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/21 UNWANTED FATES
Pt-1
32 yr old Muslim Amahd stood in front of Mandingos; Duke Daniels, and Marvin Rollins, asking Duke for the purchase of one of his popular prison whores; Nakia Dawson.
"Buy her out-right?" asked Duke, loosening his grip on Nakia's head. "She must've really put the WHAMMY on your ass, eh Muslim?" laughed Duke.
"We all know the bitch got skillz!" added Marvin, sitting naked on the side of the bed after just finishing fucked 18 yr old Christopher Gardner, Duke's other prison whore.
"You must have some serious Mack if you want to buy my most popular hoe!" assumed Duke. Nakia lifted his head from Duke's lap, turning his head to see Amahd standing in the prison cell. Suddenly Nakia felt ashamed, feeling completely exposed. "What you offering?"
"What's your price?" asked Amahd.
"For a human life...?" asked Duke, looking towards Marvin for guidance. Marvin hunched his shoulders unknowingly. "What you got?" asked Duke, looking back at Amahd.
Amahd reached down into his sock, pulling out his prison's life's savings. It was a hunk if cash, rolled up with a rubber-band. Amahd tossed it to Duke, whom grabbed it out of mid-air. He popped the band, then counted the money.
"This it?" he asked, almost jokingly.
"What more do I need?" asked Amahd, seriously.
Duke thought for a minute, looking down at Nakia, then back up at Amahd.
"Word is you used to gang bang on the street?" asked Duke.
"Yeah. I used to run numbers down on 5th and Diamond when I was younger..., before drug running for Samson and his crew in Norfphilly." explained Amahd.
"You were convicted for doing a drive-by?" recalled Duke. "Was that drug related?"
"Yeah." admitted Amahd, hating to have to rehash his sorted past in front of Nakia..
"I gotta proposition for you, Amahd..." decided Duke, sitting up in his Lazyboy recliner. "How bout a fair trade? You..., for Nakia."
Amahd looked confused, thinking Duke meant to turn HIM into a female impersonator like Nakia. "I want YOU on my payroll, working as one of MY boiz..., in exchange for her!" added Duke, pushing Nakia to the floor. She fell backwards on her bare ass, feeling like used meat. Amahd thought it over. Joining Duke's crew would mean leaving the Muslims..., although they disowning him anyway, once they discover he had taken Nakia as his girl.
"Okay." agreed Amahd, taking the deal.
"You heard the man, bitch! Go!" ordered Duke, sending Nakia on her away. Nakia got up off the floor, as Amahd cradled him in his arms. "Oh..., and leave the clothes." added Duke, nonchalantly. "I'm gonna need them for the next bitch I train."
Nakia pulled off the mini-skirt, bra, and high heels Duke made him wear, and left them in a pile on the floor.
"What's she supposed to wear back to my cell?" asked Amahd, concerned of having her exposed to the other inmates.
"Not my problem." said Duke, vehemently. "Here..." he added, tossing Amahd back his money. "...why don't you use this to buy her something to wear?" laughed Duke. Amahd simply draped his arm around her, and escorted her back to his cell.
"Why'd you do that?" asked Marvin Rollins, still sitting on the bed naked.
"Do what?" asked Duke, mauling over his decision.
"Trade the whore for Amahd? What's HE supposed to do?"
"Whatever I tell him!" said Duke, smiling devilishly. "We have an entire prison of inmates to turn into pussy-whores, starting with that cellmate of yours you're always fucking..., what's his name again?"
"Emmett!" answered Marvin (referring to Emmett Greene, from chap-1).
"Right." agreed Duke. "Or that prison guard we fucked a few weeks ago! We could always pull him into out harem..., just think of all the inmates that'll be willing to pay top dollar to fuck a guard?"
Marvin said nothing, as he thought of Malik getting fucked by a bunch of inmates. He certainly wasn't too crazy about the idea, as he turned towards Chris Gardner (whom had been lying on the bed behind Marvin, half conscious on drugs). Marvin grabbed Chris's ankles, flipping him over onto his stomach as he spread his pale white legs. Duke watched with amusement as Marvin maneuvered himself between Chris's legs, aimed his thick 10 inch rock hard erection up between his cum slimy ass cheeks and pushed in.
"Take that dick, bitch!" he said, pushing all other thought from his head.
