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/26 NEW ARRIVAL
The Crack Of Dawn...
In Philadelphia, prisoner #181465807 is awaken, and taken down through the Prisoner's Transport Elevator of Police Headquarters, and placed into a Transport Van in-route to the state prison; Piedmont Penitentiary.
Pt-1
Nakia Dawson woke up from a warm sleep in his man's arms, hopped out of bed, and ran over to the cell's toilet to take a wicked morning leak. His dick was piss-hard as he aimed it down into the bowl, then thought better about it as he looked back over his shoulder at a sleeping Amahd. Naked, Nakia turned around, tucked his stiff dick down between his legs and sat on the cold bowl to pee sitting down as Amahd commanded (in chap-23, pt-5).
Nakia already felt humiliated, having lost most of his manhood to Duke Daniel as one of his female impersonating man-whores. He thought he was being set free from that demeaning life when Amahd (his knight in shinning armor) came into Duke's den and rescued him form his forced slavery. Now he feels as if he's possibly traded one master for another. Amahd wasn't looking for a cellmate he could fuck, he wanted a wife, a live-in maid, a laundry washer, and a fuck machine he could stick his dick into whatever time of the day he wanted. Nakia didn't even have a say in what happened to his own body. Amahd chose the clothes he wore (female of course, courtesy of; Swallow, the Den Mother), the wigs he wore, the way he walked, talked, and acted. Amahd had fallen in love/lust with the image Duke created for sell, and insisted that Nakia kept the same persona with him at all times. Nakia found it especially troubling when he'd visit his parents during visiting day, it was the only time Amahd allowed him to wear male clothing, but Nakia was hard pressed to explain to his parents why his eyebrows were arched. At some point, his father stopped visiting all together.
After peeing, Nakia climbed back into bed, turning his back to his lover as Amahd turned towards him and wrapped his heavy arm around his waist, pulling his bottom back into his hardon. Nakia knew what was coming, as Amahd never could resist shoving his sleeping hardons into his ass. "uuhhmmm...!!" moaned Nakia, as Amahd's dick sank into his refuge.
"You okay, baby?" whispered Amahd, amid morning breath as he kissed Nakia on his bare soft shoulder, grounding his pelvis into Nakia's backside. Nakia moaned `yes', as he felt Amahd starting to fuck him. As was their morning ritual.
Pt-2
Before breakfast, Genuwine awoke early and secretly made his way over into the Rootboiz cell block. As he walked through the block, hearing the early cries of Spanish music from blaring radios, he searched each cell for Raul Rodriguez, brother to David Rodriguez, Genuwine's former lover.
"What the fuck you lookin at, gringo?" asked one of the inmate, not happy with seeing Genuwine's brown face peering in his cell.
"Sorry!" said Genuwine, walking away quickly.
"Yo hommie..." called the inmate, causing Genuwine to turn around. "...what the fuck'r you doing here, man? This ain't your block!"
"I know..." said Genuwine, as other spanish inmates started to come out of their cells to investigate. "...I'm looking for Raul!"
"What you found is an ass full of trouble, homs!" said one of the other inmates gathered on the catwalk. He pulled a small home-made blade from his waist, to show Genuwine that they meant business.
"Look..., I'm not here to cause any trouble..., I just want to talk to him about his brother David...!"
"David?" called Carlos Rodriguez, Raul and David's middle brother. "What about him?"
Down in Raul's cell, he too awoke with a straining hardon that morning, rolling over on his side to slip it into his boyfriend's (Alex Sanchez's) ass. Alex had been soundly sleeping when he was rudely awakened by the probing dick pushing into his ass. Every instinct in him screamed to make Raul stop, but he didn't give into compulsion as he allowed himself to be used.
Raul was a mean street fighter from the heart of `Ricanville' in north Philly. A second generation drug dealer and street gang banger, he ruled the puertorican cell block like The Godfather. Everything was passed and okayed through him, and him alone. He made all of the decisions, and was opposed by no one in his block. Any opposers were instantly directly confronted with a battery of fists by Raul and his loyal followers. Alex feared him, as did all other puertoricans in their block.
Raul squeezed his dick through Alex's tight sphincter, to fuck into his slick rectum. Having been cummed in the night before, he was still carrying Raul's juice around in his gut, making his anal canal slick and slippery for entry.
