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/24 PROSPECTIVES
Pt-1 Warden's Office...
"Where the fuck is my son?!" asks former Philadelphia Police Officer Bruce Gardner, angrily.
"Calm down, Gardner..., or I'll be forced to call the guards in here to escort you out!" informed the Warden, unphased by Gardner's anger display. Gardner realized that he could get more answers if he cooperated, so he took a deep breath and settled down. Ellis continued once he was sure Gardner had regained control of himself. "Like I said.., your son requested a prison transfer, and was sent to another Penitentiary!"
"Which Penitentiary? Why wasn't I informed?" asked Gardner, getting excited again.
"Chris is 18, an adult by law. He didn't need your consent to switch prisons, and his request was that it was kept confidential."
"Confidential? For what?" asked Gardner.
"Obviously I'd say he doesn't want you to know where he is!" said Ellis, sternly. "It's no secret that you and Chris didn't get along! He killed several police officers by cutting off their dicks, striking out at you and your uniform! You don't have to be a psychiatrist to see the connection there! I believe it's safe to say that he didn't feel comfortable sharing a prison with you!"
"But he's my son!" insisted Gardner, emotionally. "Without me, he'll be fresh meat for those convicts!"
"I've got news for you, Bruce..., with you here, your son was still being used by convicts! So it doesn't really matter where your son is located..."
"You don't understand..., I set up his move to the Mandingo block to save his life! The Aryans would've killed him just to get back at ME had he stayed in our block!"
"Seems like a lot of people don't like you, Gardner. Which is precisely why I can't tell you where he is." stated Ellis. "Let the boy serve out his sentence where he wants to in peace! When he's ready to connect you, he'll reach out for his mother!"
"Provided he's safe!" sighed Gardner. "Who's going to protect him in that other prison? My son's a sitting duck! You don't know what's happened to him in the past 2 yrs!"
"I know what I read in the papers! They were very graphic." said Ellis. "Go back to your cell, Bruce. With Sarge out of the way, I'm sure you're time will be well taken by all the scheming you've got planned for your cellmates. Just make sure the bloodshed is minimal, or else I'll be forced to come in and shut you down!"
Gardner said nothing as he silently got up from his seat, and headed for the door. Ellis got on the intercom as soon as Gardner left. "Send in Davis!" he ordered, feeling the need for a blow job.
Pt-2
The prison yard is known for many things; it's the life's blood of the prison, the only place inmates have to go for a taste or touch of freedom. It's a safe haven for some, looking to escape the tortures the inner walls bring as cellmates and tough talking convicts attack them at every turn. For others it's a social gathering, a place to see faces you don't normally see on the inside. And for others it's a meet market, a place to size up new comers and weaklings.
1- Duke Daniels is looking for new recruits to serve as his whores. With Christopher Gardner gone, Nakia (temporarily) freed, and his other `girls' graduated (more on that later), he was in the hunt for fresh meat. Potential candidates from Duke prospective were; Emmett Greene (from chap-1, pt-2), Shaleem Davis (chap-1, pt-4), possibly Genuwine's new boyfriend David Rodriguez, and definitely the Vietnamese boy Phi Bui. There was something about that asian boy that made Duke's dick stiffen. Maybe it had something to do with all the asian pussy he fucked in massage parlors around the city? Some of those girls had been some of the most docile women Duke had ever encountered. They aimed to please, and never complained if things got a little rough. With no asian pussy available, Phi's ass would have to do. Duke was determined to get into that ass, especially after witnessing how some of the Rootboiz were starting to show dominance over him.
Phi usually hung his head in public, as if shamed of something and afraid to look the male inmates in the eye. This told Duke that Phi had been broken in. Duke wondered if he were for sell?
2- Raul Rodriguez sat with his gang of Rootboiz, keeping an eye on his gay brother (David) from afar as he hung with Genuwine and his Mandingos as an honorary member through association. David stayed by Genuwine's side at all times, knowing better than to be caught in the black populace alone. It'd be like letting a seasoned pig loose in a room full of starving men. They'd pick him apart to the bone.