Pt-2
Alex Sanchez sat down on the edge of his bed, trying hard to ignore the painful ache in his bottom. He'd just been fucked by his new boyfriend; Raul Rodriguez (one of the Rootboiz [puertorican population] prison Cartel).
Alex knew he would get fucked by Raul eventually. After all, Alex had been fucking Raul's gay brother (David) back when he was dating him. He knew Raul had been gentle with him for the most part, but the pain was still excruciating. Alex didn't know how David could confess to enjoying something like that on a regular basis.
Just then, as if on que...
"Alex...?" called David, stepping into Alex's cell, which he shared with the asian inmate Phu Bui. "...can I talk to you?"
"David..., now really ain't a good time..." denied Alex, not in the mood for David's stress right now.
"I've been wanting to catch you alone for sometime now.., but you always seem to be busy.., or around Raul..." said David, stepping further into the cell.
"Dave..., we said all we had to say already..." said Alex, trying to spear himself.
"I know..., I just wanted you to know that I still LOVE you! And that I'm really, really sorry for what I did!" explained David, hoping this time would do the trick.
"I understand, David. And I accept your apology." offered Alex, trying to hide the discomfort from his face.
"Then WHY can't we get together again?" asked David, nearly pleading. "I promise I won't fuck with ANYONE in here anymore! I know I was wrong! It won't happen again! Can't we just start over?"
"I'm sorry, David..., it's too late for that." said Alex, getting up from the bed. David noticed the discomfort of his moment.
"Why?" asked David, following close behind. "Did you find someone else to suck your dick?"
"David..." sighed Alex, insulted.
"Then why, then? Just give me one good reason!"
"I can't trust you!" explained Alex, harshly. "You fucked around on me twice! Whose to say it won't happen again?"
"I DO!!" yelled David, frustrated. "What can I do to make you see I mean business?"
"Nothing, David..., just leave me alone." sighed Alex, walking out of his own cell.
"I could get Raul to MAKE you take me back!" shouted David, shoving pass Alex en-route to find his big brother and protector.
Pt-3
Cat-calls fill the air as Amahd walk a naked Nakia through the halls of the prison, back to his own cell block. "We're almost home, baby..., don't worry about them assholes!" he whispered, holding her head into his armpit as they walked. When they reached Amahd's prison cell, they found that they weren't alone when they saw several members of the Muslim faith standing around in a huddle.
"What's going on here, fellas?" asked Amahd, looking around at his brethren.
"What's going on with YOU, brutha?" asked Rashad, seeing Amahd's arm wrapped around the naked hooker. "Brother Jamal tells us you've forsaken your duties to spend time with this...this..."
"This what?" asked Amahd defiantly, holding Nakia closer to him.
"Would you LOOK at what you're doing, Amahd? That's NOT a woman you're holding..., it's a MAN! A man with a PENIS!" described Rashad.
"I know exactly what Nakia is!" said Amahd, escorting her through the small group of concerned black men. He grabbed one of his prison shirts from a shelf in the wall, and handed it to her to put on.
"Then HOW can you be with him?" asked Rashad. "You know the Quran looks down on any such relationships between men, Amahd! It's the FIRST thing they teach you in the religion!" he reminded. "You won't be able to be Muslim for long if you keep turning your back on the scriptures!"
"I'd got news for you then..." said Amahd, picking up his Quran off his cell desk. "I'm NOT Muslim, anymore!" he added, handing it to his former brutha.
"Wait Amahd..., think this over before you let your emotions take control!" insisted Kaseem, surprised by Amahd's actions.
"I did think it over!" informed Amahd, wrapping his arm around Nakia's waist protectively. "I just traded myself to Duke for Nakia's freedom! So as of here and now..., I no longer hold any ties to the Muslim faith! So if you please, gentlemen..., leave my cell, before I'm forced to throw you out!"
The Muslims all looked at each other in disbelief, then filed out of Amahd's cell one by one. Jamal (Amahd's current cellmate) stopped just short of the door...
"I think you're making a big mistake, Amahd."
"That's MY decision to make." said Amahd, emotionless.
"At least tell me that you were lying about bruthas Muhammad and Abdul?" asked Jamal. Amahd said nothing as he just simply stared him in the eye. Jamal got the jest, as he turned and left.
