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/49 POWERPLAY
Pt-1
26 yr old prison guard Malik Jones had an agenda; he warmed up to 38 yr old fellow Corrections Officer Darrin Daniels, trying to find out all he could about Warden Ellis' secret inmate transfers. Malik and Darrin could be seen around the prison talking, having lunch, laughing/joking, and even carpooling. As it was Darrin (and his newlywed wife) lived in West Philly about 20 minutes from Malik. Malik pretended to have car trouble one day and asked Darrin if he'd be able to hitch a ride to work during the day.
Malik and Darrin's growing relationship was not lost on inquiring minds as officers Peachtree and Reinhold noticed their coupling. Marvin Rollins also caught the two officers enjoying each other's companies a little too closely for his taste. The first moment he got to get Malik alone, he laid into him on how he'd better not be giving Daniels any of that acclaimed ass!
"We're just friends!" assured Malik, talking to Marvin in a secured closed room.
"Whatever nigga! I heard how Daniels, Peachtree, and the others be banging the shit outta Davis Wood in one of Warden Ellis' secret Chamber!"
"Secret Chambers?" asked Malik.
"Stay away from those niggas, Malik! They ain't up to shit good!" warned Marvin.
"I'm just trying to find out what Ellis' up to, Marvin..., there's been a lot of mysterious inmate disappearances around here without them leaving any paper trails, including Duke's! I'm just trying to get to the bottom of it from the inside!"
"Hell..., I could tell you that!" offered Marvin, nonchalantly.
"YOU know what's happened to all the missing inmates?" asked Malik, surprised.
"Yeah..., Duke had a deal with Ellis to sell his pussyboiz to this Prison Plantation out west..., I guess Ellis decided to send Duke too after he became the latest PB!"
"How do you know all this?" asked Malik.
"Duke bragged about it all the time to me and his crew, WE even got to pick out what guys we wanted to turn while he and Ellis made profits. Especially Ellis!"
"Would you be willing to testify this in court?" asked Malik. "If you are, there's a chance we could strike a deal with the District Attorney and get your sentence reduced!"
"Hell yeah, I'll testify!" said Marvin, wanting his freedom.
"Good! I'll talk with Captain McConnell and let him know what I've found out, I'll get back to you as soon as possible to let you know if it's a go or not!"
"Why you trying so hard to get me outta here?" asked Marvin, pulling Malik's petite body close to him. "You trying to see me on the outside? You wanna be my bitch in the real world too?"
"We'll discuss that bridge when we get to it!" said Malik, looking up into Marvin's eyes.
"So what you saying, --you don't wanna live with me?" asked Marvin in a sexy tone, picking Malik up as he walked him over to the nearest wall and started kissing him deeply. "You don't want to wake up to me doing this to you?" he asked, sucking Malik's neck. "Or this?" he asked, sealing their lips as he forced his tongue into the smaller man's mouth. "Or this...?" he asked, pulling at the waist of Malik's uniform pants as he pulled them down off his exposed ass and fumbled for his own zipper.
Malik knew what was coming as he wrapped his arms around Marvin's neck and balanced himself while waiting for Marvin's dick to make contact. Spitting into his hand, he reached down under himself and massaged his wet fingers onto his tiny butthole. Marvin kissed his dick head up to the moist button and pressed inward.
"Oooohhh fuck...!" groaned Malik, his eyes squeezed shut as the dick head pierced his anal ring. Dilating his hole as much as possible, Malik bore down on the upright pole as he slowly sank his talented anus down around it. Marvin thrust up into him, driving more and more of his dick into the smaller man's body. "Fuck baby, take it easy..., there's not a lot of lube here...!"
"Aiight babee!" smiled Marvin, grabbing Malik by the shoulders as he forced his body down on his dick full length.
"AAAARRHHHHH...!!!" screamed Malik, feeling the rest of the shaft shoved into his hole before he was ready. Marvin groaned when he felt Malik's tight sphincter snap shut around his dick base, flexing frantically as it tried unsuccessfully to expel him.