Raul rolled Alex over onto his stomach, and began fucking him harder. Alex bit his lower lip to keep from grunting too loud and causing any unwanted attention. He was sure that inmates knew what was going on between him and Raul, but while they knew he was probably (most likely) taking the mad rican's dick on a regular basis, Alex felt they didn't need to hear it. So to save himself some embarrassment, he'd bury his face into the pillows and bit down to keep from screaming out. Luckily Raul's dick wasn't amazingly big (just 6 icnhes), enabling Alex to take it as often as he needed. But what Raul lacked in size, he more than made up in performance, having fucked Alex senseless on more than one occasion.
"Raul...!" called Carlos, standing in Raul's cell door while he fucked. Alex hid his face in embarrassment.
"What is it, Carlos? I'm busy!" snapped Raul, annoyed.
"Genuwine's here! It's about David!" said Carlos, concerned.
Raul reluctantly pulled his sick wet dick from Alex's ass, and got dressed. Alex did also, as Carlos escorted Genuwine into his cell. "Tell him what you told me!" said Carlos, angrily.
"I saw your brother David getting gang banged by Duke and his posse! They were fucking the shit out of him! And when I tried to stop it, Duke insisted on turning David into one of his pussy-boiz!" informed Genuwine.
"You hear that, Ra'? Their over there fucking the shit outta David! We gotta go over there and wreck shop, man!" shouted Carlos.
"Calm down, man! We ain't doing nothing!" said Raul. "David made his own bed when he opted to run over there! His fate is in his hands now!"
"Bullshit!" yelled Carlos. "That's our brother!!"
"He denounced the family when he left! If he wants to come back, it'll have to be HIS choice! I'm not causing an all out war for someone who may be happy getting dicked down by a hundred niggers!" yelled Raul.
"You can't mean that, Raul!" said Alex, shocked. "David's not like that! I'm sure he didn't go there with the impression that he'd be punked out like that!"
"YOU of all people should know what David's like, Alex! You saw what he was doing in that stairwell with Genuwine, when he was supposed to be devoted to you! How quickly you forget!" scorned Raul, angry Alex still seemed sweet on his brother after all this time.
"Fucking with me was one thing..." said Genuwine, trying to plead with Raul's sensitive side. "...but Duke's gonna DOG your brother, then pimp him out to anyone who owns a pack of cigarettes! Is that what you want to see happen to your brother?"
"What do you know about me and my brother?" asked Raul. "Carlos and I've been trying to hide his sexuality every since he was a kid! Beating him up, making him tough, fighting his battles, making sure his fuck buddies kept his secrets! If he wants to throw that all away to be some fuck-hole for black guys, that's HIS business!"
"But Raul..., what would papi do?" asked Carlos.
"Papi would've left him alone a long time ago!" said Raul, regrettably. Carlos hunched his shoulders, then turned and walked out of the cell disappointed in his older brother.
"How could you be so nonchalant about your brother?" asked Genuwine, disappointed as well. He risked a lot to come over here to snitch on his fellow gang members. "You don't even act surprised! It's as if you already knew he was being gang fucked by..."
Genuwine stopped before finishing his statement. His eyes widened as his mouth dropped open in realization. "You DID already know, didn't you?" he asked/accused. Raul's guilty facial expression told Genuwine all he needed to know. "You set him up to get gang fucked by Duke and his boiz, didn't you? You probably did it because you were mad that he wanted to be with me! You even stabbed me to keep us from getting together, and when that didn't work, you allowed Duke to fuck over your baby brother to teach him a lesson! You're a real piece of work, you know that Raul?"
"Is that true, Raul?" asked Alex, standing in the background.
"Of course not!" smirked Raul. "What David does is David's business, not mine! I tired to keep him here, he WANTED to go...!"
"So you made sure he'd regret it!" finished Genuwine.
Alex looked at Raul in shame and disgust. He knew for a fact that Raul had indeed stabbed Genuwine for David (back in chap-15, pts-3 & 4), claiming it was to save face for Alex whom David cheated on at the time; so he knew THAT part of Genuwine's story was true, so why not the rest of it? "That was reall shitty of you, man! I'mma make SURE David knows exactly what you did to him! How you turned the tables on him, after stealing his boyfriend away from him the first time!"
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" shouted Raul, as Genuwine turned and walked out of his cell, brushing past Kit and Pablo, whom had been standing guard just incase things got out of hand.
"Want us to stop him, Ra?" asked Kit, watching Genuwine push his way down the catwalk angrily.
"Yeah man..., he can't come up in here making accusations like that about you, and get away with it!" added Pablo. "Want us to shank him good for you?"
"Naw..." said Raul, sighing heavily as he turned to face Alex. "...he's no real threat. He's just a man in love with my brother!"
Pt-3 "Do you HAVE to go into work today?" asked James Derekson, talking to his cellmate Davis Wood, assistant to the Warden.