Pt-4
Bruce Gardner stands at the door of his cell, looking out onto the Aryan block. He can tell by the low mummers and the sideways glances, that his proposal (last chap) was being seriously considered by the members. He could sense through the vibrations in the air, that the balance of power was about to shift in his favor. It felt good being in charge again!
"Why don't you relax, Bruce?" suggested Donald Blake, playing cards with their third cellmate and fellow former police officer Alan Cooper. "Come on over here and get in on this game! I'm beating the pants off this guy!"
"Whatever! Or at least go down to Jo's cell and get a blow job!" added Cooper, winning his third hand in a row. "With all the drugs those dick heads are pumping into him, his throat is like a bottomless pit! Shit..., if I knew he'd be giving head this good, I'd have gotten him hooked on drugs years ago!"
"You're a fucking pig, Alan!" scorned Blake, throwing in his cards. "Jo was a friend of ours..., you don't treat him any better than the other convicts who fuck him over!"
"He still is our friend!" argued Cooper, shuffling the deck. "It's nothing personal! Its dog eat dog in this hell hole! It was either him or us! And WE ALL chose HIM!" Blake said nothing, knowing he did nothing to stop Justine's descension. "Yo Bruce..., school this rookie! Tell him what's what man!"
Gardner stood at the door of his cell, peering out into the block with eagle eye focus. He saw his most closest rivals (Snake & Hammer) staring at him from across the block, keeping an eye on him and his crew like hawks. No doubt they feared him, sensing the shift of power as well.
"Blake's right, Alan..." said Gardner, looking back into the cell at his buddies. "...you are a pig!"
"What? Why?" asked Cooper, throwing down the cards in protest.
"Justine was one of us! We turned on him..., the least you could've done was refrained from using him like some crack slut!" suggested Gardner.
"What...?" chuckled Cooper, doubting his hearing. "How is my butt fucking Justine, any different from YOU butt fucking Valentine in the basement of that crack house we set him up in?" challenged Alan (referring to events which happened between Gardner and his former partner Jake Valentine in Precinct-23 #8).
"The difference is..." snarled Gardner through grit teeth. "...Jake was never really one of us! Justine was! He deserves a little respect!"
"Okay man..." conceded Cooper, seeing Gardner's destine for the mere mention of Valentine's name. "...no need to have a baby!"
Just then, Gardner notices someone walking up to his prison cell. He readies himself for a confrontation (just incase).
"Sup..?" said Luke Murphy, one of Sarge's trusted followers. Gardner nods silently, looking cautious and suspicious. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Gardner looks back at his boys, then offer Luke passage into their cell. "Some of us've been thinking..." starts Luke, referring to other Aryan members. "...what you say tends to make a lot of sense! Snake and Hammer ain't no leaders..., and neither am I." admits Luke, painfully.
"So what you saying?" asked Blake from his seat, doubting Luke's sincerity. Luke looked around nervously.
"Look..., we're all willing to start following your lead one hundred percent..., IF you can do what you claim!" offered Luke.
"I can. And more." said Gardner, confidently. "But what's in it for you?"
"All I ask is that you bring me in as one of your right hands!" asked Luke.
"He already has a right hand!" snapped Cooper, jumping up from his seat. "ME!"
"What guarantee do I have that you're on the up and up, and not trying to play me for a fool?" asked Gardner, ignoring Cooper's outburst.
Luke rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"I could let you in on a very little known secret." whispered Luke. Gardner leaned in, intrigued. "Sarge was working on a big prison escape before he got sent to The HOLE!"
"Escape?" snickered Gardner, knowing the chances were slim to none, especially after Tempest Williams' successful jump. "How? Has he been digging a tunnel from his jail cell for the past 30 years?" he joked, dismissing the idea.
"Close!" countered Luke. "Word is that there are secret tunnels built underground for emergency evacuations, leading out into Valley Forge Park. Most of them were sealed off long ago, but Sarge was supposed to have known the correct passage to freedom! He was talking about taking some of us with him..., then he got busted!"
"Where are these tunnels? Do you know which one he was planning to use?" asked Gardner.
"Sarge took that info with him!" said Luke regrettably. Gardner thought it smart that Sarge trusted no one with the secret, as it insures that he stays alive. At least until they reach open air.
"Is there anyway of finding out which corridors he was planning to use? Is there a map or a diary somewhere that we don't know about?" questioned Gardner, eager to learn more about this escape plan.
