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/40 THE RIOT
Pt-1
The day begins like any other day at Piedmont Penitentiary.
52 yr old warden Dennis Ellis is sitting behind his desk, drinking his early morning coffee, going over paperwork, and waiting for his new assistant to arrive for his morning blow job. He checks his watch to see that his new assistant is late. `First official day on the job, and already facing disciplinary actions', --thought Ellis, his dick already hard in anticipation of the new mouth.
Pt-2
In the Aryan cell block, things were all abuzz as plans long put into motion were starting to unfold.
Aryan leader Bruce Gardner and his boys (Alan Cooper, Donald Blake, and Joseph Justine) gave specific instructions to his followers, sending them out into the prison with the mis-assumption that their actions today were to further the Aryan's position as drug leaders in the Cartel. He gave a big speech in the center of their block about how they were the smartest group in the prison, with the best resources around. Without them the other inmates would crumble with anarchy. "The Riot" they would cause today would assure them as the leaders they deserve to be as the only pure race amongst them all. The crowd of white men (mostly between the ages of 18-45) cheered with glee after the speech, all eager to do their part to assure them the respect they deserved. Gardner pulled Rick McDoogle aside, causing the 35 yr old to quiver nervously.
He wondered if Gardner had heard he was working as the black Warden's new assistant, and if he would angrily declare him as `tainted meat', rendering him a subservient to the untainted white pure breads.
"I hear you work with the Warden personally, now?" asked Gardner, taking McDoogle aside away from prying ears.
"Y...ye...yeah..., I just do little odd jobs for him, is all...!" lied Rick, afraid he might get beaten up for blowing a black man.
"No need to lie, Rick..., I've seen the video tapes of you sucking all the black inmates dicks down in Solitary Confinement! Don't forget, we've got cops on the payroll here." smiled Gardner, causing Rick to turn red with embarrassment. "I'm not going to punish you for liking black cock..., in fact, I encourage you to go back to the Warden's office today and give him the best blow job in your miserable cock sucking life. But when you're done..., I want you to take this razor, and cut it off! Do you understand?"
Rick's mouth dropped open at the thought of castrating another man.
"But...I can't...! They'll kill me if I hurt the Warden!" protested Rick.
"We'll kill you worse if you don't. Remember, you're nothing but a filthy coon lover to us. What red blooded white Aryan in here wouldn't want to strap you up by you hairless balls when they find that out? You're dead either way..., at least this way, you'll go down in Aryan history!"
Rick took the razor from Gardner and placed it carefully in his mouth atop his tongue. He knew he had no choice as he left the A-Block en-route to his prison job.
Gardner sent forth all of his subjects, with specific instructions and a synchronized time which the acts were to be carried out. While the Aryans all rushed to get into their pre-determined places and positions, Gardner had one last meeting with his crew.
"This is it!" he said enthusiastically, eager to get the ball rolling. "If all goes according to plan, we'll be free men in a few hours!"
"You SURE you got the correct maze?" asked Cooper, Gardner's right hand man. "I don't wanna get lost down in those underground caves, wasting time trying to find the right exit!"
"I have Sarge's notes!" re-assured Gardner. "Everything's set. With the Riot going on up here, we'll have plenty of time to find the right exit tunnel and our way to freedom down there!"
Joseph and Blake smiled widely as freedom was within reach. Gardner had made plans with outside contacts to have them picked up and arranged new identities so they could live pretty normal lives incognito. Facing long prison terms for corruption, intimidation, abuse of authority, assault, battery, extortion, and conspiracy to commit murder, --escape seemed the most logical reason to waiting parole.
"If I'm about to taste freedom, I want one last piece of ass from this worthless cunt!" announced Cooper, approaching a bound Snake as he lay naked on a cum stained cot which had become his added prison within a prison since Sarge's death (chap-24, pt-3). "So how bout it asswipe? One more fuck for the road?" asked Cooper, stripping his clothes as he prepared to fuck the naked biker.
Oliver (Snake) Ross lay bound in bed, his holding place for most of the day and all of the night. As punishment for opposing Gardner and his crew when they first arrived, Snake had to be their personalized pussyboy, taking all 4 ex-cops whenever and however they pleased.