"Of course I do!" said Davis, wrapping his towel around his waist as he prepared to go to the morning showers.
"It's just..., people'r starting to talk, man!" explained James. "Everybody knows what the Warden makes his "Assistants" do! They all know you in there sucking his dick all day!"
"They don't know shit!" doubted Davis. "And even if they did, they just jealous that I got the job and they didn't! There's a lot of kick backs for being the Warden's Assistant..., and everybody wants the job!"
"Not everybody..." countered James. "Some of these guys'r starting to think you're soft! I keep telling them you're not, but they're not listening! (as seen in chap-23, pt-6). You've got to be careful, man! You can't let these guys think you're down that way in any shape or form! If they sense something in you, they're gonna attack!"
"You're over reacting!" said Davis, dismissing any alarms. "These guys know I'm no pansy! Ain't nobody gonna try nothing!" he insisted, walking out of the cell and into the shower area.
In the shower is where half of all prison rapes transpire. Horny inmates find it hard (no pun intended) to resist a fine pair of naked buns, all soaped up and ready for penetrating, especially when the owner of said buns has his head submerged under a hot spray of water and is unable to watch his own back. It's the number one reason why most inmates who are afraid of being victimized, shower later in the day to avoid the morning crowds. However, that alone doesn't guarantee one's safety once alone and naked out of the guard's sights.
Davis walks into the morning shower, heading to an open head as others soap themselves seemingly unaware of his presence nearby. Davis removed his towel, then steps under the water as he soaks his body in the wet warmth. Several inmates caught sight of him, looking as if for the first time at his muscular physique, his light brown complexion, and his smooth round ass with the handsome dimples dotting each end.
Davis was unaware he had become the apple of their eyes as he started to soap himself up. He heard whispering while his ears were clogged with water. He saw lewd gestures of inmates jerking hardons in his direction as he blinked back droplets from his eyelashes. When one inmate got bold enough to walk up to him, cupping Davis' round brown rump as he powerfully squeezed it in his hand. Davis spun around and socked him hard in the eye on instinct, knocking the man back on his ass as the other inmates looked on.
"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, asshole!" he yelled intimidating, trying to warn off any copycats.
"Yo man...!" defended the man on the shower floor, cupping his sore eyeball. "...what the fuck was that for? All I wanted was a lil ass...!"
"Then invite your mother up for a conjugal visit, bitch! But leave me the fuck OUT OF IT!" yelled Davis.
"Hey man..., we don't want no trouble..." said another inmate, helping his fallen friend up. "...we just heard you were doing the Warden..., so we thought maybe we could..."
"Get my foot shoved up your asses? YEAH, I could do that for you if you like!" agreed Davis, poised to fight. The inmates backed down, backing to their side of the shower as Davis continued his with his back to the wall.
Pt-4
Breakfast...
Inmates pair off into their own social groups for familiarity and protection. Raul Rodriguez and his Rootboiz own their own side of the cafeteria, as does the Mandingos, the Aryans, the Muslims, and then there's the miscellaneous groups; the ones who belong to no set gang or coven.
Raul eyes the Mandingos table, looking for Duke and his boiz or his brother David. His middle brother Carlos grows concerned when David, nor any of Duke's closest men enters the breakfast rush (which is very unlike them). Raul tries not to show any emotion, but worries on the inside that he may well have sent his brother into the lion's den without a gun.
At the Muslim's table, all is silent as the men of Ali muddle their thoughts and concerns over their own dilemmas. Eyes shift from left to right, as brother's keep a steady eye on their leader. Muhammad and his cellmate Abdul had been under tough scrutiny for sometime now, as members watch them closely to insure they are as they claim to be.
It's been rough for the two Muslim men, keeping their love affair secret under the watchful eyes and ears of their brethren, but they were determined to keep their faith intact, for what is a man without his faith?
At the Aryan's table, Gardner and his crew (Alan Cooper, Donald Blake, and Jo Justine) were the noticeable ones missing, along with Snake whom had been ordered to remain behind in his cell while everyone else went to breakfast. Once alone, Gardner ordered Snake to shower and clean himself thoroughly before reporting back to his cell. Snake (whose real name is Oliver Ross), did as told, then reported back as ordered to find himself alone in the block with the four ex-officers.
"Did you clean your pussy like I asked?" asked Gardner, sitting at his desk with his legs propped up. Snake shook his head `yes' meekly, 70 percent of his nude body covered in tattoos and body piercings. "Turn around..., let me see." ordered Gardner, as Cooper chuckled. Snake turned his back to the foursome, reaching back behind himself to grab his own ass cheeks with his bare hands. Pulling them apart, he revealed his own swollen gaping hole. Justine frowned when he saw it, knowing full well that his own asshole resembled that not too long ago. In fact it was still healing, if indeed it would ever fully regain its former shape.