"A diary? Sarge??" snickered Luke. "I don't know anything about any diary..., as far as I know, Sarge has it all implanted in his brain! But I know Snake and Hammer's been keeping contact with him, sending him messages in his meals. We have a guy working the kitchen, he places notes in Sarge's food before serving."
"So Sarge is aware of everything going on up here?" asked Gardner, suspiciously.
"Definitely. He's been giving them advice on how to re-take control over the block! Sarge sends back messages on the flipside of the note, sticking it to the bottom of his plate. The guy washing dishes passes it onto Snake, who shares it with Hammer."
"I see..." said Gardner, knowing he'd have to work fast to intercept the next message.
"So..., does that prove I'm on your side?" asked Luke, anxiously.
"You did good, Luke..., I'll remember this later." acknowledged Gardner, patting Luke on the back as he herd him towards the cell door. "Let me talk to my men..., I'll contact you later when we decide what we're gonna do."
"Cool." said Luke, leaving satisfied.
Gardner turned towards his boys.
"You think he's on the up and up about those tunnels?" asked Blake, abandoning his card game.
"Only one way to find out..." said Gardner, looking at Cooper. "...we have to pay ole Sarge an impromptu visit!"
Pt-5
Alex Sanchez lay back on his bunk, thinking of his life and all the bad shit he must have done to end up being some man's bitch in prison. His ass was still a little sore after the fucking Raul had given him earlier in the day. He knew Ra' could have treated him worse, but wanted to spare Alex any real pain as he really wanted him to get into getting fucked (as if that would happen).
Alex was resting in his bunk when his cellmate (Vietnamese born Phi Bui) walked into the cell. Neither man spoke, as they never really got to know each other due to their cultural differences. Alex mostly kept to his side of the cell, while Phi Bui kept mostly to himself. Alex knew by the occasional foreign outburst and angry acts like ripping up letters and throwing books across the room, that Phi had anger issues. He kept his distance, not knowing the wild man well. Phi Bui had a habit of sucking his teeth at Alex, as if he didn't like or approve of the 20 year old puertorican. Alex usually ignored it, thinking himself "bigger" than to take the bait. So long as Phi kept his thoughts to himself, Alex didn't care what he thought. Today however, things would be quite different.
Phi walked into their cell, stopping in the doorway as he looked over in Alex's direction. Their eyes met for a moment, before Phi sucked his teeth at him and walked on. Alex felt annoyed, but decided not to react. He had more issues on his mind than Phi Bui's ignorant teeth habits.
Phi wandered around his side of the cell, visibly anxious as he slammed around his items in anger. Alex watched as Phi rubbed his crotch, toying with an obvious hardon as he contemplated something in his brain. A few seconds later, Phi was en-route to Alex's side of the cell, unzipping his pants.
"What the fuck do you want?" asked Alex, sitting up cautiously in bed.
"You faggot, right?" asked Phi, pulling out his uncut cock.
"Fuck no!" yelled Alex, jumping out of bed defensively.
"Don't lie! I saw you sucking Raul's dick!" recalled Phi (chap-19, pt-2). "And I know he fucked you up the ass today! So don't fucking lie to me!" yelled Phi, hitting Alex in the face unexpectedly. Alex fell backward in shock, holding his face as Phi jumped down on top of him.
Alex opened his eyes to see Phi Bui's 5 inch uncut cock coming close to his face. The boy wanted a blow job, and he wanted one bad. Alex fought to get him off of him, but Phi was wilder than Alex expected. He hit Alex with a flurry of punches he learned from being in street gangs in his neighborhood, knocking him senseless as he fell victim quickly. Phi managed to work his hardon into Alex's mouth, and began face fucking him right off. Phi pumped his hips, feeling the warm wetness of Alex's mouth. He went wild with fucking, hammering hard at Alex's throat with short fast thrusts. He wasn't long winded, and knew he would cum in a matter of minutes if he could keep up this frantic pace. He could feel his cock already starting to throb as he jammed Alex's mouth and throat with cock. He hated himself for not being able to hold off longer (as was his downfall with the ladies), but he just figured he's fuck Alex's face through two orgasms instead of one (after all he was a faggot cock sucker!). He was just on the verge of cumming, when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and yank him back.