Raul also noticed how many of the black men eyed his brother as if he were the last chicken wing in a feast. He didn't like the looks they gave him, as he was sure they would all devour him alive if given half the chance. This made Raul very nervous for his brother's safety, but knew David was going to have to learn his mistakes on his own the hard way.
3- Alex too kept a close eye on David, still having feelings for him. He made sure not to let Raul catch him though, knowing Raul would get mad if he sees him longing for his brother. Ever since becoming involved with Raul, Alex has been living life as a bottom, getting fucked by Raul more and more often. In fact, Raul was currently making arrangements to move his brother Carlos in with Phi Bui, and Alex in with him so they could have even more privacy at night after lights out. Alex wasn't looking forward to that, and worried his new found position as Raul's bitch may get him passed around the prison if they ever broke up (eventually).
4- Aryans (Snake), and Moe (Hammer) Stanley, continue to try to gather members for revolt against current Aryan leaders Bruce Gardner, Alan Cooper, and Donald Blake. They spread unsubstantiated stories that Gardner and his crew was responsible for Sarge's death, all to gain control over Aryan forces. Gardner and Cooper counters by spreading rumors that Snake was responsible for Sarge's death, claiming he was trying to frame them; and they substantiated these claims by having a so-called witness who claims to have seen Snake sneaking off into Solitary Confinement around the time Sarge was murdered with an ice pick through the neck..., kitchen helper Rick McDoogle.
Rick was willing to confirm the lies, as he was more frightened by Gardner's threats to have his family killed by outside sources, than he was of any retaliation Snake could do against him in prison. So while most of the Aryans were torn between the two tales, Gardner seemed to be gaining ground on followers (due mostly to Luke Murphy's approving association and his closest buddies).
5- Muslim members kept an eye on their leader (Muhammad) as he goes about his day with cellmate and suspected sex partner (Abdul) walking close beside. They mutter to each other in low tones, causing the Muslim onlookers to wonder what they are discussing. Mistrust and suspicions have increased since Amahd's dis-fellowship from the religion. Amahd's parting gift to his former brethren was to cause descension among the believers.
"Everyone seems to have their eyes on us!" said Abdul nervously, as he walked by Muhammad's side. "Everywhere I turn, I see the brutha's staring! They're making me nervous!"
"There is nothing to worry about!" assured Muhammad. "We do nothing publicly that merits investigating! Are you still going to the library to meet with Copper Jewel?" asked Muhammad, calmly (Muhammad discovered Abdul used to go to the prison's library for hot blow jobs by the library's 65 yr old librarian back in chap-5, pt-3 & chap-6, pt-2).
"No!" insisted Abdul. "I stopped after you and I started seeing each other!"
"Good. Then we have nothing to worry about!" re-assured Muhammad.
6- Marvin Rollins kept an eye on prison guard Malik Jones as he slowly patrolled the outer parameter of the Yard. Duke was busy scoping the asian boy, had hadn't really noticed that Malik was overlooking the Yard. When Duke got up to cross the Yard to talk privately with Raul Rodriguez, Marvin crept over to the fence Malik walked behind as he surveyed the grounds.
"Sup man?" smiled Marvin, happy to see the shorter officer. Malik fought back a smile as well, trying to keep his facial expression serious, so inmates wouldn't think him soft or a push over.
"Hey!" said Malik, stopping to talk.
"Haven't seen you in awhile...been keeping your distance from me?" asked Marvin, openly flirting as he lifted his t-shirt and started to rub his muscled stomach. Malik's eyes followed the movements as Marvin's prison pants loomed down off his waist, giving clear view of his V shaped waist line and tight curly crotch hair peeking from under the fasten.
"Have to keep a low profile!" said Malik, glad that his dark sunglasses were hiding his lustful stares. "Warden Ellis and officer Peachtree are keeping eyes on me..."
"To make sure you're keeping that asshole tight for THEM, no doubt! Right?" asked Marvin, sarcastically.