Cooper walked over to Snake, then roughly shoved 3 fingers in without lube.
"UUUUHHHH...!!" grunted Snake, feeling the fingers tear their way inside him. Cooper wiggled his fingers around, drawing Snake up onto his tip-toes before finally yanking them free. He rubbed his fingers together to see if they were slimed, then lifted them to his nose to sniff for any remnants of displaced semen.
"He's clean as a whistle!" he related back to Gardner.
"Good." said Gardner, satisfied. "From now on, you won't be prison pussy for the whole block anymore..." he declared as Aryan leader. "From now on..., you're private pussy for me and MY MEN! Understood?" Snake turned around in surprised, but shook his head silently in agreement.
"You heard Bruce, you biker-bitch..." yelled Cooper, unzipping his prison pants as he pulled out his hard cock and motioned Snake to get on his knees. "...suck this dick before I shove something else up your ass that'll make it bleed for weeks!"
With that, Snake wasted no time leaning forward and taking Cooper's 7" manhood into his mouth. The former officers watched as the 37 yr old biker man started to suck. Surprisingly, he wasn't bad at it at all. "Must be getting a whole lot of practice!" he teased, as Snake swallowed his cock all the way down to the root. "Interesting how all your so-called buddies turned on you, and fucked the living shit out of you the first chance they got, eh?" Snake said nothing as he tightened his lips around the ivory white shaft, and sucked.
"Maybe he didn't learn all his skills in prison..." theorized Gardner, egging him on. "...maybe he's been a cock sucker all along, and this is his TRUE calling?"
"Sounds like a winner to me!" agreed Cooper, grabbing Snake by his ponytail as he started to seriously fuck his face.
Snake gagged and gargled on the cock as it bore down his throat. Cooper's wet balls slapped repeatedly against his chin, as the slightly curved upright banana cock bang bruises in the back of his throat. "Anybody else wants a piece of this asshole?" asks Cooper, getting into the oral rape.
Jo Justine (now mostly healed from his ordeal as former "prison pussy") got up from his chair, and walked over to where Snake knelt on the floor worshiping Cooper's dick. He watched his former tormentor get face fucked as he pulled out his own erection. Cooper took a few more seconds to pound his cock down Snake's throat before yanking his head back to remove his spit incased cock. Snake gasped for air as he stared up at the 38 yr old, 6 foot 2, 180 lbs man, drool dribbling down the corners of his mouth as his own spit dripped profusely from Cooper's ranging woodie.
Justine stepped forward, aiming his own hard cock up to Snake's lips. Snake hesitated taking the former fuck-boy's cock in his mouth, and was rewarded with a severe strike across his stubble face by Cooper whom backhanded him properly. After that, Snake swallowed Justine's cock without second thought, burying his nose in the dirty-blonde's curly pubic bush as his lips suckled sweetly at the root.
"Like that, man?" asked Cooper, watching Justine get his first blow job since arriving at Piedmont months ago.
"You just don't know how much I do..." moaned Justine, having nearly forgotten how good his cock could feel being simulated.
Snake sucked feverishly at Justine's dick, sliding his hungry lips up and down the slick male shaft as he breathed hard through his hairy nostrils.
"Suck it faster, bitch! Faster!!" ordered Cooper, pressing on the back of Snake's head to make him take the cock deeper with each stroke of his mouth.
Snake sucked and sucked the younger man's dick for a full 7 to 8 minutes, lavishing the underbelly with his exploring tongue. Cooper mentioned how "hungry" Snake looked for Justine's cum, and suggested to the man that he feed it to him. Justine obliged as his cock started to pulse and throb, just before erupting a mouthful of gooey seed into the kneeling Snake's mouth. Snake swallowed the cum eagerly, already addicted to the salty taste of semen after having eaten gallons of it from his white brethren.
Justine gasped and groaned as he filled Snake's mouth with cock sludge. Cooper wrapped his arms around him to help keep him upright as his knees buckled. Snake never stopped sucking the pulsating shaft as it kept on erupting. He fed off the young man's juices, then drained his balls dry as Blake walked over to take his friend's place.
Cooper's cock still remained rock hard as it waved and bobbed in the air. Snake watched Justine's softening cock slide from his mouth as he stumbled his way back to his seat. Snake looked up between Cooper and Blake, wondering which would use his throat next.