Marvin shut him up by shoving his thick tongue back into his mouth, holding his legs up to his chest by the backs of his thighs as he started to rock his hips back and forth. Malik groaned and grunted into Marvin's mouth as his big dick sliced through his tight hole, drilling him deep as the girth squeezed through his bare skin.
"Oh shit...oh baby...oh gosh, fuck, damn!!" muffled Malik, breathing hard into Marvin's mouth.
"Is this what you wanna wake up to every morning?" asked Marvin, picking up the pace as he fucked harder and deeper into Malik's ass.
Malik's uniform pants were wrapped around the bottom of his ass cheeks, exposing his buttock just enough for Marvin to get his dick in to fuck. He held Malik's back flat against the wall, his own knees pressed to his chest as he was bent in half as Marvin humped into him like a spring board. The dick sliced through his body with each thrust, fucking deep into his gut as inmate and guard kissed like newlywed lovers.
"Talk to me babee, tell me what you want! Do you want this everyday or not?" asked Marvin, thrusting in and out with a hard steady pace.
"Yeah I want it!" admitted Malik, his hardon trapped inside his pants.
"You wanna be my bitch? Gimme this ass anytime anywhere I want it, no arguments, questions asked?"
"Yeah baby, yeah!" agreed Malik.
"When I get outta here, we're gonna get a spot together so I can fuck you around the clock, day and night?" asked Marvin.
"Yes! Whatever you want!" said Malik, his dick already throbbing and threatening to cum off in his uniform. "Is that what YOU want?" asked Malik, still tonguing Marvin's mouth.
"Yeah boi! I wanna be able to fuck this butt whenever, however, and wherever I want to!" admitted Marvin. "I wanna bang you in our own bed, in our own spot, in the car, on the floor, in the shower, in the yard, anywhere we want!"
"I want that too, baby!" admitted Malik, sucking harder on Marvin's tongue as he started to thrust into him really hard. The breath was knocked out of Malik's body every time Marvin's muscled form banged into him, driving the full length of his dick of death balls deep into his anal pussy.
"Oh SHIT...!!" yelled Marvin, breaking the tongue kiss as he threw back his head and came. "...AAAARRRRRRHHHHHH, FUCK!!!" he yelled aloud, firing rope upon rope of hot thick cum cream into Malik's bowels.
Malik's body accepted the deluge of human sludge as it poured into him in rich gushes. Every pulse of Marvin's dick sent another burst of hot liquid into his rectum, filling him beyond capacity.
Malik's own body quickly began to shake and tremble in Marvin's arms as his own dick suddenly erupted gooey cum into his pants. Marvin felt the asshole spasm and flex around his dick, causing another gush of his own cum to enter Malik. "Damn boi..." moaned Marvin, placing his forehead against Malik's. "...I think I love you."
Malik felt a warmth invade his body upon hearing those words from Marvin for the first time.
"I think I love you too!" he repeated, kissing Marvin's sweaty brow.
Pt-2
The past couple of nights had been lived in complete silence for inmates Muhammad Shaheed and Abdul Shabott. Since their argument, neither had spoken a single word to the other. Muhammad continued with his work of exposing The Cult to the papers, but had surpassed the deadline which the editor set for the story to reach print.
Muhammad thought more about what Abdul said about the Warden Ellis' threat. Muhammad wasn't afraid for himself, but he didn't really want Abdul to suffer any of the fate he did while under Ellis' torture (chaps31 throu 36). He decided not to run the story, to leave well enough alone for the safety of the man he'd come to love like a brother or wife.
Putting his papers away, he decided to tell Abdul the good news. He'd seen Abdul around the prison, trying to ignore him while hanging out with Raymond Sherman (Amahd). Muhammad knew Abdul was just trying to make him jealous, using his earlier insecurities against Amahd (chap-37, pt-3) to make him think he was `whoring' around with other inmates. Muhammad blamed himself for that, calling Abdul a whore when he knew deep down he wasn't. He was just back lashing, hurting the one closest to him because of his own issues.