"I'm not fucking either of them!" insisted Malik, offended that Marvin thought him so easy.
"I bet they want to, though!" stated Marvin, somewhat jealous.
"Probably. Why should you care?" asked Malik. "After all, you shared me with your friend Duke!"
"Yeah..." said Marvin, sounding as if he regret doing that as he squinted his eyes from the sun and looked over his shoulder at Duke talking to Raul. "Make sure you stay away from Duke!" insisted Marvin, turning back towards Malik. "He has a serious hardon for you! I don't want him nowhere near you! I don't trust him!"
"Trying to keep me for yourself?" asked Malik, fighting a smirk.
"Of course! You're MY pussy!" insisted Marvin, firmly. Malik saw Marvin's hand creep down to his crotch, toying with the growing lump hidden behind the prison pants. "You still saving that ass for ME, right? You ain't found yourself a man since you moved into that new apartment of yours, have you?"
"No." chuckled Malik, thinking it funny how Marvin was trying to run his life from behind bars.
"I know how that pussy hungers! I know you need it more than I'm able to give it to you!" said Marvin, causing Malik to go silent. "If I was outside these walls, you couldn't keep me from fucking that ass every chance I got!"
"Have you spoken to your lawyer about an appeal?" asked Malik, thinking about Marvin free on the outside.
"That fucking faggot?" scoffed Marvin. "He's lucky I can't get my hands on HIM!"
"Thoughts like that is what got you put behind bars in the first place!" reminded Malik. "If you get out, you'd have to change your life or you'll end up right back in here again!"
"Maybe YOU can keep me straight when I get out?" asked Marvin, smiling seductively.
"That could be a long time from now..., unless you're somehow acquitted or pardoned, neither which I doubt would ever happen." thought Malik aloud.
"Would you wait for me?" asked Marvin, half heartedly. Malik looked surprised by the question. Was Marvin asking for a committed relationship, or just pulling his leg?
"What you two talking about?" asked Duke, having finished his talk with Raul. "I HOPE yall'r making plans for another secret rendezvous real soon? My dick is starving for some of that cop booty, officer Malik!" Marvin and Malik were surprised to see Duke walk up. Neither had seen him approach, as they were so busy staring into each other's eyes.
"Might be awhile before that could happens!" said Malik. "Ellis is keeping me away from third shift to prevent another repeat of what happened last time!"
"Well we're just gonna have to figure out another scenario during day shift!" insisted Duke. "Cuz I ain't hardly giving up that ass now after I've had it!"
"Come on, Duke..., you have all this prison pussy walking around just waiting to be fucked..., why chase Malik?" reasoned Marvin.
"I can get prison pussy any time I want!" countered Duke. "It's that cop pussy my dick is hungry for! I know YOU understand, as many times as you've hit that lil' ass? I know you know what I'm talking about!"
"Yeah..., but he can't do it no more. His job's on the line now!" reminded Marvin.
"I don't give a fuck about his job!" said Duke, honestly. "I want that ass! And if I don't get it soon, on a semi-regular basis..., I'm going straight to the Warden and tell him just how often you've been giving that ass up around here!"
"That's a lie!" shouted Malik.
"Prove it!" smiled Duke. "I've got 10 buddies here that'll swear you've been harassing them for dick since you arrived here! They'll testify that they'd been in that ass as many times as Marvin has! And given how you've already been caught once, who do you think the Warden would believe?"
"Blackmail, man? Are you that hard up for booty?" asked Marvin.
"You sweet on this asshole?" asked Duke, countering Marvin's question. "I KNEW you both looked a lil' too cozy in that bed! (back in chap-14 "Date nite"). "You let this guard into your heart?" laughed Duke, finding it funny. "He ain't never gonna be nothing more to you than a quickie, man! Cops and cons don't mix! And your ass'll be going right back to REAL pussy the minutes you get out of this mother fucker! So don't even stand here contemplating setting up house with this nigga when you get out..., cuz that's gonna be YEARS down the line, and he'd be than moved on to some other con's dick by then!"