"Choose!" ordered Cooper, as the two men stood side by side with their hard dicks standing tall outside their zippers. Cooper's cock was banana shaped as it curved slight upward 7 inches, while Blake's curved slightly downward 8 inches with a slight foreskin tip. Snake licked his lips as he eyed the two cocks. "Pick which one you want to suck..., as the other one goes up your stink ass!"
With that, Snake swallowed Blake's fat cock as he slowly took the former cop's meat all the way down into his throat. But if he expected Blake to be a gentler oral lover than Cooper, he was sadly mistaken as Blake wrapped his fingers around in Snake's loosened hair, and roughly fucked his mouth and throat with his fat erect monster. Snake choked and spat as the cock plunged down into his throat forcibly with every inward thrust.
While Blake fucked Snake's mouth, he dragged him over to the bunk where he forced Snake to reside on his hands and knees. Snake never lost Blake's cock as he continued to suck, positioning himself to take cock front and back at the same time. His ass lay open and vulnerable as Cooper walked around behind him to prepare his hole.
Pt-5
After breakfast, Davis wood made his way around to the Administration part of the prison, where Warden Ellis' offices were.
Inside the office, Ellis was in a meeting with prisoner #181465807, going over prison rules, and discussing how he was expecting no problems from the repeat offender. The prisoner merely smirked, as he sat in the Warden's cool air-conditioned office with his hands and ankles shackled.
"You act as if you're a scared of me, Warden!" laughed the prisoner, amused.
"Scared?" asked Ellis, seated comfortably behind his solid oak desk. "Not so long as I have the means and the man-power to cut you down 10 second before you touch me!" he assured. "Let's get this clear..., this prison is run by ME, NOT the inmates!"
"So why am I here then?" asked the cocky inmate.
"Cause I KNOW you! The last time you were here you nearly caused a race war between the Ricans, the Blacks, and the Aryans! You're BAD NEWS! And I want you to know from the jump, that I've got my eyes on you! And I'll throw your ass back in solitary confinement for the complete duration of your sentence so fast, you'd swear you were wearing roller skates!" promised the Warden.
"We done here?" asked the prisoner, no longer smiling.
"Completely!" said Ellis, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "Take this asshole to his new cell!" he ordered the guard standing by.
"On your feet!" ordered the guard (29 yr old Joe Dobbins), pulling the prisoner up by the arm as he escorted him to the door. Davis was seated in the waiting area as the guard came out with the prisoner. Davis and the prisoner locked eyes as the shackled man took baby steps across the floor.
"Let me guess..., the Warden's new assistant?" he smirked, knowingly. Davis frowned, knowing what the man implied. "Watch your knees for rug burn!" he warned, jokingly.
"Keep moving, Rodriguez!" yelled Dobbins, shoving the older man in the back to get him walking faster. Davis' eyes shifted over to the secretary, whom avoided his eye contact by adverting her eyes towards her computer screen. `Did they all know?' –he wondered, worried about his prison image.
"Mister Wood...you may go in now." smiled the secretary, knowingly.
Pt-6
After breakfast, most of the inmates liked to head for the Yard to work off their less than hardy meal by exercising either through weights, basketball, or playing a mean game of wall-ball (a street game like tennis for poor inner city kids).
Raul and his crew were among some of the best of the game, in stiff competition against the blacks and the Aryans for championships. While the blacks ruled basketball, and the ricans ruled ping-pong, wall-ball was a universal sport they all fought for the right to call their own. There was usually a competition every summer to determine which group was the best. Everyone took it seriously, picking teams members and rallying their guys for support and bragging rights. For the past three years, each group had taken the title as champions, leaving the other groups to sulk and practice for next year's tournament. Last year the Aryans took the title, giving them their first real win in a sport. But Raul and his followers were determined not to allow them a repeat, as they practiced daily.
Sweat glistened on their tight bodies as they ran around shirtless, slapping a small ball into the prison wall and repeating it before the ball could bounce twice. Some had to dive for the ball, scraping themselves against the concrete in an effort to keep the ball in play. Each inmate that failed to slap the ball back into the wall before it bounced twice, was eliminated. So with what started with 10 inmates, soon only had 3 remaining; Raul, Carlos, and Pablo.
Alex stood on the sidelines watching with the rest of the Rootz population, who all shouted with excitement and support as the 3 remaining men fought to win today's challenge. The game was quite physical as the 3 fought to keep the ball alive, hitting drop shots, slam shots, curve balls, drivers, diagonal cross countries, and more. Carlos lost the last game, causing him to sit out as Raul and Pablo fought for today's individual title. The game was fierce and vigorous as the last two men duked it out. But it was Pablo's sneaky drop shot that caused Raul to dive to the ground for a return, scrapping his arms and elbow as the ball rolled by him. Pablo declared victory for the day, as Raul got up from the ground nursing a few scrapes.