Snake was a biker in his past life. A road-hog with his face to the wind. He spent most of his time in bike gangs, cruising across America, making pit stop robberies whenever they could to pay for booze, drugs, broads and gas. He never considered himself gay or even bisexual until now.
Being tied down and forced to let men fuck him at will would fuck over any man's mental state. Snake was no exception. He lay in bed, his 8 and 1/2 inch cock rock hard as he awaited Cooper to mount him. Cooper was a white male, 6-2, 180 lbs, with sandy blonde (slightly receding) hair and a 7 inch banana shaped cock. Cooper was the definition of the Energizer Bunny, he could fuck for hours, cumming a multitude of times.
He climbed down on the bed between Snake's legs. Snake lift and spread his legs voluntarily, knowing the drill. He'd been fucked by Cooper and his buddies countless times over the last months, turning his once tight asshole into total boy-pussy.
Cooper aimed his cock and pushed in, not even bothering to lube the hole first. He knew Snake had several loads of cum in him from previous fucks during the day and night, adding any unnecessary lube would only result in making his hole too lose to fuck. Snake grunted painfully as the cock bore through his dry hole, burrowing deep into his moist cum filled rectum.
"aaaaarrrrhhhh, maaaannnn...!" groaned Snake, his anus throbbing as it snapped and pulsed around Cooper's meat. Cooper loved the temporary tight seal as the hole fought to expel him. He ground his pelvis into Snake's ass cheeks, churning his banana cock around in the chute before fucking it.
On the withdrawal, Cooper's cock was coated in cum, lubed completely by the massive loads filling Snake's colon. It helped make his anal ring slicker, making Cooper's second thrust and thereafter easier. Cooper immediately felt the difference in friction as the asshole quickly adjusted to his dick and loosened. He fucked in and out of the former biker, drilling his deep hole with the entire length of his manhood.
Gardner chuckled at Cooper's insatiable need to fuck, while Blake and Justine watched envious. They too were deciding if they should have one last fuck before leaving? Once on the run, who knew when they would get the chance to fuck again?
Cooper leaned in over Snake's prone body in pushup position as he fucked the asshole beneath him. The tiny spring bed bounced and squeaked loudly as they fucked like animals. Cooper wasn't interested in any prolonged moves, just straight sex. He fucked on instinct as his slammed his hips into Snake over and over. Snake grunted repeated with every inward plunge into his body. He'd gotten used to be the ex-officers boy-toy, taking their cocks up to 10 times per day, with Cooper being the most active. He fucked Snake at least 5 times daily, usually hammering his hole for repeated back to back sessions. Blake fucked him 2 to 3 times per day, while Justine did 1 to 2 times. Gardner (whom Snake found the most appealing) only fucked him a couple of times per week. Gardner was the most repelled by Snake's physical (biker) appearance, his multiple tattoos and long stringy ponytail turned the 43 yr old officer off completely. He only fucked Snake when his loins could stand no more pressure and needed release. Only then was Snake's colon lucky enough to receive his whopping 9 inch long white cock, and part with his generous seed. Snake often came without touching himself when Gardner fucked him, loving the way the dominate ex-cop loomed over him superiorly.
Gardner watched Cooper fuck Snake harder, driving his cock through the biker trash with piston like speed. Gardner's dick started to rise in his pants as he too began to wonder if he should get in one last prison fuck before heading to Colorado to see his wife and her new fiancé?
Pt-3
In the prison cafeteria, Muhammad and Abdul sat with their Muslim brethren reluctantly. Abdul begged Muhammad to sit at another table, away from them as he was still fuming over the way they treated Muhammad while he was in Solitary. But Muhammad refused to let his personal feelings cloud his religious responsibilities.
He walked proudly over to the Muslim's table, and sat humbly at the end seat where the lesser members reside. Abdul saw the smug look on Rashad's face as he smiled within, gleaming as he successfully stole Muhammad's place and seat.