Pt-3
Abdul and Amahd (Raymond Sherman) were in the midst of becoming friends. Formally associated solely by their Muslim beliefs, they were now getting a chance to really get to know each other as very few people did. Abdul opened up about his feelings and affair with Muhammad, telling Ray how they tried to end it once or twice but just couldn't.
Raymond opened up about his true feelings for Nakia. Abdul thought it was hot that Amahd was still carrying a torch for his ex long after they'd moved on! Unlike Muhammad Amahd wasn't afraid to express himself. He didn't care about any `self image' or role models, or who might be watching him like Muhammad did. Raymond listened when Abdul needed to vent, --to complain about Muhammad and his perfect reactions to everything but their relationship. After a few days of quiet intense talk, both men started to feel more of a connection as they shared in some of the perks of Ray's association with Duke's criminal organization.
"I can't believe you actually got yourself some beer!" said Abdul, guzzling half a can in just a few gulps.
"Told you I was trying to score some brews!" laughed Ray (referring to a conversation back in chap-34, pt-2). "There's perks to working for a guy like Duke...umm, I mean Genuwine!"
"I heard how you all turned the tables on Duke, turned him into a total bottom."
"He loved it! Believe me! Genuwine peeped it first, told us how he be staring at niggas when they be working out..., watching US when we be running a train one of his bitches in bed! I never would've guessed it!"
"Me neither. I'm shocked!" agreed Abdul.
"I could've killed him for getting rid of Nakia..., I loved that bitch." sulked Raymond, taking another deep swing of beer.
"'Got rid of...'" asked Abdul. "What do you mean?"
"Duke sells his prison bitches to some guy out west for a profit..., he sold Nakia because I helped you get Muhammad out of Solitary." informed Ray, finishing another beer.
"Damn Amahd..., I'm sorry about that..." said Abdul, feeling responsible for Ray's loss.
"It's kewl..." said Ray, crushing the beer can with one hand. "...at least you and Muhammad's happy, eh?"
"I wish!" said Abdul sadly, finishing off another can as well.
"Whatever you two'r going through, you'll fix it! I ain't never seen two niggas more into each other than yall!" reported Ray, reaching into his mini-fridge for more beer.
"I don't know..." said Abdul, sounding distant. "...he doesn't trust me, he thinks I'm a whore or something."
"A whore...?" asked Raymond, handing Abdul another beer before sitting back down on the edge of his bed. "What makes him think you're a whore? Have you been messing around on him?"
"No!" answered Abdul vehemently. A second later, he looked to recant..., "Well..., when Muhammad was locked away in Solitary Confinement, I went down to the prison library and..., and I..."
"Got some head from Gramps?" asked Ray casually, familiar with the old man's purpose.
"Yeah." answered Abdul, honestly.
"That all?" asked Ray, curiously.
"Yeah. I told Muhammad there was no excuse for what I did, other than loneliness..., but he still holds it against me. He's accused me of having an affair with Warden Ellis for going to him to with a plan to get him out of Solitary..., AND he accuses me of sleeping with you for giving me the suggestion."
"Me??" asked Raymond, nearly choking on his beer. "Why would he think that? Sounds like Muhammad's got a lot of trust issues!"
"Yeah, well..., it's his biggest flaw." agreed Abdul, popping the cap on his third beer. "I don't know if I can keep up with the disappointment. I mean..., I love Muhammad, I really do. But I can't take the hiding, the lying, the accusations, and all the weight of his causes! He acts like it's HIS job to right the world, like he's the only one who can point the finger at injustice! It just gets to be too much sometimes...especially when I don't really have anyone I can relate my problems to. It's hard having these strong feelings for someone, and no one to vent them out to! I can't call home and tell my parents about us, I can't tell my friends in the religion about us, I can't even really express myself with Muhammad, he wants to treat me like a cellmate every minute of the day until bedtime. That's the ONLY time I get to know how he feels about me, --when he fucks me!"
