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/48 SECRETS, LIES, AND EXORCISMS
Pt-1
26 yr old Raul Rodriguez lays on a small cot in Solitary Confinement, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating his life to date. Unaware of time, he hears the cell doors unlock as the bright lights of the hall come looming in on him. He shields his eyes from the hateful glare as he peer through his fingers to see who has come to visit.
"Raul Rodriguez..., you're free to go." said the voice of one of the guards.
"It's 24 hours already?" asked Raul, getting up off the bunk as he heads for the door.
Back in population, 24 yr old Marcellus Vasquez waits impatiently for Raul's return. His excitement mounts when he sees his `man' coming in the distance. The prison guard unlocks the gate allowing Raul back into population where Marcellus is practically waiting with open arms.
"How was your night?" he asked, following beside Raul as he headed towards the cafeteria for breakfast chow.
"Fucked!" explained Raul in a word.
"I bet!" said Marcellus, trying to be casual but looking more like a love sick puppy. "With no one to take care of that dick for you, I bet you're in real need of some head right now, eh? If not something more?" he asked (or better yet, hoped).
"Not really..." said Raul. "...I just wanna grab some grub and get back to business!" he added, giving Marcellus the brush off.
Pt-2
As usual the breakfast line was long as inmates pile in for the first meal of the day. Segregated by choice (the Aryans on one side, the Puerto-ricans on another, and the Blacks on yet another), Raul sits with his own kind as head of his table next to his brother Carlos.
During breakfast Carlos fills Raul in on the secret meeting of the Cartel he missed while in Confinement. He spoke of the deal they made as Block leaders, and the new shipment of drugs slighted to enter the prison any day now. While discussing the Cartel meeting, Carlos informed his brother about the orgy they had after.
"Orgy...?" asked Raul, never recalling one when he was in control with Duke and Sarge.
"Yea..., Axe –that's the new Aryan boi, asked each Block head to pick a whore from our block for the others to fuck in good faith!"
"Who did you pick?" asked Raul, curiously.
"Well..., Genuwine got this big baldhead number that resembled a mini-Duke named T-Bo, Axe got that biker guy that used to run with Sarge named Snake, and I got Marcellus!"
"Marcellus...??" asked Raul, nearly dropping his spoon.
"Yea man, and he was GOOD too! Took two guys on at once, made both of them nut in him! He's a real player, dawg..., we should've been tapping that ass a long time ago!" said Carlos, going on to explain how he and Roc fucked T-Bo, Pablo and Marvin fucked Snake, and Axe and Genuwine fucked Marcellus. Raul got even madder when he realized Genuwine's name mentioned in yet another botched relationship of his. He grit his teeth angrily as he sat and listened to the entire story blow by nasty blow.
Not far away Malik Jones was standing Guard over the breakfast rush. He paced the floor slowly, watching for violence or weapons not permitted in the area. Casually he walked over to officer Darrin Daniels and stood beside him. The two struck up a polite conversation where they shared in occasional laughter. From his table a few yards away, prison inmate Marvin Rollins sat watching Malik's every move. His eyes narrowing as he witness the not so harmless flirting before his eyes. Anger quickly built in him as he became jealous, fighting the urge to run over there and crack skullz.
Pt-3
52 yr old prison Warden Dennis Ellis sits behind his desk looking at his watch. He'd only been there a good 15 minutes when he looked down at the Aryan white boy kneeling between his legs. 35 yr old Rick McDoogle was busy bobbing his head up and down, swallowing Ellis' big 8 inch fat uncut cock as if there was no tomorrow.
Ellis came in with a hardon, Rick was sitting there in his waiting room right on time. With a stale "hello" to his trusted secretary (Sally), he motioned for Rick in his office and dropped his draws. Rick had already managed one load out of Ellis' sausage, and was now working on seconds.