Abdul sat down across from Muhammad, completely enraged as Muhammad motioned for him to clam down. Abdul noticed the new young boi seated beside Rashad. He'd never seen him before and wondered why he was seated as Rashad's right hand? The boy looked no older than 18-19, a scared and humiliating expression on his timid face. Abdul wondered what was the nature of his relationship with Rashad?
Rashad went about his duty, informing the bruthas on their daily agenda and what they were expected to accomplish that day. He spoke of `fallen heroes', and how no one should put their faith in anyone above the lord. He reminded members to come to HIM if they needed guidance and understanding, not others who had fallen short of their position. Muhammad knew the latter comments were directed towards him alone. Muslim bruthas still came up to him for counseling and advise, bypassing Rashad sometimes completely. To many of them, Muhammad was still their leader, he just no longer carried the pristine title.
Back in their prison cell, Abdul expressed his outrage in how they were treated. After all the years they devoted to the organization, he was angry that they could turn their backs on them so easily. He asked Muhammad to denounce the religion with him, to reclaim their birth names (Derek Bright and Cameron Winters) and become regular men in the prison system. But Muhammad was against it, refusing to leave his religion because of a couple of "bad apples."
"Bad apples?" repeated Abdul. "Those bad apples left you in Solitary Confinement to die! They didn't expect to see you return at all!" yelled Abdul, lividly. "How could you stay loyal to a religion that would see you suffer like that? How could you still devote your time and patience to men who would abandon you to save their own asses, and not even lift a finger to aid yours?" questioned Abdul, genuinely
"I can't abandon my religion just because things got hairy Abdul, that's not how religion works. It's there as a guide, to lead you into the after life and make you a better, stronger, more reliable member of society. If I was to abandon Islam just because some men failed to aid me in their judgment, that wouldn't say too much about me as a receiver of the knowledge and wisdom Ali graced upon me. I have to forgive them of their ignorance, and grow as a person through my struggles. Without Islam and Ali to guide me, I'd be prone to repeat the mistakes of my past, probably returning to a life or drugs and crime, which would undoubtedly lead me right back here or worse! And believe my brutha, you wouldn't have liked the old me. No one did. Not even me."
"I understand, Muhammad, I do..., it's just hard to forgive when I see how badly they continue to treat you! You don't deserve this!" said Abdul, wishing things were different.
Muhammad reached out and touched Abdul's arm, wishing he could do more. Abdul saw the look in Muhammad's eyes, as he too wanted to do more. But they both knew any physical expressions would have to wait until night time, after lights out to insure their privacy. Men got caught fucking men all the time during the day, and getting ragged on by other men who claim they never fuck around solely because they were never caught.
Pt-4
In the `fish tank' (the Processing Rooms where they keep the new convicts being processed through the administration office), Maleece Cortez is awaiting entry. His boss (Captain McConnell) of the Philadelphia Police Department had gotten the okay to let him go into the prison system undercover as a convicted felon, --his eyes and ears on the inside on the criminal side of the fence.
Maleece (going under the alias Roc') came in that morning with the rest of the new inmates. There were 10 inmates in all, traveling by highway to their new home away from home in the Philadelphia Round House (police headquarters).
Roc' was carried out of the Round House in shackles with the rest of the prisoner, and locked aboard the transport bus taking them to Piedmont. Once there, they would set for hours while being processed. Afterwards, they would be given their new prison attire and assigned a cell. Roc' was nervous about his assignment, but knew it was the quickest way to impress the Captain and let him know that he was ready to be promoted to Detective.
After the ride into the prison, each inmate was stripped and searched by prison guards. Roc' stripped down to his birthday suit along with the other prisoners. A tough looking white guy named Axe stood behind Cortez, staring down at him while they waited in line to be searched.
Roc' could feel the inmate's hot breath on the back of his neck as he stood closely behind him. Roc' ignored him, knowing the big guy was trying to `punk' him early, sizing him up for a later confrontation.
Roc' was called up next for inspection as he faced a handful of officers. The main one changed his Latex gloves after finishing with the last inmate. "Open your mouth" he ordered. Roc opened his mouth as the officer peered inside, running his gloved finger along the gum lines looking for razor blades, drug bags, or needles inmates sometimes try to smuggle in. Then he made Roc lift his arms as he checked his underarms for taped drugs. He squat down in front of the undercover officer and began checking his genitals, lifting his heavy ball sack to make sure there was no contraband anywhere insight.