Ray heard the pain in Abdul's voice as he lowered his head in thought. "I don't know if I want to stay in a relationship with him. He makes me feel cheap, sometimes. How could he think I would be so low as to cheat on him? I thought we had a better bond than that!"
Ray reached out his hand and pulled Abdul from the chair he sat in, over to the bed to sit beside him. Then he placed his strong arm around Abdul's shoulder for support. "Muhammad's only human..." he stated in a low soothing voice, squeezing Abdul's shoulder for comfort. "I know he's been your mentor for years, the guy you look up to to emulate..., but he's just a man, he's not god. He makes mistakes, he gets angry, flustered, stupid, pigheaded, and selfish just like the rest of us. You have to stop putting him up on a pedestal just to have him knock himself off of it. Muhammad thinks he's perfect enough without having you there to add to his delusions!"
"You think I put him on a pedestal?" asked Abdul, shamefully.
"You had an admiration for him that you allowed to grow into love, like a student having a crush on the teacher. It's not your fault..., but sometimes the illusion is better that the reality." assured Ray.
"Wow..., I've never had it put that way before. You make me sound like some..., stupid teenager!" sighed Abdul, embarrassed.
"I didn't say that!" defended Raymond. "You're not stupid..."
"I feel stupid!" confessed Abdul. "Muhammad's wanted to break it off with me since the beginning..., he's always said it was a confliction with our religious beliefs, that he feels hypocritical about having a relationship with me and practicing Islam. Maybe this is his way of pushing me away? Maybe he's trying to make me hate him enough to leave him?"
"How would you feel about that?" asked Ray, curious of Abdul's inner thoughts.
Abdul hesitated for a long moment...
"If he wants his freedom..., he's welcome to it." answered Abdul. "I won't fight him anymore, if he wants out..., he can have it."
"You're really a special kinda guy Abdul, you know that?" said Raymond, hugging him tighter.
"Special...?" laughed Abdul. "...I don't feel special."
"Well, you are!" insisted Ray, leaning in to kiss Abdul affectionately. Abdul was surprised by the kiss, but even more surprised by the way the kiss made him feel.
The two men hesitated as they paused for a second, then leaned in to kiss again. Sensing no resistance Raymond pushed Abdul back on the bed, laying him down flat as he slid his tongue into his mouth. Abdul responded by dropping his open can onto the floor as he wrapped his arms around Ray's solid body. Ray maneuvered himself between Abdul's legs as he placed his 200 pound weight upon him and ground his hips into Abdul's groin. Abdul can feel Ray's thick fat 8 inch dick grinding into him, as his own hardon rubbed against the fabric of his pants.
It'd been awhile since Ray had sex with someone he felt an emotional attachment to. He pulled at the waist of Abdul's pants, pulling them down off his ass as he cupped two big hefty handfuls of his bare ass. Abdul panted breathlessly in his mouth as they continued to kiss passionately. Raymond pushed Abdul's legs upward together, and pushed his fastened pants up around his knees to expose his ass.
Breaking the kiss, Abdul started to take note what position he was in, realizing his back door was exposed and vulnerable. Just as he was about to protest, Raymond dove his face down between his butt cheeks, licking and sucking at his manhole while his bushy goatee scratched upon the delicate surface.
"OOoooo..." moaned Abdul, feeling weakened by the tonguing. He said nothing as he lay back and allowed Ray to eat his ass, shoving his oral muscle into his tight resisting hole with continuing strokes.
Abdul worried if what he was doing was inappropriate. He wasn't sure where his relationship stood with Muhammad, yet he couldn't find the voice to tell Ray to stop. He was surprised at how easily his body was reacting to the touch of another man, having only been intimate with Muhammad (with the exception of the occasional blow job by Gramps at the library) he wasn't sure if he could perform the same sexually with a replacement. But brother Amahd knew his skills well as he ate and tongue fucked Abdul's anal pussy like a woman's vagina. After about 5 full minutes of highly intense anal eating, he lifted his face from his meal and presented his dick up to the hole.