Marvin said nothing as he absorbed everything Duke said. In his head he KNEW Duke was right. Marvin wasn't gay. He'd had women in his life ever since he learned what a dick was made for. He never started fucking guys until his first prison stay when he learned a man's asshole could be just as much fun to fuck as a woman's pussy. Once back in the real world, would he still be drawn to Malik as much as he is now?
Probably not.
"You KNOW I'm right!" continued Duke. "So does HE!" he added, referring to Malik. "So..., we gonna set up a second date? Or do I have to schedule an appointment to see the Warden?"
"I..., I can probably manage something..." said Malik, looking at Marvin who avoided eye contact. "If that's what you really want!"
"It's definitely what I want!" smiled Duke, giving his dick a tug. "Make it soon, too!" he added, as Malik walked on. "Maybe we should share him with the rest of the Mandingos? Show him who's really in charge around here!"
"Yeah..., maybe we should!" agreed Marvin, reluctantly. Duke punched Marvin in his muscular shoulder.
"There's the Marvin I know and love! Who was this love struck kid looking to make a home with that dick head?"
"I don't know..., but I'm back now!" smiled Marvin.
"And just in time too!" informed Duke. "I just spoke to Raul about that asian bitch living in his block! Seems Raul and his Rootboiz cornholed the lil' pussy to show him where he stood around here! He's offered to sell him to us if we do him a favor!"
"What kind of favor?" asked Marvin, skeptically.
"One right up our alley!" smiled Duke. "You know him and his brother David is going through a lil' family feud right now? And Raul don't particularly like the idea of him living in our block with Genuwine..., and quite frankly, neither do I!"
"So what do Ra' want us to do about it?" asked Marvin.
"He wants us to fuck him over! Literally!" laughed Duke. "He actually wants us to use his brother like one of our bitches, to show him that he ain't safe with nobody but Raul and his Rootboiz!"
"But what about Genuwine? He seems to have gotten attached to David..." said Marvin, looking over at them from across the Yard.
"We'll just have to pull him back into reality, like I just did with you!" reasoned Duke. "He'll come around..., and if not, what other choice does he have?"
Pt-3
In the Aryan cell block, things are starting to run on schedule again. Sarge's body is scheduled to be released to his family for burial, leaving the Aryan's in Bruce Gardner's hands. Gardner calls his first official meeting as Aryan leader, taking the head seat (Sarge's seat) as the new head of the Cartel. It's there that Gardner informs followers that he plans to implement the "no sells rule", cutting off supplies from them to the other cell blocks, insuring that they get a larger cut of the pie when demand gets too high.
Snake is just about the only inmate to openly oppose Gardner's plan, giving clear sign that he would never follow Gardner's lead. Pissed by the Aryan's betrayals, he goes back to his prison cell to take out some of his frustration on Joseph Justine (Gardner's former friend and co-police officer).
"Fucking pigs!" he grumbles to himself as he throws items around in his cell angrily. "Everything was good until those assholes came to our prison block! I KNOW those fuckers killed Sarge!"
From his bunk, 24 yr old Justine was slowly coming out of his foggy haze. His memories were befuddled and murky, as he slowly took in his surroundings. He saw Snake ransacking the cell in tantrum, knowing he was in danger by the hardcore biker inmate. But due to all the drug residue in his system, Justine couldn't defend himself nor escape under his own power. His legs felt like jello, having not walked in (weeks?) (months?). His eyes caught sight of Snake's the moment the biker noticed he was awake. Justine tried to defend himself, rising his arms in defense as Snake ripped off his belt and tied it around Justine's wrists. He bound the young man tightly as he quickly stripped off his clothes and prepared to fuck. Justine's legs were thrown up over his head against his will, exposing his bare ass to his attacker. Justine could feel his asshole gaping open as Snake placed his cock up to the crater and pushed in. Justine wailed in shame, feeling little pain as the 8 and 1/2 inch Aryan cock bore straight into him, laying claim to his inner track as the sperm of untold inmates started to seep out around his girth.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" yelled Snake, punching Justine across the face as he fucked him. Justine saw stars as his already loopy mind whirled around in a dizzy spin. Snake pressed Justine's legs up against his chest, then power fucked him hard, driving his thick white cock through his gaping cum filled bunghole.