"Bend over" ordered another officer, parting Roc's ass cheeks to check his ass crack and shove a curious finger in his hole. Roc jumped as the lubed finger pierced his anal ring, probing the deep rectum. "Okay, he's clear. Next!"
"Nice ass." said Axe, as Roc stood upright and moved to another officer nearby.
"No talking!" yelled the inspecting officer, as he changed gloves and ordered Axe to open his mouth. Axe did as told as the officer ran his finger along the gums. He checked Axe's hairy armpits and then squat down to check his penis. The officer was surprised to see it rock hard. He looked up at Axe curiously.
"Told you he had a nice ass." smiled Axe. The officer shook his head as he inspected the hardon for narcotics and needle marks. Axe bent over as his hairy anus was fingered, then he was excused from line. He eyed Roc as he walked over and stood directly next to him while another inmate was being searched.
"Try anything funny with my ass, and that hardon of yours will be snapped in half!" whispered Roc, ending any ideas Axe had of fucking him upfront.
"Good..." said Axe, smiling broadly. "...I like a challenge."
Pt-5
"Yeah...! Yeah...! Take that cock, mother fucker! Take all that cop cock you slimy low life ass eater!!" yelled Cooper, fucking hard into Snake's vulnerable asshole.
Snake groaned and grunted from the heavy pounding, his asshole used to the rough treatment as Cooper did his best to fuck a hole clear through his back.
He called Snake every demeaning name in the book, humiliating him as he hocked great gobs of spit onto the inmates' face and open mouth. Snake took the humiliation with a grain of salt. He stared up into the face of his attacker, relaxing and tightening his anal muscles to suck and stroke Cooper's cock and milk the hot cum right out of him.
He'd learned how to use his anal muscles to please his attackers, making them cum harder and quicker as they filled his gut with their sperm. Snake found himself enjoying most of the fuckings, taking the officers dicks whenever the notion hit them. He only wished he had access to stroke his own cock, as his wrists were always usually bound to insure obedience.
"aaahhh...ahhhhhh...aaarrrrrhhhhhhhhhh...!!" came Cooper, firing rapid loads of cum into Snake's ass. Snake groaned heatedly as his asshole was filled once more with a copious mass of cop sperm. Cooper yanked his cock from Snake's gaping hole as he hopped up from the bed. "Who's next?" he asked, looking at his cellmates.
"Too late for that..." said Gardner, looking at his watch. "...you'd better get dressed if you plan on going with us. Shit's about to go down on; five...four...three...two...one!"
Outside in the Yard, Aryan members play a rough game of basketball with a handful of black inmates. The Aryan game plan was to make the game as physical as possible, starting a fight with the blacks as an Aryan elbows a black guy in the face purposely. When the black inmate protest, the Aryan reaches down into his pant legs and brandishes a weapon, which he then plunges into the black man's chest. A huge fight erupts as guards standing watch on the wall sound the alarms. At that very moment in the Recreations Room, another fight involving the Aryans and puertoricans jump off, with one of the Aryans gutting the stomach of a rican inmate who was getting the best of him. In the prison library, a black inmate is getting his dick serviced well by Gramps (the prison's librarian). An Aryan inmate stands in line behind him, seemingly awaiting his turn in the old toothless man's mouth. But just as the black man starts to moan and cum, filling Gramp's mouth and throat with a heavy load of spent sperm, --the Aryan inmate pulls a knife and slits the throat of the man in front of him. Blood spurts out all over Gramps as he's swallowing the dying man's last load. The Aryan turns the knife on men waiting behind him, slashing at anyone of ethnic background or complexion. In the prison's Laundry Room where most of the inmates make their earnings, Aryan members begin knifing anyone standing nearby, sending blood and gore everywhere as inmates fight for their lives. In a stairwell, prisoner Davis Wood was being fucked by a group of inmates who simply grabbed him and started to fuck him. As a newly formed prison bitch, Davis gave in, knowing fighting would only cause him further injury. He was getting his mouth and ass fucked simultaneously when the fight reached the stairwell. A ruckus broke out when an