a downward slope ever since as long as he could remember. As a child he was the youngest of 4 brothers. As the smallest of the siblings, he was constantly picked on and judged. His awkwardness grew into his teen years when he went to high school. He dated girls, but was always the skinniest of the group. After graduating, he decided to enter the Police Academy, figuring he would gain the strength and respect he'd always wanted as a kid.
The Academy was rough. But hard training and tough discipline gave Justine the body he wanted, and the strength he craved. His police badge, gun, and uniform gave him the title and respect he desire. He loved patrolling the neighborhoods he once lived in, and seeing the envious faces of men who taunted him as kids. Now HE had the ability to make their lives rough, to push them back, and give them hefty tickets and fines for revenge.
He met fellow officers Gardner, Whitmen (fucked to death by a gorilla in Precinct-23 #17), Cooper, and was assigned as partner to officer Blake. Blake was slightly older than Justine, but had a lot more street knowledge and experience as an officer. The two became buddies quickly. Blake inducted Justine into the ranks with Gardner and his friends, going out for beers after duty and scoring chicks for sex. Whitmen and Gardner (also known as the Terminator on the streets) knew a lot about where to go to get free pussy from female cop groupies. Justine had never been laid as often as he was when he became a police officer, women seemed to flock to their uniforms, offering everything from sex to marriage.
Gardner introduced Justine into their inner circle, by showing him the ropes. Gardner and his crew made lots of extra cash by shaking down drug dealers for their loot, and ripping off prostitutes. They also used drugs on occasion, and wasn't about planting evidence for unjustifiable shooting and accidental murders they incurred. Up until meeting Gardner and the guys, Justine had never did drugs for fucked hookers. But the older officers made it seem hip, claiming they all did it. Soon, Justine was sucked into it, doing as told by the other officers without thought or protest. He followed their every word, shooting suspects, planting evidence, stealing money and drugs, having sex on duty, and covering the backs of his friends. But all of that seemed to quickly crumble once officer Jake Valentine came onto the scene (chap-2 of Precinct-23).
Justine couldn't believe how his so-called "friends" had suddenly turned against him, setting him up and throwing him to the wolves just to save their own skins (chaps-2 & 3 of The Hole-3). The Aryans fucked him over and over, keeping him high on drugs and full of cum. He was nothing but a hole to them, a deep ditch in which to plant their thick roots and heavy seeds. They usually fucked him in succession, propping his body face down on his designating fuck bed, and fuck him one after the other for hours while feeing his nose and veins heavy doses of drugs.
Jo Justine usually never knew if he were coming or going. Someone was always with him, carrying him to the showers and leading him into the prison cafeteria for food. He was often too drugged to eat. He slept mostly, with the occasional awakening between drug feedings where his mind was a tad more conscious. His was always naked in his cell block, only wearing his prison clothes for outer excursions. The Aryans didn't share their `prison pussy' with the other inmates, not wanting to "taint" their lily white pure bred with minority cum. They'd already lost one potential prison pussy to the black inmates (pt-3 of chap-10), rendering Chris Gardner "tainted meat" to them. By tradition Chris is not only to be shunned by the prison's white population for being the black men's whore, but he was scheduled to be executed for allowing himself to be defiled. Had it not been for his father's influence with the Warden (moving Chris to the black population), Chris would most certainly be dead by now.
Justine was lying face down on his cell bed, his head trapped between the hands of some Aryan as he fucked deeply into his face and throat. Justine was barely aware of his face pounding and heavy drool, when the Aryan shoved his dick in balls deep and came hard down his throat. Justine didn't even have to swallow, as the heavy dose of sperm easily poured down the inside of his throat and coated his stomach. After cumming, the Aryan then pulled out and dropped Justine's head like a ball. Justine's head hung low over the bed rail as drool and excesses of semen pooled from his mouth like thick sauce. He felt heavy like led, his head aching in a fog of haze as he lay there feeling numb. As one inmate left, another one came, opting to fuck his available ass.
Justine was barely conscious of the man as he pulled out his cock, and laid on top of him. He aimed his dick up to the cum filled hole, and plunged it without prep or mercy. His cock bore into the gaped hole full speed, ramming all the way in up to his balls. Justine was hardly aware of the in and out pumping of his stretched hole. The inmate fucked him hard and deep, setting up a steady pace with a variation of short and deep strokes. The access cum dripping consistently from his anus coated the cock in a thick film, making fucking absolutely easy. "This hole's done!" complained the man, unable to feel Justine's anal walls any longer.
"Stop complaining and enjoy the ride!" said Snake, sitting on the side watching the inmates fuck the ex-cop repeatedly. He got some odd fetish from watching Justine get plugged routinely as top after top (and a few Aryan bottoms) rode the high officer's ass to climax a myriad of times.