Justine could nothing to help himself as he merely lay there and accepted his fate. Slowly his memory started to kick in, as he recalled being betrayed by his cop buddies. Bruce, Alan, and Donald, turned him over to the Aryans to save themselves. He remembered being beaten and fucked, fucked and beaten until there was no more fight left in him. He remembers Snake pricking him with a needle, drugging him to make him a "better bottom". He looked up at the angry biker as he fucked him deeply, ramming his thick cock through his ass as if his life meant nothing to him. Snake's eyes were closed while he fucked, day dreaming about something else as his cock quickly started to throb with excitement. It was an incredibly quick fuck, as Snake came bucket upon bucket of hot semen into Justine's poor abused hole. Snake screamed lustfully as he dumped his load into the former officer. He slumped down over Justine's body, feeling his balls compress to empty his juices. When his strength started to return, he reached down under Justine's bed (without removing his cock), and pulled out a syringe. Justine thought it was more drugs Snake was about to prick him with, until he noticed that there was nothing in the syringe but air.
"Your friend took Sarge away from us..." mumbled Snake, rising his fists up as he prepared to plunge the needle into Justine's chest. "...so I'll take one of his away from him!"
"Noooo...!!" yelled Justine, closing his eyes as he waited to die.
But before Snake could plunge the needle into his chest, someone grabbed Snake from behind, and yanked him off of Justine's prone body. Snake was thrown to the floor like a rag doll, fucking up his shoulder on the cement floor.
Snake looked up to see Gardner standing over top of him, his fists balled angrily.
"You okay, Jo?" asked Blake, rushing to his ex-partner's side. Justine's eyes blinked open, thinking what he was seeing was a mirage.
"Blake...?" he called, unsure.
"What the fuck'r you doing in MY cell?!" asked Snake, still holding the syringe as he climbed to his feet in the corner.
"As the new Aryan leader..., I proclaim Justine NO LONGER prison pussy..." stated Gardner, making this his second official act of the day.
"You can't do that!" snapped Snake.
"Wait..., it gets better!" smiled Cooper, standing beside his leader.
"...and I declare Snake the NEW prison pussy!" continued Gardner, making that his third official act.
"Fuck you!!" yelled Snake, swinging the syringe in front of him. Both Gardner and Cooper jumped out of the needle's way, but quickly descended on Snake before he could regroup. Cooper grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he dropped the syringe to the floor, while Gardner pounded him in his face and gut, knocking him delirious. "You fuckers..!" spit Snake, blood dripping from his mouth.
"How's Justine?" asked Gardner, standing guard over Snake while Cooper continued to twist his arm sadistically.
"He's in bad shape!" said Blake, helping Jo to sit upright. "This bed is filthy with cum all over the place! It stinks to high heaven!" complained Blake.
"Take him to the other bed, and clean him up! He's one of US again!" claimed Gardner.
"That's MY fucking beaahhhhhh..!!" screamed Snake, as Cooper twisted his arm harder for resisting.
As Blake helped Justine up off his cummy mattress, Cooper and Gardner wrestled Snake to Justine's bed. Cooper mashed Snake's face down in the wettest section of the mattress, where some of the inmate's cum had drained from Justine's oversized hole and soaked into the mattress. Snake could smell the potent semen attacking his nostrils as he screamed for help.
"No one's gonna come for you, shit head!" teased Cooper, as Blake put a towel up between Justine's ass cheeks to catch the cum constantly dripping from his ruined hole. He laid Justine down on the dryer bed, then ran to the sink to fetch a wash cloth and soap. "Breathe in all that nasty semen, fucker! You're gonna get used to it!" swore Cooper, making sure Snake got the scent all over his face and into his pores. "Whose gonna crack this bitch's cunt?" he asked, looking up at his boss.