Abdul looked up at Raymond fearfully, getting fucked by another man other than Muhammad was a big deal to him. He hesitated when he felt the fat dick head slap up against his bare wet hole, but relaxed when he looked up into Ray's warm caring eyes.
Ray pushed up into Abdul, penetrating the anal ring with his head. Abdul bit his lower lip as the initial pain of the stretching hit him. Ray ripped Abdul's pants and shoes off at the feet as he pushed the rest of his fat uncut dick up into his hole. Once fully embedded, he laid down on top of Abdul and began kissing him again. Abdul felt overwhelmed with emotions as he surrendered his body and sucked upon Ray's tongue. Ray thrust in and out of him, his slight gut rubbing back and forth against Abdul's dick which was trapped between their bodies. Ray pulled Abdul's legs up until they were resting on his biceps as he continued humping in and out of him.
The two men lost in emotional baggage found temporary solace in each other. They fucked like that in missionary position for a good 5 minutes before Abdul's dick climaxed between them, spraying their bodies with a warm gush.
Ray continued to fuck him for another 10 minutes, kissing him deeply as he bore his dick in and out of his tight gripping hole. He came with a loud grunt, shoving his dick inside as he lay load upon load into Abdul's accepting bowels. Abdul reached down and jerked his dick to another climax, cumming all over his own chest and rippled stomach.
Neither man said much after orgasm. Ray pulled out slowly as he flopped down onto his bed while Abdul sat up. Guilt rushed over him as he contemplated where he now stood with Muhammad. He reached for his pants and underwear as Ray tucked his dick away. "What now?" asked the big guy, lying in bed waiting for an answer.
"I don't know..." confessed Abdul, lost in his own thoughts. "I know I have to talk to Muhammad..., see where he and I stand..."
"And what about US?" asked Ray, getting up out of bed. "Where do WE stand?"
Pt-4
Feeling more confused than ever, Abdul returned to his cell just before lights out', wanting to spend as little time in Muhammad's presence as possible so long as they have this rift between them. When he got there, he was surprised to see Muhammad's desk cleared of all paperwork regarding the Religious Wars'. Muhammad stood as Abdul entered the cell. Abdul could see a change in his demeanor and facial expressions immediately.
"Abdul..., I've been wanting to talk to you..." he said, jumping down from his bunk.
"Yeah...?" asked Abdul, stalling for time to figure out what he wanted to say.
"I got rid of all the research I was doing on the Brotherhood! I decided NOT to pursue it!" said Muhammad, enthusiastically.
"Oh..? Why not?" asked Abdul, curiously.
"Because I thought about what you said about Ellis not only coming after me if I printed it, but YOU as well!" said Muhammad, walking up to Abdul as he grabbed his hands. "I don't want to see nothing happen to you..., or me! I understand you went through a lot while I was in Solitary too, that I wasn't the only one suffering..., but sometimes I just get so caught up in whatever cause I see before me, that I don't see what it's doing to the people around me. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." said Abdul, breaking the hand hold as he purposely moved to another side of the cell, wanting to keep a distance between them.
"And..." hesitated Muhammad, taking a deep breath. "...I wanted to apologize for insinuating that you slept with Ellis to get me out. I know you didn't..., I was just being an asshole when I said it. Forgive me?" he asked, politely.
"Yeah Muhammad, sure." said Abdul, facing away.
"Good..." said Muhammad, walking up behind him as he wrapped his arms around his torso affectionately. "...cause I missed you last night!" he smiled, kissing Abdul on the back of the neck as he reached for his belt buckle. Abdul felt uneasy, having just had sex with another man.
"Don't you want to wait until after `lights out'?" asked Abdul, following Muhammad's normal routine as he stalled for time. "What if one of the brothers see us...?"
"I was thinking about that too..." said Muhammad, turning Abdul around to face him. "...if the Muslims don't want me as a leader, why should I stay as a member?"
"You...you're thinking of quitting Islam??" asked Abdul, the argument Muhammad gave him for not leaving the Muslims still fresh in his mind (chap-40, pt-3).
"Why not? We could start up out own religion, one preaching the sanctity of love and faith about sin and righteousness!"