"I would enjoy it, if I could fucking feel it!" continued the top, thrusting nonstop. "This hole's so fucking big, I could put my fist through it! It's ridiculous!"
Snake's mind clicked with an idea after hearing the top's complaints. Surely Justine's asshole was big enough to be fisted, he barely reacted to a dick in his ass. He'd even been double fucked on occasion by he and Hammer, both men shooting their hot loads up his ass simultaneously.
The top fucked Justine's hole for 5 more minutes, before dumping his wad inside him, and pulling out in completely disgust. "You need to clean this bitch's ass..., it's backed up something awful!" he whined, wiping the masses of excess cum from his dripping cock and balls with a wet towel before leaving.
Snake got up off his ass and walked over to Justine's bed to examine his ass. Justine really didn't have much of an ass (even for a white guy), it was flat and pale white, but the lack of sufficient butt cheeks meant his asshole lay vulnerable and visible without having to spread the cheeks too much. Indeed Snake could see the glossy red swollen anus, pouting oodles and oodles of clear slime from his sore lips. His balls and bed were soaked with the run-off of semen. 40 men had fucked the ex-cop thus far this morning before lunch, with another 12 hours or so to go before `lights out'.
Snake bent down behind Justine, and pushed a finger into his gushing cumhole. The finger entered without touching his anal lips. Warm cum quickly coated Snake's finger. He pulled out and added three more, pressing four fingers up into the swollen cave. Justine made no move as half of Snake's hand disappeared up his backside. Snake tucked his thumb into his palm, then wedged the rest of his hand inside. His knuckles slipped in, followed by his wrist. Once inside he mad a fist, feeling the warm gush of cum surround his entire fist.
"uhh..." stirred Justine, finally feeling something. He was completely unaware he had a fist inside him. Snake twisted his hand inside the anal cavity, then pulled it back out. The red hole turned insideout as the wrist and thick fist slowly exited. Snake's hand reemerged from the cumhole, completely coated in Aryan spunk.
"What you up to?" asked Hammer, walking into the cell. "Geez, man...! You're gonna ruin it!" he yelled, watching Snake shove his hand back inside.
"Pussy's already ruined..." said Snake, feeling the hole gap around his fist and wrist. "...I'm just taking it to the next level, man!"
"Well..., I cam in to get some ass before lunch, but looks like I'll have to settle for some head instead!" said Hammer, walking around to Justine's head.
He unzipped his prison pants, and hefted out his heavy cock. Grabbing a fistful of Justine's head, he pulled it up until it was aligned with his cock. Justine's mouth hung open with drool, as Hammer aimed the head, and sank it inside. "Suck this cock, pig-bitch!" he ordered, ramming forth.
Justine's mind was in a complete fog, he felt like a surfer being pummeled under heavy wave after wave of water in a rain storm at the ocean's shore. He didn't know which way was up, and he felt like he was drowning and suffocating all at once. He breathed in deeply for air, which was quickly cut off when Hammer's cock pressed through his throat ring and squeezed down into his open throat. "Yeeeaahhh baby..., that's it! That's how you suck daddy's dick!" cooed Hammer, pressing his pelvis against Justine's nose. Justine barely gagged as cock had become second nature to him. His throat muscles surrounded the thick white cock as Hammer started to thrust and pump his hips. It moved back and forth in his throat, fucking it thoroughly while Snake continued to fist ram his gaping asshole.
"You fuckers'r too much!" laughed Luke, walking in while rubbing his crotch. "Turning the pig into a piñata I see!"
"Fucker deserves worse!" said Snake, pulling his hand out. "Nothing worse than a fucking cop!" he added, punching his fist back inside the gaping hole.
"Damn!" responded Luke, watching the fist pummel back inside with a wet sucking sound.
"A fucking nigger cop is worse, dude!" said Hammer, holding Justine's head steady while he punch fucked his thick 9 inch Aryan cock deep down into the ex-cop's throat with every plunge. "I'd fucking LOVE to tag one, though..., make him choke on my cock!"
"I have!" said Snake, pulling out and punching his fist in again. "I was stopped by a nigger cop one night with a buddy of mine after he'd been drinking at some ole tavern someplace. He pulled out pick up off to the shoulder of some lone highway in the middle of the night, and tried to give us a sobriety test!" recalled Snake, prompting Luke to pull out his hardon. Hammer listened intensely as he fucked at Justine's mouth and throat with his horse cock. "My buddy Axe was the one that hit the cop first, punching him square in the jaw after he claimed we failed the test and would have to go to jail for driving drunk. While they tussled on the side of the road, I leaped in and started fucking him up as well. We got his gun and his radio so he couldn't call for backup, and then handcuffed his hands behind his back! Axe was read to shoot the dumb fuck right then and there, but after fighting, my cock was hard for some action, so I suggested we make the nigger-pig eat our dicks if he wanted to stay alive!"