David Rodriguez threw Phi Bui down to the ground as he yanked his cock from his mouth. Phi hit the floor hard, the wind currently knocked from his lungs as he looked up to see his attacker.
"Get the fuck off of him!" yelled David, angrily. Phi Bui jumped to his feet with lightening speed, having had much fighting experience in fighting. But David was no slouch himself, having had just as much experience being raised by a gang banger (his father, Romero). He fought back just as viscously, getting in just as many hits as Phi as the two men fought for broke. David took the advantage when several members of his `Rootboiz' gang (Kit Nunez and Neko Valdez) ran in with aid. They grabbed Phi by his arms, leaving his face and torso exposed. David pounded away into Phi Bui's face, chest, and stomach, knocking the boy clueless as the fight quickly left him. They dropped him to the floor once he was no longer a threat.
"What's going on in here?" asked Raul, arriving late.
"Dunno..." said Neko, as Raul surveyed the situation. "...we heard all this yelling, and came in to find David and the chink banging it out!" Raul saw Phi Bui lying on the floor, then noticed his brother David attending to his boyfriend Alex on Alex's bed. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"What happened?" asked Raul, trying not to show his jealously as Davis caressed Alex's hair.
"Seems HE (referring to Phi) was trying to make your new bitch Alex suck his dick!" said David, looking up at his older brother in anger. Raul felt his blood run cold. He wasn't prepared for David to know about him and Alex just yet.
"Can yall leave me and my brother alone?" asked Raul, wanting to talk privately. Neko and Kit started to leave. "And take this pussy with you!" ordered Raul.
"What you want us to do with him?" asked Kit.
"I don't care. Have fun!" said Raul, focusing on David.
Neko and Kit dragged Phi Bui out of the cell and down the catwalk out of listening area. Raul walked over to the bed where David was cuddling Alex in his arms.
"What're you talking about?" asked Raul.
"Don't act like you don't know! I over heard Alex's cellmate telling him how he saw Alex sucking your dick! And how you fucked him this morning!" yelled David. "Is that why he hasn't been able to forgive me? Because you won't let him?!"
"I didn't want you to find out like this, David..." said Raul, sounding repentant. "Alex and I got real close after he found out about you cheating on him..."
"Don't you dare turn this around on me!!" yelled David. "You KNEW how I felt about Alex! You KNEW I wanted him more than anything else! And you stole him from me!"
"I didn't steal anything!" defended Raul. "It just happened." he insisted.
"Bullshit! Alex isn't gay! He wouldn't voluntarily offer up his ass just because he likes you!" doubted David. "You coerced him into it! I KNOW you, Raul!"
"Think whatever you want, David..." said Raul, tiring of trying to convince his brother. "...just know that Alex is with ME now, so you can leave him in MY care!"
"You fucking bastard!" said David, getting up from the bed as Alex sat there silently, holding his sore throat. "You call yourself straight? You're just as gay as I am!"
"Whatever!" chuckled Raul. "I'm not the one taking it up the ass by Genuwine!"
"Fuck you, Raul!" screamed David emotionally, brushing by his brother. Raul looked over at Alex who sat there watching quietly. "You okay?"
"Yeah..." sighed Alex, wanting to run after David.
Pt-6
Phi Bui was taken into the nearby cell of one of the inmates, and stripped naked. "What the fuck is this?" asked Pablo, sitting back on his bunk with Carlos (Raul's middle brother) smoking a joint.
"Lil' fucker tried to rape Alex Sanchez!" said Neko, gut punching Phi as he knocked the air from his lungs.
"Really?" asked Carlos, sobering up.
"Raul wants us to teach him a lesson!" said Kit, smiling wickedly.
"So let's show this asshole how it's done!"
Phi was shoved back against the cell wall, sitting atop a small table. A belt was fit around his neck and tightened, while another was wrapped around his wrist behind his back to insure his cooperation. One of the Rootboiz (Neko), positioned himself between Phi's legs, spreading them wide. When Phi resisted, the belt around his neck tightened.
"Give me some lube!" ordered Neko. Someone handed him a bottle of oil. Neko applied some to his fingers, then shoved them up Phi's tight virgin asshole.