"You sure about this, Muhammad?" asked Abdul, skeptically.
"As sure as my name is Derek Bright!" smiled Muhammad, removing his kufi before taking Abdul back into his arms and planting him with a kiss.
Confused about everything going on, Abdul gave in and allowed Muhammad's tongue to enter his mouth. After only a few seconds Muhammad broke free, licking his lips as if tasting them for the first time. "You take like...beer...!"
"Oh, uh..., that's from Khalil and Bahsil..., they got beer from Duke's crew..." lied Abdul.
"Rashad and his followers will get their due messing around with those thugs!" warned Muhammad, unfastening Abdul's pants as he lowered to his knees and kissed his exposed hips before trying to turn him around backwards.
"What're you doing...??" asked Abdul, fighting the spin.
"I want to taste you..." said Muhammad, looking up innocently. "I want to eat you before sex!"
"Let me...!" insisted Abdul, pulling Muhammad up from the floor. He kissed Muhammad some more, taking his mind off of his ass as he gently pushed him down onto the bed and started undoing his pants.
Muhammad looked down over his chest to watch his lover free his manhood before taking it into his mouth. Muhammad groaned softly as Abdul's hot mouth slid up and down his thick dick, going deeper with each bob of his head.
"uhhh...yeeeaaaahh that feels good..." moaned Muhammad, his head falling back into the pillow. Abdul picked up the pace, bobbing his head faster as he took the dick deeper, trying his best to make Muhammad cum prematurely. "Hey...don't you want me to eat your ass?" asked Muhammad, peeking back down over his chest. "Don't you want to fuck?"
Ignoring his lover's question, Abdul kept bobbing faster. He could taste the pre-cum starting to ooze from Muhammad's dick head. Once the dick was slick enough with his saliva, Abdul stood up and removed his prison pants and underwear. Muhammad watched as Abdul climbed up into the bottom bunk and straddled his hips before sitting down on his upright erection.
Slowly he sank his ass down onto it, grounding his ass cheeks down into his lap. Muhammad groaned lustfully as he felt Abdul's anal ring tighten around his dick base. Abdul was surprised at how easily Muhammad's dick slipped in, he had no doubt in his mind that it was due to Amahd pre-opening fucking.
Slowly he started to rise and lower his ass, effectively fucking Muhammad's big thick 9 inch dick with his asshole. "Damn baby, your ass is so hot and wet..., is all that excitement for me?" asked Muhammad, loving how good his dick felt inside the hole.
"Only for you!" moaned Abdul.
Muhammad grabbed his waist as Abdul started to bounce his ass up and down faster. It'd been several days since they had sex, and Muhammad's dick was already twitching to release its load in the moist hot roost.
He thrust up into Abdul's ass, his lover's hard dick slapped full length up and down on his flat belly as it leaked pre-cum of its own. Both men moaned softly, trying to keep a low profile as they made love before `lights out'. Abdul could feel Muhammad's dick digging deeper as Muhammad thrust up into him repeatedly. Rolling his eyes incoherently, Abdul's dick started to hose out load after thick load of heavy cum all over Muhammad's stomach and chest. Muhammad watched Abdul wither and groan during orgasm as he continued to fuck up into him. Muhammad increased the speed of his thrusts, humping up harder as he bore his dick in deeper. Abdul's asshole flexed and spasm around his plunging phallus, the full 9 inches pummeling his rectum like a fat plunger.
"Oh fuck...!" grunted Muhammad, shoving down on Abdul's hips as he impelled him completely on his dick. "Awww shit...!!" he yelled, firing wave upon wave of thick hot ball juice deep into his lover's hole. Abdul felt the dick pulse each new load of sperm into his bowels as Muhammad's grip on his hips tightened. Grinding his ass down fully on the 9 inches, he leaned forward and kissed Muhammad on the lips. Muhammad returned the kiss, suckling gently on Abdul's tongue as his climax slowly subsided.
"Lights out!!" called the guard, just as the prison doors slammed shut.
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