Ellis sat back, his tie loose around his thick neck as he watched the skinny white boy suck his dick like a pro. Rick took the fat black cock into his throat over and over, loving the way it filled his throat completely as his pointy nose nestled in Ellis' pubic bush. McDoogle breathed in deeply every time his nose was buried, loving the smell of the big black man's body with his dick lodged in his throat.
Slowly McDoogle would rise his head, dragging his thin lips up the fat girth before suckling wildly on the swollen head for nectar.
Ellis lay back and enjoy the perks his position had to offer. As Warden of an all male prison, he had his practical pick of men willing to whore themselves for just the slightest slice of freedom from behind the gates: free cigarettes, air conditioning, candy sweets, chocolates, cable TV, and other treats make sucking the Warden's dick once or twice a day well worth the escape.
Rick sucked Ellis' thick dark column as he hungrily slurped the fat glands like a gluten. Ellis was impressed by Rick's tenacity as he gobbled up the hard dick like candy. After another 20 minutes of straight uninterrupted sucking, Ellis felt his bloated balls tighten as his dick swelled thicker and started hosing round after round of thick rich seed into Rick's numb throat. The hot cum was soothing to his sore throat muscles as he sucked and swallowed everything the Warden had to offer.
"That's enough..." said Ellis, pushing Rick's head away. Rick sat back on his heels, licking his swollen lips as he hungered for more of the Warden's cum. Rick watched sorrowfully as Ellis tucked away his shrinking meat and began straightening his clothes. "You're dismissed!" he said, as Rick got up off the floor and headed for the door.
In the waiting room was 39 yr old Abdul Shabott, waiting to see the Warden. "Come in, Abdul!" called Ellis from his seat. Rick stared Abdul up and down jealously as the two men passed in the doorway. Rick wondered if Abdul was Ellis' next dick sucking appointment? "Close the Door!" ordered Ellis.
"You wanted to see me?" asked Abdul, shutting the door in Rick's face.
"I got a visit from your boyfriend, --Muhammad!" said Ellis, sternly. Abdul felt a shiver run up his spine. "Remember the deal we had...?" (chap-36, pt-1). "...you're supposed to be keeping Muhammad out of my hair, yet here he is causing ripples about the new religion I allowed to set up shop!"
"I...I'll talk to him...!" said Abdul, nervously.
"You'd better!" warned Ellis. "I won't have a repeat of the Inquire incident! I won't have inmates writing to editors complaining about things in MY prison! If you can't get Muhammad to drop his pursuits, I'll have to do it myself..., MY way!"
"I...I...I will...!" stammered Abdul, frightened of Ellis' tactics.
Pt-4
Returning from breakfast, Roc (Malecee Cortez) walks back towards A-Block through one of the many prison corridors. Malecee knows the prison is usually teeming from overflow, but notices that the hall is eerily empty today. Sensing danger, he ventures forth cautiously. Midway through the corridor walks in Cross, a 6 foot 4 inch tall bald white man resembling Mr Clean. With him is Lucus Luke' Murphy and Moe Hammer' Stanley.
Malecee hesitates as Cross ventures forward. Behind Malecee are two more Aryans: Rally and Cody (last seen in chap-6, pt-3).
"Five against one..." said Malecee aloud as the men closed in slowly. "...hardly seems fair..."
"Fair?" asked Luke, still slighted about being passed up in rank for Aryan leader (chap-46, pt-3). "Is it fair that YOU walk up in here out of nowhere and get picked for a position we're all more suited for?"
"That's an issue you should be taking up with Axe." said Malecee.
"We're takin' it up with you!" said Cross, standing head and shoulders over the others.
"Yeah..., we all wanna see what kinda balls you got!" said Hammer, grabbing his package suggestively.
Malecee looked around, seeing the tension in the men's eyes as they enclosed the gap in around him.
"Look fellas..., lets just talk this through..." offered Malecee, throwing up his hands defensively.
"Fuck that!!" said Cody, running up to punch Roc.