"You okay, Ra'?" asked Alex, rushing to his side as Raul examined his injuries.
"Yeah..., I'm kew man." answered Raul. Alex tended to the bloody scrapes as Pablo came over to be congratulated by the loser.
"No hard feelings, right Raul?" asked Pablo, unsure.
"Naw..., no hard feelings." assured Raul, slapping hands and half hugs with his Root-mate, but everyone knew by his sulking demeanor that he was mad he loss.
"Y'all done playing?" asked one of the black inmates (Wyome), as he and his group of Mandingos crowded in to get in their game for the day. The Rootz stared down the Mandingos, in an unspoken statement not to be rushed. When Duke walked up with his new bitch David in tow, Carlos when ballistic.
"What the fuck you niggas doing to my brother?!" he yelled, rushing in to fight for his brother's honor. Pablo, Kit, and Neko held him back, as Wyome, Killer-Pete, and several others egged him on to fight.
Duke wrapped his muscled arm around David's neck as a symbol of ownership. His and Raul's eyes locked, as David bowed his head in shame. His asshole still hurt from the rough fucking the Mandingos had given him last night, and this morning. Everyone wondered what Raul would do, as Duke openly declared David theirs. All eyes fell towards the rican leader as he simply wrapped his arm around Alex, and said...
"C'mon baby..., letz get outta here."
Carlos' mouth dropped as Raul escorted Alex towards the prison entrance. Duke smirked as the Mandingos heckled the ricans as they all followed Raul back into the prison. Even David was shocked that Raul didn't fight for him. It was the first time his older brother didn't try to clean up his mess. David felt abandon and lost, as Duke's boiz took to the game.
Pt-7
Inside, Carlos and the other Rootboiz grilled Raul on his decision to abandon David, but Raul stayed steadfast to his decision, citing that it was David's choice. "Anytime he wants out, all he has to do is say so!" he insisted.
On the walk back to their block, Alex whispered to Raul that it seemed obvious that David was ashamed and uncomfortably being Duke's new prison pussy. He questioned Raul's loyalty to his family if he was going to allow his brother to be misused and abused by Duke and his boiz. Raul got angry at Alex's residual feeling towards his brother, and wanted to discuss it later in their cell. He figured it was high time Alex got a good beat-down, to let him know who was boss in their cell block and to never question his authority. Alex didn't know what was in stored for him once he returned home. But Raul's plans were postponed when he saw the new additional member to his cell block (prisoner #181465807) in Carlos' cell, holding the Vietnamese prisoner (Phi Bui) flat against the wall, butt fucking him with a vengeance.
"What the fuck...?" yelled Carlos, angry that someone was in his cell fucking his personal private pussyboy.
Phi Bui had his pants down around his ankles, his hands flat against the wall as his face kissed the stones. He grunted and wailed loudly as the new prisoner fucked him unmercifully hard, his pants down around his ankles as well as he humped up into the Vietnamese boy's stricken pussy with deep, hard, ass splitting strokes. Carlos' first instinct was to rush in and yank the man off his bitch, then kick his ass for invading his cell; but the instinct quickly passed when he suddenly recognized the face of the new inmate...
"Dad...?" he called, as Romero Rodriguez turned and looked his sons in the face.
"Carlos! Raul!" he smiled, yanking his big hard dick from Phi Bui's wrecked hole. It swung and bobbed up and down and back and forth as he walked towards his boys with open arms. The two brothers hugged their dad in sweet surprise at the unexpected family reunion. Romero Rodriguez hadn't seen his boys in years, as he hugged them tightly while Phi Bui stood in the background reluctantly awaiting his return.
"What'r you doing here, dad?" asked Raul, breaking the hug as the other inmates started to disperse.
"Murder one.., what else?" said Romero, unconcerned. "Where's your brother? Where's David?" he asked, looking around for his third son.
Pt-9
Snake grunted and groaned around Blake's cock fucking in and out of his open mouth, as Alan Cooper rammed his own dick in and out of his stiffed ass. Snake felt completely humbled and humiliated lying between the two former officers, as they fucked his available holes full of hard cock. Bikers hated police, so getting fucked by former cops was about the lowest thing a biker could submit to. At one point not long ago, he was sitting pretty as one of Sarge's right hand men, a definite heir to the leadership seat once Sarge moved on. Now Sarge was dead (murdered), his thrown stolen, and Snake reduced to prison pussy for his killers. Snake hated what had become of him here in prison, but knew he had no choice if he didn't want to end up like Sarge, or Christopher Gardner (whore to the prison black populace, a fate worse than being police bitch-pussy).