"I am, of course!" said Gardner, unbuckling his belt as he began removing his clothes.
"ah..., you're in for it now, asshole!" teased Cooper, using Snake's own belt to restrain his hands and wrists. He looped the strap around the buckle, then tied the long part to the head of the bed rail so Snake's hands were stretch out in front of him. Whenever he tried to struggle or kick free, he received another punch into the solar plexus to knock the fight out of him.
Blake and Justine watched from the other bed as Gardner placed a long bed sheet up to the bars for privacy, indicating to the other inmates that they didn't want to be disturbed. Snake cursed and ranted, trying to plead and talk his way out of an overdue fucking. But none of the ex-officers were listening. Fucking men against their will was something Gardner's team was used to. As officers of the law, they would pull over drug dealers and traffic violators for routine stops, then force them to perform oral or anal sex if they felt they needed discipline of some sort. Many men fell under their sexual act, but they hardly ever got called for reprimand, as most of the violators (mostly blk drug dealers) didn't want to be known as rapees, enabling Gardner and his men to get away with it for years.
"Time to kiss that ass goodbye!" teased Cooper, holding Snake's legs as Gardner anointed oil to his tight bunghole. Despite snake's pleas and threats, Gardner climbed up onto the bed and aimed his amazing thick 9 inch cock up to Snake's hole, and pressed in.
"AAARRHHHHHH!!" screamed Snake, fighting the penetration by clenching his ass cheeks and tightening his hole. Gardner punched him in the back of the head, then pressed in deeper, gaining ground inch by agonizing inch. "You fucking PIGS!" yelled Snake, feeling his asshole rip open under the strain as Gardner's cock bore deeper. It was like being impelled on a telephone pole. Gardner quickly tired of Snake's girlish screams, and stuck tube socks in his mouth to shut him up while he fucked him. Snake bit down on the stale dirty socks as his asshole was mauled over.
"Fuck that bitch, Bruce! Show him who's boss in the joint!" encouraged Cooper, his own cock rock hard and aching to get into the biker's tight hole.
Bruce hadn't gotten off sexually since before his arrival to the prison. Thinking back, Bruce realized his last climax was back before he got shot (in Precinct-23 #18), when he last raped his patrol partner Jake Valentine in his apartment building. It'd been months since that day, and Bruce's balls were swollen with juice which needed a place to be planted.
He fucked Snake's ass hard, without care of regret. He didn't like the tattooed biker from the moment he met him. Bruce knew this moment was a long time coming, and he planned to enjoy every single minute of it as he pounded at the struggling man's back door with increasingly hard thrusts. Snake's grunts and groans sounded painful, but not enough for Gardner, as he wanted the biker to really suffer for being such a thorn in his side.
Cooper watched Gardner's cock go in and out of Snake's ass from the foot of the bed. The huge white cock emerged from the murky depths with a little more blood and a little more shit with each deep withdrawal. Snake's ass got slicker and slicker with every thrust, lubricated by the oil and the shit coating Gardner's cock.
Bruce grabbed a fist full of Snake's stringy long hair, and yanked his head back painfully. He growled in the man's ear, telling him how worthless he was as a man and how he deserved to serve under "real men" like him and Cooper. "From now on you will give this ass up to any Aryan who wants it who follows my lead! If I hear from anyone of them that you refused them serve, I will plunge that empty syringe you planned to kill Justine with, into your own heart and watch you die a horrible death! Do you understand me scumbag?" asked Gardner through grit teeth as he humped even harder to emphases his seriousness.
"Ye...yeah! YEAH!" yelled Snake, feeling the cock slam into his innards and beyond.
Gardner was really fucking the living shit out of him, showing him that he was nothing in his eyes. Snake never felt more worthless than at this very moment, being fucked up the ass by an ex-cop in his very own jail cell, was humiliating beyond anything that's ever happened to him thus far. And now he learns that Gardner planned to share his ass with the rest of the cell block, lowering his status from Sarge's right hand man, to prison pussy.