Malecee blocked Cody's punch with his left arm, then socked him hard across the jaw with his right. Cody fell to the ground like a sack of bricks as Malecee quickly turned and kicked Cross in the groin. Cross lets out a yip as he clutches his nuts painfully. Hammer, Luke, and Rally rushed in at once, each throwing punches wildly, even hitting each other in the process. Malecee fought back valiantly, swinging blindly with all the force his 5 foot 10 inch medium muscular body could muster. Trained by the Police Academy for just such emergencies, he manages to beat each inmate eventually. While Malecee pounded Hammer's face, Luke jumped on his back only to be body slammed backwards into a wall. 5 minutes after the fight started, it ended with all five Aryans lying scattered on the ground. Malecee staggered off, holding his bruised ribs as he made his way back to A-Block.
In the wings stood Morgan `Axe' Holloway, having set up the whole scene.
Pt-5
In the Chapel, David Rodriguez awaited his first cleansing as a full fledged member of the Brotherhood. Dressed in a long gray robe, he escorted his first inmate into one of the tiny room and drew the drape for privacy.
The inmate in question was Aryan member Steve Rupert, convicted of far too many crimes to list. He watched and waited for the annoying foreplay (prayer) to end. He'd been to the chapel for "cleansings" everyday since the Chapel opened. He stood there stroking his 8 inch hardon while waiting for the prayer to end. David circled him several times as he muttered the prayer before kneeling down before him. Seeing the hard white cock standing full length before him, he removed his hood and leaned in and took the hard dick into his mouth.
"Bout fuckin' time!" snarls Steve, grabbing David's head as he started to roughly fuck his face.
David struggled to keep up with the thrusts as Steve's thick 8 inch cock pierced his throat and stretched his neck muscles. He fought to relax his throat as the cock fucked deep into his oral cavity.
"Take that fuckin' cock, you fuckin' spic trash! Yeh! Yeh..., open that throat boy! Eat that white cock! Take it all! Choke on my cum!!" ordered Steve, his hairy balls slapping repeatedly against David's smooth chin as his cock pummeled nothing but throat.
"Yeh..., you nasty wetbacks'r good for nothin' but swallowing a white man's cum! Eat that cock you worthless nigger with straight hair! Yeh! I'm a blow a big load straight down yur throat, make yur belly big with my cum load you fuckin' chi-chi slut!! You like that cock, cock sucker? You want that white man's pure white load, don't you? Yur body's craving for this cock's cum, ain't it bitch? Take that dick! Yeh! Work it with yur tongue! Yur such a fuckin' slut, bet you've spent most of yur life suckin' spic cock in alleyways! Fuck that's hot!"
David closed his ears to everything the racist white man said as he opened his throat to him. He could feel the plunging cock swell in his throat as Steve's thrusts got wilder, he felt the man's fists tighten in his hair as his cock suddenly burst bitter-sweet scum down the back of his throat and straight into his stomach.
"Fuck Yeh!!" groaned Steve, churning his dick down David's throat.
When he was done cumming, he shoved the Monk's head off his cock and tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks spic...!" he said before leaving. David gathered his wits, reminding himself that The Divine Culture' preaches one should turn a cheek to ignorance and prejudice, that the exorcisms' are more important and giving enough `cleansings' they will extract all the hate and sin from the hosts body. David chanted this verse in his head as he donned his hood and exited the booth.
"Yo man..., I wanna a fuckin' cleansin'!" yelled Dre (one of the black inmates [last seen in chap-45, pt-2]), rubbing his hard bulge.
"This way..." said David, leading him back into the booth.
Pt-6
Malecee Cortez (Roc) laid back in his cell bunk, holding his tender ribs as he tried to find a comfortable spot to lay. He closed his eyes and tried to do as Malik Jones suggested by keeping his goal in sight.
His boyfriend Jake Valentines enters his mind as his cock instantly begins to rise in his pants. He's tempted to reach down and stroke it, even with the pain he feels. His imagination is interrupted when Axe walked into his cell, causing Malecee to sit upright, trying to mask his injuries.