"Hot damn man! Did you fuck his face good? Did you spray his black face with cum?" asked Luke, stroking hard.
"We tossed him in the back of our pickup, and drove him a few hundred feet into a desolate area where we could have some fun!" continued Snake, punching his fist further and further up Justine's canal. "He was crying and begging for his life, claiming he had a wife and kids that needed his support! We told him we didn't give a damn about his coon kids, and that he was luck that we didn't call up our road buddies and go over to his house and butt fuck his entire family! With that threat looming in the air, he was willing to do anything we asked! I made him suck our cocks and eat our asses! We pissed on him, spit in his mouth, and made him eat cum! Then Axe bent him over and butt fucked his big black ass right there in the truck! The cop screamed and cried as Axe fucked him extra hard and long before dumping a big load up that juicy ass! Then he made the nigger suck his cock clean of all the shit it coated from his ass while took my turn! You could tell he was a virgin just by tight he was! Fucking tightest hole I ever been in! I dumped off in him, then made him suck my dick clean too! We left the dumb fucker out in the middle of nowhere with his pants around his ankles, our cum loads dripping from his shitty bloody fuck hole, and piss and cum splattered all over his face and uniform!" laughed Snake, recalling vividly.
"Damn..., what happened to the cop?" asked Luke, visualizing the whole scene.
"Who the fuck knows? I assume he fucking found it a religious experience and became a devout cock sucker! Who cares?" said Snake, shoving his arm midway up Justine's ass. For the first time Justine seemed aware something was in his butt as his eyes started to flicker and he moaned in pain.
"Hot fucking story, man! I'd LOVE to fuck a black pig up the ass and leave my Aryan babies swimming around inside him!" said Hammer, fucking Justine's mouth harder. He gripped his hair tighter, yanking hard on his head as he fed him inch aft thick white inch of cock. "I could just picture his big black ass spread wide and dripping you cum loads! Remember what we did to that black thug T-Bo?" laughed Hammer.
"Oh yeah...! Sweet!" said Snake. "We have to bring him back for repeats!"
"Gonna be hard to do, with Sarge marking him for death!" said Luke (referring to events in chap-15 pt-6).
"Then we just have to find another nigger to take his place! Shouldn't be hard, the prison's crawling with them!" said Hammer, feeling his cock thicken in Justine's throat. "We'd better Arrange something soon, I need some nigger cunt on my dick!" he said, shoving his cock deep into Justine's throat. "Open up pig..., he it cums!!" he warned.
Justine had no idea what was going on as Hammer's big cock parked itself down inside his esophagus, then started pumping out spray after spray of thick rich delicious cum straight down into his full belly. The thick liquid flowed effortlessly as it poured out and puddle with the rest of the goo left behind by his Aryan brethren. "Fucking aye, man!" he added, just as his cum dissipated.
Meanwhile Snake was busy busting Justine's intestines with his fist. He yanked his arm from the extremely stretched oval ring, and ripped his hardened 8 and 1/2 inch cock from his pants. He stared down at the gaping "O" still dripping masses of semen, then plunged in and started fucking. Justine's anus felt nothing of course, as he slowly fell inward and collapsed in on Snake's thrusting tool. Luckily Snake was over heated by the fisting, and came off fairly quickly. He yelled out triumphantly as he refilled Justine's hole with a fresh batch of sauce. Luck walked over and stroked his cock profusely at the sight of his 2 bud's climaxing inside the former officer. Snake pulled out then pulled apart Justine's tiny butt cheeks to stretch the hole, make a huge round target for Luke to shoot in. Luke stroked his 6 inch cock, then aimed it down at Justine's hole and came. 6 spurts of creamy cock seed spit from his dick, streaking directly into Justine's cunt to wax and lube the sore swollen insides. "Fucking pig!" he called, losing his cum as he stroked himself off.
Both Hammer and Snake dropped Justine where he was, leaving his head and ass stinging from over usage. Justine moaned softly, a terrible ach emitting through his gut as his hole pushed out the new semen shot inside.
"Let's get some fucking lunch!" announced Snake, whipping his hands off on a wet towel. Just as the 3 Aryans left the cell, 2 more entered to use the ex-officer before lunch.
Pt-4
T-Bo had been keeping a low profile since returning from the infirmary a few days after his Aryan gang bang (back in chap-9). Word spread that he'd been attacked by a single Aryan, and raped while unconscious in a stairwell (to save face). Chris Gardner was set up as the fall guy by the Aryans (chap-10), and sent for execution by the Mandingos. But instead of killing him as planned, they decide to use him as prison pussy', causing the Aryan to rethink their strategy as they decided to kill Chris themselves for being tainted' by black cock. Bruce Gardner (Chris' dad) made a deal with the Warden to have his son moved to the Mandingo's cell block for security. He'd rather see his son fucked repeatedly by the black prison population and live, rather than be killed by Aryans.