Aryan came in and started slashing. The man fucking Davis fell over on his back while bleeding all over him. Inmates rushed to subdue the attacker but were cut deeply in the process. The Aryan was captured however, and stabbed to death by another inmate who carried his own weapon. "What the fucks going on here?" he asked, as they looked out into the prison to see the riot in full swing. In Duke's cell, Phi-Bui (the Geisha) was getting fucked by one of Duke's regulars when the Riot alarms started. "Yo..." called Wyome, running up the catwalk to Duke's cell. "...prison riot's in full swing, man! The Aryan's are warring with everybody! It's a fucking blood bath!" he said, causing a gang of black men to storm from the cell block to help the fight. The inmate fucking Phi-Bui was pulled off by Duke, who kicked him out of his cell. "Yo, go find Marvin and Amahd, I want all my men to report to me now!" ordered Duke, wanting to keep guard over the drugs and loot he had stashed about his cell. He knew everyone was fair game in a prison riot, even him. In Warden Ellis' office, Aryan inmate Rick McDoogle was on his hands and knees, deep throating the Warden's mighty tool as he held the razor hidden in the palm of his hand. He really enjoyed deep throat the black cock, and didn't look forward to cutting it off after it came. All during the blow job he worried if he could do it. He knew he'd face worse once the riot was over and he had to face Gardner and the other Aryans for punishment for loving black cock. He bobbed his head faster, making Ellis groan as his thick cock swelled and started to erupt thick rich potent spurts of salty jizm in Rick's stretched throat. Rick was grateful for the sperm as it burned it's was down his esophagus to empty into his craving stomach. He loved the way the cock pulses and spits its thick rich seed into his sucking mouth, making him swallow each gush as it burst through the flaring head in rapid succession. Just then the alarms sound, causing Ellis to jump out of his climatic daze as he looks around the room. "What the fuck...?!" he shouts, nearly jumping out of his skin. Rick is still on his knees, his mouth still wrapped around the pulsating tool still oozing fresh sperm. He holds the razor in his hand, looking cross eyed down the thick black shaft between his lips. His heart is pounding as he stared at the pulsing veins in Ellis' cock. He gripped the razor tightly, knowing it was either Ellis or him. He got ready to slice the blade through the dick when Ellis' emergency door flung open, and in ran officer Peachtree. "There's a riot, sir! We must get you and personnel to safety!" Rick saw his opportunity slip away as Ellis yanked his deflating dick from his mouth and pulled up his pants. "Take this trash back to his cell, I'll find my own way out!" ordered Ellis.
"Let's go!" ordered Gardner, leading his crew and a host of others (including Lucas [Luke] Murphy and Moe [Hammer] Stanley) out of their cell block and down the corridor where prison guard Joseph Dobbins led him mere weeks ago (chap-29, pt-1). They ignore the ciaos and police in riot gear as they head for the closed off stairwell leading into the prison's basement. "Down here!" yelled Gardner, shoving the unlocked door open as 20 to 30 Aryan inmates poured into the stairwell. They run down the metal stairs, sounding like a stampede as Gardner and his crew led them to freedom.
They pass through a series of corridors until they get to an old steel door locked with heavy chains. Gardner ordered one of his best lock pickers to pick the lock, granting them quick and easy access into the prison's underground tunnels.
"Which way...?" asked Hammer, as the group poured into the dimly lit underground.
"I'm not sure..., it was dark when I came down!" said Gardner, looking confused. "That way!" he pointed, sending the crowd of noisy men in the wrong direction. Gardner and his men hung back, allowing the Aryans to get far ahead before taking the correct route.
Pt-6
Marvin was on one of the prison pay phones talking to his mother when the riot started. All circuits were cut off by prison guards to prevent any outside contacts. Marvin heard the alarms before he realized the commission.
"Marv'...!!" yelled Genuwine, running up on him as inmates dashed left and right, fighting each other and going wild. Marvin heard Genuwine as he ran up on him. "I been looking all over for you man..., a riot's broke out! The Aryans'r fucking up everybody!"