"Good work yesterday with the Cartel meeting..." said Axe, walking in uninvited. "Who'd've thought an ole biker boy like myself would be helping to run a prison Cartel?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "How bout those ethnic pussy-boys we fucked, eh...?" he laughed, rubbing his hand up and down Malecee's thigh. "...we fucked the shit out of their asses! Bet it won't be long before they'll be back begging for some more white cock!"
Malecee watched closely as Axe's hand ventured up towards his crotch. Mal grabbed Axe's hand just before he could palm his hardon.
"You know I don't go for that shit, Axe!" insisted Cortez.
"Yea..., I know. Can't blame a man for trying, eh?" asked Axe, getting up from the bed. "But I can't just walk off and leave my Aryan brother with a stiff hardon like that without helping him get rid of it!" said Axe, motioning for Snake to come in. Malecee's eyes widened when he saw the ex-biker turned pussy-boy walk into his cell. "At least let the reptile blow you again, I know you love it!"
"Axe, no...I'm okay!" insisted Mal.
"Bullshit! Suck his dick!" ordered Axe, taking a seat at the desk as Snake got down on his knees beside Malecee's bed and began undoing his prison slacks.
Malecee protests became weaker and weaker as Snake pulled his 7 and 1/2 inch hardon into the open.
"Don't do this man..." he pleaded as Snake licked his lips, then swallowed Malecee's cock whole. "OOOOoooo..." groaned Malecee, feeling the back of Snake's throat envelope his cock like a cast. He lay back in bed helplessly as Snake bobbed his head up and down his hard pole, giving him some of the nastiest head he'd ever had as Axe leaned against the desk and watched with a smile.
Snake had become quite good at cock sucking since being forced to do it by Gardner and his crew. He sucked the entire cock as he ran his lips and tongue simultaneously (expertly) up and down the hard shaft. He sucked hungrily like a man possessed, devouring Malecee's cock like a snake does its prey. Cortez was forced (due to his injuries and his hungry loins) to lay back and enjoy as he felt the ex-biker's mouth move slickly up and down his dick. Stopping occasionally only to suck his hairy ball sack, Snake worked his mouth up and down Malecee's manhood with skill and expertise, no stopping for rest or breathe as he whipped it on the undercover cop like a paid professional. He could taste the pre-cum from Mal's dick as he bobbed faster. All too soon he felt the cock throbbing, then was rewarded with a 7 shots of tasty cum which he quickly drank down. Malecee fell back in bed, utterly exhausted and ready to sleep.
"Good work, bitch!" said Axe, motioning for Snake to turn around and do him next. Snake whipped around on his knees and took Axe's cock into his mouth, swallowing it down to the root. Axe grabbed his head, guiding it roughly up and down his cock shaft as he watched Roc fall off into a light snore.
Pt-7
D-BLOCK
Raul walked back to his cell, his mind twisted with anger and images. He sees his father falling off the rail of the catwalk, falling 3 stories to his death on the hard cemented floor below. He sees his body lying in a casket, his mother, friends, and other family members standing around weeping over their loss. Raul feel responsible for his father's death, and with no one to talk to about it, he feels like a boiling pot on a hot stove ready to blow.
"Raul...!" called Marcellus, standing in Ra's cell when he returned. "You okay...?" he asked concerned, wondering why Raul wasn't interested in dumping a load as soon as he was released?
"Did you miss me?" asked Raul curiously, stepping into the cell.
"Of course, man..., what's wrong? Did they do something to you in Confinement?" asked Marcellus.
"How was the party?" asked Raul, keeping a distance between him and Marcell.
"What party?"
"The Cartel party..., I heard you were one of the party whores! That you got fucked by a that nigger Genuwine and some nasty ass Aryan!" revealed Raul.
"Ra'..., its not what you think, man! I only did it because Pablo said it was to help you and the Cartel...!"