T-Bo knew if word got out about his willingness to be an Aryan's bitch bottom (chap-6), that the Mandingos would turn on him as well, making him a total bitch with the likes of Chris Gardner and Nakia Dawson. T-Bo didn't think he could live in the prison population as a prison hoe, letting any man use his ass or mouth that wanted it. But he knew if he didn't continue to do what the Aryans asked, his secret would be revealed.
T-Bo was still thinking about the heavy pounding he got from the Aryan brotherhood, when he was approached by Duke.
"Sup man? You alright?" asked Duke, reading the painful expression on T's face as he recalled all the white cock pumping his ass.
"Naw man, I'm fine. Wussup?" asked T-Bo, playing it off cool.
"We got a package coming in before lights out tonight! I need you o pick it up for me in the prison rec room. Can you handle that?" asked Duke, worried that his boi might be slipping.
"I got it, Duke! I'm ON it!" assured T-Bo, ready to redeem himself.
Pt-5
Later that night as the prisoners start to wind down from another day of prison life, T-Bo finds his way into the rec room as ordered. The room is empty, as balls and equipment is put up and accounted for by staff members. T-Bo walks into the room, expecting a pick up from one of the many drug boiz Duke has running the prison as Mandingo Cartel leader.
He stands in the center of the room, checking the shadows for anything human, and finds 3 white (assumed to be Aryan) men standing off to the side smoking cigarettes.
"What's up?" he calls nervously, his anal rape fresh on his mind.
"Looking for a package?" ask one of the men, draped in shadowm only his silhouette and cigarette viable.
"Yeah! Where is it?" asked T-Bo, standing grounded where he's at.
"Ain't no package! This was a setup!" said the man, stepping into the light. "The Aryan's Sarge wanted you marked for death, and me to go down as your killer!" said Gardner, accompanied by his fellow former officers Cooper and Blake.
"Wh...why would he do that?" asked T-Bo, stepping back. "What did I do to him?"
"Nothing! He just wants to hang me up by my neck..." said Gardner, breathing in smoke. "..you're just the dumb nigger who got caught in the middle! But rest assured, Sarge is getting what's coming to him, shortly, as we speak." smiled Gardner, wickedly.
"You should be grateful, nigger! We saved your pathetic life!" said Cooper, angrily.
"What do you get out of saving me?" asked T-Bo, trying to figure out if any of this was true.
"That's OUR business!" said Gardner. "Not your concern!"
"You should be over here sucking our dicks in gratitude, asshole!" shouted Cooper, rubbing his crotch.
"Fuck you!" yelled T-Bo, feeling insulted.
"We could still tell your homboiz that the Aryans gang banged that sweet black ass of yours, nigger! Don't get too cocky!" reminded Cooper. T-Bo, fell silent as imagines of Duke, Marvin, Wyome, Killer-Pete, Genuwine, and a host of other black inmates (former hommies) all took turns on his turned out ass. The image caused his manhood to break down, as he slowly walked over to the white men, then got down on his knees.
"Hot damn!" called Cooper, fishing out his hardon and thrusting it full length into T-Bo's mouth.
Pt-6
Back at the Aryan's cell block, inmates were preparing for lights out, when they were suddenly invaded by a team of prison guards dressed in riot gear and weapons. "Out of your cells! Now!" they ordered, making every Aryan step out into the front of their cells. Once the block was secured, Warden Dennis Ellis appeared, doing a rear venture into the populace.
"Seth MacCatherty?" he called, causing Sarge to step forth. "Arrest him!" ordered Ellis, as uniformed guards rushed him and roughly handcuffed the 60 year old former drill sergeant from the American Army.
"What the fuck is this for? What's going on?" yelled Sarge, resisting as his arms were pinned behind his back and cuffed. Officers dragged him towards the Warden, over the screams and jeers of Aryans yelling in protest. "What the fuck am I being charged with?" asked Sarge, looking up at Ellis.
"Conspiracy to commit murder!" said Ellis. "I have it all on tape!" he smiled.
"What fucking tape? What conspiracy? You can't arrest me! Not with all the dirt I have on you!" yelled Sarge, struggling to get free. Warden Ellis smirked amusingly, treating Sarge with kid gloves.
"No one pays convicts any mind!" he said, unaffected by Sarge's threats. "Take him to solitary confinement, we'll book him officially in the morning!" ordered Ellis, turning to leave. Sarge was carried out of the cell block in protest. The rest of the riot officers left in single file, keeping watch that no Aryans attacked before they were all out safely.
"They fucking got Sarge! What're we gonna do now?" asked Hammer, looking lost.
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