Cooper held the former biker by his hips as he fucked into his spread butt cheeks, his cock sliding through the warm snug hole as he fucked him hard and deep. For Alan Cooper it was all about control and power. He loved making men feel as if they were nothing but extensions of his dick, as if they served no other purpose than to kneel before him and his brethren while they fucked them over and dumped them full of hot cum. As a police officer (in Precinct-23), he and his fellow officers (Bruce Gardner, Doug Whitmen, Donald Blake, and Joseph Justine) fucked over guys like Snake and Sarge, or minorities like Duke and Raul all the time; ramming their master dicks into the lesser men's unsuspecting assholes and stealing away their anal virginities. They loved watching the men cry over their lost manhoods, and nothing pleased them more than humiliating some brass nigger, some mouthy puertorican, or some lowlife biker trash looking for trouble.
And trouble is what they got when they came across the men of Precinct-23. Soon word got around that they were not men to be fucked with. Cooper loved watching the most mighty of them fall, cowering like bitches once they were dragged from their groups and gangs and isolated alone and naked. They begged for their lives, promising to do whatever perverted depraved order or idea the men in uniform could imagine. Every encounter always ended with the biker or minority's holes dripping with the officer's essence. In fact, they got such a rush from over powering these men, that fucking regular women they dated, just didn't seem to hold the same satisfaction.
Snake felt both dicks digging deep into his body from both ends. He'd been fucked royally since Terminator took over rule, declaring him `prison pussy' for the block. How many cocks invaded his mouth and asshole he wasn't sure, but his body had already begun changing to accept the massive meats that entered him daily. For one thing, his throat muscles had learned to relax while being violated, causing him to stop gagging as he swallowed cock after big thick spurting cock. His stomach and tastebuds had learned to like (and crave) the salty semen which gushed down into them ever so often. And his asshole seemed to open up and swallow cock as well, sucking and caressing the hot cum from the long shafts as they fucked in and out of him repeatedly.
He took Cooper's dick without flinching as the 7 inch upturned cock buried home with each thrust. Blake trapped his head between his hands, holding him steady as he pounded his mouth and throat with shorter, harder thrusts. Snake could tell by Blake's heavy breathing and wild fucking, that he was on the verge of losing his load. Blake fucked harder and harder into Snake's gaping mouth, his cock head plunging down into his wrecked gullet again and again as he neared climax. With a mighty shove and a bestial cry, Blake's cock pulsed and pumped thick heavy cream straight down the back of Snake's open throat, to puddle in his belly along with Justine's.
Meanwhile Cooper was still fucking the shit out of Snake's tattooed ass. His dick ran through the sucking rectum as their balls collided repeatedly. Cooper tightened his grip on Snake's hips when he heard Blake groan his release. Cooper fucked harder, wanting to cum at the same time as he pounded into the pale white ass before him. "I'm cumin too, man!" he announced as his cock piston in and out of the hole. "Take this cop cum, faggot! AAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!!" he yelled, filling Snake's anal canal with a new batch of fresh semen.
Snake's ass muscles flexed open and closed, milking the cock as it came. Cooper wanted to climb all the way up in the flexing hole, but had to settle for just his cock as his orgasm slowly subsided. Blake removed his cock as Snake sucked lovingly on the head to get all the sweet nectar from inside. Cooper removed his cock as well, leaving the hole gaping open and glistening freshly with new seed.
Snake remained on his hands and knees as the two officer left him. He looked over at Terminator (Gardner), and waited for his next move. Terminator got up from the desk where he had been watching the show live. His huge hard dick print could be seen pressing out his crotch as he stood upright. Snake's eyes fell upon it as his hole craved it inside him. Terminator laughed at the lustful look in Snake's once straight eyes, knowing he was now and forever a queer for life!
Terminator unzipped his pants, revealing his thick 9 inch white cock as it sprung into view. The other ex-officers all sat in silence as they watched Gardner cross the room. It's been awhile since they'd seen Terminator in sexual action. He'd always been the most dominating of the group, the man with the biggest penis and the means to use it. Snake eyed his big cock as it bounced and swayed its way across the room. Terminator walked around behind him, staring down at the ass his cellmate had just used. He slapped Snake on the ass, leaving a big red hand print just because he could. Snake grunted from the sharp pain as he looked back over his shoulder. Gardner pried open the ass cheeks as he stared down at the used hole. It certainly looked well used, as it lay there gaped open and glistening with cum and lube. Gardner lined his cock up to the opening, then shoved. Snake yelled aloud as the cock borrowed into him, piercing between the spreading cheeks as it buried deep inside him.