He felt Gardner's thrusts increase as his cock thickened in his bowels. Snake cringed in pain as Gardner shoved his cock all the way up into him, then came a geyser of cum. Not having cum in months, Gardner's sperm supply was plentiful. Snake felt the cock jump and jerk inside of him, firing hot spurt after hot spurt of cum into his gut. The stream of semen seemed unending as the cock continued to pour and pour cum into him. Soon his rectum became very slick and wet with cum. Gardner laced the entire hole with his potent essence, pulling his cock out to make room for the next one.
"Bout time!" complained Cooper, immediately taking Gardner's place as he laid down on Snake's back and rammed his hard upward curved 7 inch cock directly into Snake's shitty cummy hole with one quick thrust.
"AARRRRRHHHH!!" screamed Snake into the socks as Cooper started thrusting in and out of him quickly.
Cooper wasn't into long drawn out sex scenes or finesse, all he liked was plunging his cock into some poor sap's asshole and fucking until he got his nutt off. If the guy getting fucked just so happened to like and gets off too, so be it, but Cooper wasn't about pleasing his partners.
Snake grunted and groaned from every deep planted plunge Cooper made into his ass. He pulled at the belt straps as the leather cut into his wrists. He couldn't help looking over at Justine sitting on the other bed, watching him get fucked as Blake continued to clean him up. Justine watched transfixed, justice finally coming his way as he watched Snake struggle against hope to end his torture. A small smile crept into the corners of Justine's mouth as he thought of the irony of it all. Karma was a bitch indeed!
Cooper pounded into Snake's bare backside for a solid 10 minutes before he filled his bowels with cum. Snake felt the cock jerking with life inside of him, and knew the cop was cumming in him, but Cooper never stopped fucking, continuing his thrusts straight through into the second fuck as he lined Snake's ass with his natural lube.
Snake chewed on the dirty tube socks as his aching ass was fucked yet again. Gardner cleaned his own horse cock on one of Snake's shirts before washing his cock off in the cell's sink. Cooper fucked Snake's tight smelly hole until he erupted into a second time. The second cumming was even harder than the first, as he squirmed and withered around on the bound man's back while his balls wrenched out its final load. But when Cooper pulled out, he wiped his dirty cock off on Snake's rugged face and hair before peeing all over his head and shoulders. Snake spat out some of the piss that entered his mouth unexpectedly.
"Want some of this pussy before we open it up to the public?" asked Cooper, looking towards Blake and Justine.
"I'll fuck him after he's cleaned up!" passed Blake.
"I'll fuck him!" called Justine, unable to pass up the chance to redeem himself.
"You sure?" asked Blake, knowing how weak Justine is.
"Yeah..., just help me over to the bed!" pleaded Justine. Blake helped him to his rubbery feet (having not stood in weeks), then guided him over to Snake, whom struggled against the straps to free himself. Submitting to more powerful men was one thing, but to become pussy to a former pussy, was more than Snake could take.
Justine's rectum was in such array, that he couldn't achieve an erection hard enough to penetrate Snake's tight greased hole, so he had to console himself by just urinating all over the inmate's head. Then Cooper got a devious idea, and flipped Snake over on his back and made Justine squat over his face. Snake tossed his head from left to right, trying to avoid getting any of the discarded anal slime that dribbled from Justine's abused hole on his person. When Cooper got behind Justine's bent waist and unexpectedly shoved his cock all the way up into the former officer's ass, Blake thought he had lost his mind. But the instant Cooper removed his cock from the open colon, a flood of cum cascaded from the oversized manhole, pouring down onto Snake's mug like a faucet as gobs and gobs of cum covered his face and gasping mouth.
With that, Gardner ripped down the sheet wall, and declared Snake's ass "open for business!" Outside the cell a line had already started to form; headed by Luke and some of his followers. The most surprising (to Snake at least), was Hammer, who stroked his thick 9 inch mallet as he awaited his turn at the fallen Aryan's ass as well. One by one they poured into Snake's cell, lining up to fill his anal gut with their cocks in a show of support to their new leader.
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