"For real?" asked Marvin, feeling an adrenaline rush burst through him. "Let's go crack some cracker skullz!" he said, punching his fist into his palm.
"No man! Let's do our plan!" said Genuwine, stopping Marvin in his tracks. "Now's the perfect time, while the prison's haywire! We can go in and rush him off guard!"
"Off guard? There's a riot! He'll be on guard and carrying weapons to make sure his shit's safe!" countered Marvin.
"But he won't be expecting the attack to be from his two closest men!" reasoned Genuwine. "We have to find Amahd and get this party started!!" he said, leading the way back to their block.
They found Raymond Sherman (Amahd) in his cell, fighting inmates that tried to steal his electronics.
"Amahd!" called Genuwine, pushing his way through the dense crowd. Raymond let him and Marvin into his cell as inmates ripped apart every other cell that was not closely guarded.
"You see this shit? What the fuck's happening?" asked Ray, worried about his shit.
"We're going after Duke, NOW!" informed Genuwine, causing Ray's eyes to widen.
"Now? While all this shit's going on?" he asked.
"Can you think of a better time when Duke's men are too busy to guard him?" asked Genuwine.
"But what about my stuff?" asked Ray, looking around his room lovingly.
"Anything you want from Duke's cell, you can have!" promised Genuwine, making Ray think twice.
"Okay, I'm in!" he said, following the two men to Duke's cell.
Pt-7
Duke was beating niggas over the head with a club whenever they came too close to his cell door. Phi-Bui coward in back, forgetting his past life as a banger in his asian street gang. Duke was happy to see his two biggest henchmen (Marvin & Ray) walking up the catwalk toward his cell. He beat in a few more heads just for the thrill of it, then gave his men access into his sanctum.
"This some weird shit right here!" said Duke, looking out into the riot. "Muthafuckers breaking up everything in sight! I want you two standing guard at my cell door, we can't let ONE of those greedy muthafuckers in here to steal my shit! Duke ain't going out like that! No fucking way!"
Marvin and Ray looked at each other, then Marvin hulled off and punched Duke straight in the face. Duke fell backwards off guard, his face hurting instantly as his muscles tensed for a fight.
"You fuckin dum..." before Duke could say anything, Marvin and Ray were on top of him, beating him down with a fury of hard hitting blows. Duke fought back, no slouch at getting jumped, but for every punch he threw, two more were being thrown back (hard).
Genuwine ran into the cell with a pipe he found, and began hitting Duke's legs with it. The three men punched, kicked, pounded, and beat Duke until his body stopped fighting back. Lying bruised and bloody, the men picked him up off the floor of his cell and threw him face down onto his bed.
"Now what?" asked Ray, wondering what to do next.
"This...!" said Genuwine, pulling a pocket knife from his sock as he sliced a slit right up Duke's prison pants to expose his black ass. Genuwine pulled the ripped material open as the entire muscled ass came into view. "I go first, since it was MY plan!" he said, spitting a gob of saliva into his fingers as he massaged them into Duke's ass crack to find his tightly puckered hole.
Duke stirred as Genuwine fingered his tight black bud. Genuwine pulled his hardon out of the fly of his pants, and aimed it up to Duke's crack as he prepared to fuck the self proclaimed `Black King'. Duke wailed inaudibly as Genuwine pushed his 7 inch boner right into Duke's tightly resisting anus.
"Hold him down! Hold him down!!" yelled Genuwine, losing leverage as Duke started to struggle and resist.
Genuwine felt the anal sphincter clamp down around his dick head, trying to severe it from his body as he tried to push the rest of his dick up into the ass. Duke pulled against the men holding him, using his muscles and his body weight to try to flip Genuwine off. Genuwine pushed and pushed, forcing more and more of his dick into the resisting anus. It was a fight of wills, one trying to conquer while the other tried to protect. Duke felt himself losing ground when he felt Genuwine's hairy pelvis slap into his buttock, then heard the 27 yr old scream; "I'm in! Time to pay the piper mother fucker!"
to be continued...
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