"Bullshit!" yelled Raul. "You talking all this shit about wanting to be my boi n'shit..., and here I'm gone ONE day and you lettin' some fucking nigger and Aryan honky fuck you like some nasty street whore!!"
"Raul, please..., let me explain...!" pleaded Marcellus, reaching out for him.
"Don't fucking touch me!" pulled back Raul, disgusted by the sexual images in his head. "You ain't no better than any of the prison faggots walking around giving their asses up to any hard dick they see! Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking whore!" he ordered, tired of looking at him.
"I only did it for you, man! They said it would help you look good in front of the other leaders! I didn't want to do it, Pablo said it would make you look bad if I didn't!" explained Marcellus.
"And you believed that shit? Get the fuck out of my cell!!" screamed Raul, having heard enough lies to choke a horse.
"It's true Raul, I wouldn't play you out like that! I love you, man!" shouted Marcellus, grabbing Raul's arm. Raul shoved Marcellus to the floor of his cell, poised over him with a closed fist ready to beat some sense into his head. But he stopped, hesitating as he thought better of himself.
"Fuck you, Marcellus! You ain't worth shit!" he said, turning away.
Marcellus lay on the floor of the cell sobbing, feeling devastated at the thought of giving up his body to men he never intended. Alex appeared in the door of the cell, having heard all the violent shouting.
"Raul..., you alright?" he asked, touching Raul gently upon the shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah..., I'm fine." said Raul, calming down as soon as he saw Alex's face.
Marcellus watched the intimacy between the two inmates as Alex whispered soothing words to calm Raul's anger. Raul responded by taking Alex's hand into his. The gesture to too much for Marcellus to witness as he jumped from the floor and charged Alex angrily. Both Alex and Raul turned towards Marcellus, with Raul quickly popping Marcell in the face with a fast jab. Marcellus fell back onto the floor, bleeding from the nose.
"HIM??" he cried, touching his hand to his nose. "You're with HIM now, after he slept with your brother AND your father?" he asked, viewing the blood on his fingertips for the first time. "You two deserve each other!!"
"Raul..." said Alex, sympathetically.
"Fuck this...!!" yelled Raul, storming off away from Marcellus and Alex.
Heading out into the Yard to clear his head, Raul stopped over by the gate and stared out at the view of open fields and dense trees in the distance. Freedom was so close, yet so far away. He hoped wherever he was, Gardner was enjoying his freedom, no matter how temporary it might be.
"Raul...?" called an unfamiliar voice from behind. Raul turned around to see an Aryan inmate standing before him, one he didn't readily recognize. "I just came from the prison Chapel..., and I just wanted you to know how well yur brother David gives head! He's a fuckin' pro-natural, man! You and yur daddy must've been fuckin' his face since he was a baby, eh? Spic gives good head, man! I'm thinking of going back this evening for second... arrhhhh!!!!!!" yelled Steve Rupert, getting punched square in the face.
Raul started to stomp Rupert with his feet as prison guards rushed over to subdue him. He was quickly grabbed and taken back to Solitary Confinement, where he would spend the next several days for fighting.
Pt-8
Abdul walked into his prison cell to find his cellmate and lover (Muhammad Shaheed) busy at work preparing for a religious holy war in the papers with The Brotherhood.
Abdul walked up to the desk Muhammad is busy writing on, writing letters to editors about the "homosexuals posing as religious men" to suck off straight inmates.
"Muhammad..., what're you doing man...?" he asked, fearing Ellis' response.
"Somebody's got to tell the outside what this religion's all about, Abdul! I'm writing to my friend at the paper, she's already expressed an interest in the story and is awaiting my letter!"
"You can't do this, Muhammad!" protested Abdul.
"Sure I can!" said Muhammad, still writing. "Someone's got to bring Ellis down to size! He's been running the prison in the hole! He can't continue to treat us like herds of cattle! Hell, even cattle get better treatment!"