"Shut the fuck up!" ordered Gardner, slapping the ass again harder. Snake choked back another scream as Gardner bottomed out, slamming his big meaty balls into his as he churned his cock around in the cummy depths of his gut. "This pussy should be well used to getting fucked by now..., no need for all that yelling!"
Snake bit his lower lip to keep from making anymore unwanted noises as Gardner pulled back on his hips, pulling his thick fat cock from the murky depths of Snake's hole, only to drive his hips forward to re-bury it. Snake groaned painfully as his sphincter muscles stretched to accommodate the thick fat phallus fucking him.
Gardner grabbed Snake by his sweaty hair, yanking hard as he caused the 37 yr old man to rise up on his knees as his back slammed into Gardner's chest. Gardner pulled his head back until it was lying on his shoulder, even as he continued fucking his accepting ass with vengeful strokes. "You're nothing but a little pussy-girl!" he informed the former biker, still slamming his cock in and out of his ass as Snake held back his grunts and groans. "From now on you'll give up this pussy up to us, and only us unless told differently! Understood? You'll keep this cunt clean and wet for us whenever we want to fuck it! You won't refuse, you won't hesitate, and you won't complain as he use your trailer trash ass for what its worth! If I ever hear one word that you didn't do as I ordered..., I'll ship your stink worthless convict ass over to Duke and his big black dick boy posse before the cum in you dries! Do you understand bitch?"
"Yes! Yes, sir! I understand!" gasped Snake, his face twisted painfully as his hair was pulled tightly and his ass fucked royally.
Gardner released his hold on the man's head as he resumed fucking him with a vengeance. Snake fell back down to his hands and knees as his ass was fucked raw and without mercy. Cooper egged Gardner on, loving the way the big guy fucked his conquest. Cooper wished he had been blessed with a bigger cock just so he could wreck even more damage on his victims. While he usually left most of them withering around in pain from his rough fuckings, what he really wanted was to leave their asses ruined and bloody, so they would never ever forget he fucked them. His dick rose to full hard status again while he watched Gardner punk Snake. He was ready for round-2 already, and eagerly awaited his partner to finish what he started.
Terminator hadn't fucked any good ass in awhile (not since butt fucking his former partner Jake Valentine in the ass back in Precinct-23 chaps-8 & 18). But while Jake's hole was hot and tight on his big thick cock, Snake's well worn hole was quite the opposite, already showing signs of losing its snugness. Terminator knew fucking Snake for the duration of their prison stay, wasn't something he was looking forward to. His cock still ached for his former partner's. It angered him that Jake was probably out there giving the ass up HE broke in, to other guys (more than likely his new partner Malecee Cortez). Snake felt Gardner's thrusts grow harder and more rough with each passing minute. The cock head pierced deep into his gut every time the balls bang into his. Snake withered in pain as he tried to adjust to the massive meat moving through him, but Gardner's strokes got more and more aggressive as he thought of Jake Valentine giving up his anal hole to the rican officer.
Gardner thought back to the first time he fucked Jake, taking him on the floor of a crack house they intended to raid. Jake had no idea that it was a set up, all devised to have him killed by the drug dealer who were supposed to come in and find him there. Gardner fucked the living shit out of his partner, shove a nose full of Sextasy (cocaine) up his nostrils to stop his fighting. The high hit Jake's virgin system quickly as Gardner opened his asshole for the first time, leaving a huge load of cop cum deep in his gut to remind him of the event later. The second fucking took place in Jake's apartment, where Gardner tied him up to his bed at gun point, then raped him on his back in missionary position so he could see the face of his attacker when he came in him. Gardner had another extremely hard orgasm that day, cumming buckets of hot thick white sauce up in the young officer's burning butt.
Gardner hammered harder and harder into Snake's vulnerable asshole, taking out all of his aggression and frustration out on his enemy. Snake had no idea Gardner's passion was over Jake and not him, but he would definitely be the recipient of Gardner's thick gushing load as his cock throbbed wildly inside him. Gardner gripped his hips tighter, sinking his fingernails into the biker's skin as his cock suddenly swelled, then burst thick hot gooey load after thick hot gooey load of precious ball juice deep into Snake's accepting innards. Snake took the cum load happily as the cock jumped and jerked inside him like an electric probe. Before he knew it, Snake's own hard cock started spurting hot cum all over the bed beneath him, signifying his total crossover into submissive sex.
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