"AARRRHHH...you fucking fags!!" yelled Phi, through grit teeth. The restraints tightened around Phi's neck and wrists as Neko roughly shoved finger after finger deep into his ultra tight hole. Phi tried kicking his legs, but was quickly subdued by other Roots. Neko removed his fingers, then aimed his hard greased cock up to the Vietnamese boy's tight bunghole, and shoved. Pain ripped through Phi Bui's buttock as his hole was raped. He spit into Neko face as the man bore through him. Neko punched Phi dead on in the nose, but never stopped his decent into his asshole.
"Fuck that bitch!" encouraged Kit and the others, watching Neko steal Bui's virginity.
"Pussy'll never forget this day!" laughed Neko, wiping Phi's spit from his face as he started to fuck him seriously. He grabbed Phi Bui by the neck with both hands and squeezed, holding his life in his hands while he fucked him. Phi Bui could barely breathe as the dick moved in and out of his sore throbbing asshole. He grunted and groaned in pain, unable to gather enough air to speak. He could only moan in agony as his asshole was fucked for the first time. Neko's hands tightened around his neck as his thrusts got harder. He gripped Phi by his hair, yanking hard at the roots. Adrenaline seared through Neko's body as he felt more and more powerful. He picked up the pace, fucking Bui even harder. After about 5 full minutes of fucking the tight anus, he started to cum. The other Roots watched as Neko lost his load inside the Vietnamese's ass with a triumphant yell.
"My turn!" called Kit, taking Neko's place as soon as he pulled out. Neko walked over to the sink to clean his dick just as Kit shoved forth. He rammed his dick through the sore hole, burrowing straight through the fighting sphincter muscles to gain entrance to the track. Phi Bui struggled to break free, but couldn't budge due to the restraints holding him back.
Kit fucked Phi with the same relentless in and out thrusting as Neko. The hole was tight, but the leaking cum inside made his dick slide though with little difficulty. It wasn't long before he too was lining Phi's anal track with a fresh batch of cream.
Neko took Pablo's place holding one of the victim's legs while Pablo took his turn up the ass. Pablo found Phi's hole hot, as he shoved all the way inside and started fucking. The inmates noticed that the boy wasn't resisting as much, taking his fate like a man. Pablo's long slender uncut cock glided through gooey hole. He hammered hard into the asian, picking up the pace as the small table began to creak, buckle, and bang against the prison wall. Phi grunted painfully with each inward thrust. His asshole felt completely broken, a terrible stabbing pain shooting through his inflamed innards. Pablo began to shake as his orgasm started to hit. Phi couldn't feel the cock spurting hot thick sticky liquid into his numbing rectum, but he could feel it jumping wildly inside him an electric jolt.
Carlos was the last of the foursome to fuck Phi Bui. He ordered the men to untie the victim, leaving Phi free to fight back and run. Instead he simply sat there, waiting to be punished. Carlos walked up, his 7 inch uncut cock exposed as he touched it up to Phi's bare bunghole, and shoved in.
Phi sighed aloud as the cock squeezed through his anal ring. Carlos bottomed out quickly, then started to fuck. With 3 loads lining his gut, Carlos' cock slid in and out with a great deal of ease. He fucked Phi hard (as did all the Rootboiz). He pounded the sore hole with long strokes, savoring the tight gripping walls as he fucked deeply. Phi surrendered fully as Carlos fucked him without restraints, proving that Phi Bui was nothing but a punk waiting to be taken.
Carlos grabbed the asian by his hair, pulling it back hard as he thrust in and out of his screaming cunt. "Tried to rape one of our boiz...?" he scoffed, causing Phi to grimace in pain. "...from now on you'll be giving that asian pussy up to any of us that wants to fuck it, right?" he asked, never stopping his assault. When Phi didn't answer, Carlos pulled his hair harder.
"Yes! Yes...!" yelled Phi, feeling Carlos' thrusts increase.
Carlos (like his brother Raul) was not used to butt fucking men, so he hadn't had many chances to get off sexually since being incarcerated. Fucking Phi Bui's once recently virgin hole, had his loins afire with lust. With animal instincts, he fucked Phi harder and rougher than he'd ever fucked any female before in his life. Phi screamed painful grunts with every thrust. His own small cock grew rock hard from the painful pounding. The Rootboiz all laughed when they saw his cock spewing thick gooey spurts of premature sperm all over his own stomach. "Carlos fucked the cum right out of him!" they laughed, as Phi moaned in shame. Seconds later Carlos was shooting his own load up Phi's ass, filling his gut with its forth load in a row.
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