"No Muhammad..., I don't mean you can't do this, I mean you CAN'T do THIS!!" said Abdul, snatching the letter from under Muhammad.
"Wha...?" questioned Muhammad, looking up at Abdul for the first time since he came in. "What's your problem, Abdul?"
"You CAN'T write this letter, Muhammad..."
"Why not?" asked Muhammad, standing up from his seat.
"Because I promised Warden Ellis that I'd keep you out of his hair if he released you from Confinement, that's why!"
"You did what...?" asked Muhammad, angrily.
"He wasn't going to just let you go, Muhammad..., he was going to keep you down there to rot.., or worse!"
"I could take care of myself!" said Muhammad, snatching his paper back from Abdul.
"I saw...!" recalled Abdul. "...hanging chained from the ceiling in your own urine and feces and weaker than a new born kitten...!" reminded Abdul, purposely. Muhammad turned to him, tears swelling in his eyes as he recalled vividly his dungeon ordeal. He and Abdul hadn't spoken a word of it since it happened, knowing it was a moment Muhammad would rather forget. "Ellis is threatening to throw you back into Confinement if you don't stop these pursuits..., and not just you this time, ME too!"
"I didn't ask for your help, Abdul! I was fully prepared to live with whatever punishment I was due for my beliefs!" stated Muhammad, torn between judgment. He looked back over at his sexy cellmate. "What else did you have to promise Ellis to set me free?" he wondered aloud. "Did he make you one of his `special assistants' while I was away? Did you have to suck his dick like Rocky Peterson did? Or Davis Wood? Or Larry Latham? Or Andy Sparks?"
"Fuck you, Muhammad! This's the second time you accused me of being a whore!" (the first time was back in chap-37, pt-3).
"I wouldn't accuse you if you stopped acting like one!"
Abdul's face dropped with the insult.
"You want me to be a whore, Muhammad..." questioned Abdul, spitefully. "...I'll be one! I'll be the best damn whore you've ever seen!" he said, storming from the cell.
Pt-8
"UHH, UHH, AHH, AHH, ARRHH, OHH, AHH SHIT, AHH, AHH, OHH, ARRHH!!" grunted David Rodriguez after every thrust Dre made into his ass. The black inmate was brutal with the fuck thrusts, shoving his ample manhood into the tight tiny hole and fucking it for all its worth.
David hadn't been fucked since his dad's death, mourning the loss of both father and lover. The initial shock of entry ripped through his Rican bowels like a sharp knife, but once his body got used to the invasion, his anal muscles began to suck and massage Andre's plunging manhood like a greased fist.
"Fuck man..." gasped Dre, not expecting David's hole to be so talented. "...you LIKE this shit, don't you?" he asked, plunging his swollen manhood in and out with increasing speed and precision.
David said nothing, trying to concentrate on his true reason for being there. Despite his faith, his own dick rose hard and high, swaying down between his legs as Andre fucked madly into his backside from behind. "I ain't fucked a Rican as good as you in a long time..." he continued, whispering huskily in David's ear. "...ass like this is hard to come by! I could stop pass every morning, fuck the shit out of you like this if you like, give your asshole all that sinful juice you guys try to suck out of us! Is that kew?" he asked, picking up speed.
"Yes! Yes, release your spirits into me!" shouted David, throwing his ass back on Andre.
"Damn boi, you a wild one!" smiled the 29 yr old gang banger as he held onto David's hips and fucked into him like a bull. David's body was in awe as his mind started to float above the clouds. He panted heavily as his ass was fucked royally. Without even touching himself he started hosing fresh semen all over the wall before him, the cum shooting from his spurting penis like a water gun.
Dre felt David's asshole spasm around his plunging dick, and shot off at that very moment, filling his deep bowels with extra creamy sauce. Both men lay against the wall as they recovered from their orgasms. Dre yanked his dick from the Monk's ass and tucked it away. He slapped David playfully on the ass, "see you tomorrow" he said before disappearing.
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