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/56 PROPOSITIONS
Pt-1
PRECINCT-23
A white prison van pulled up into the lot of Precinct-23. Police met the prison guards as they started to unload the prisoner being escorted from Piedmont Penitentiary for a meeting with the D-A (District Attorney) in police Captain David L. McConnell's office.
28 year old convicted criminal Marvin Rollins was helped out of the back of the van, his wrist and ankles shackled in chains as he hobbled into the Precinct through the back door. Inside: Captain McConnell sat in his office behind his desk doing paperwork and worrying about his missing officers when Marvin was escorted in. Immediately he was impressed by the convict's size, his muscular physique showing well through the orange prison jumpsuit all prisoners are required to wear when outside the prison confines. Marvin was showed to a chair opposite McConnell. Once firmly placed, officers reluctantly left the two men alone to talk.
"So..., mr Rollins I presume...?" asked McConnell, studying Marvin from across the room.
"Who the hell'r you?" asked Marvin from his seat. Marvin didn't know the relationship between McConnell and Malik Jones, but McConnell was well aware of the relationship between Marvin and Malik.
"I'm Captain McConnell, I run this precinct!" informed the Captain. "Do you know why you're here?"
"Not a clue, man!" said Marvin nonchalantly, sitting back in his chair.
"I take it you've seen the news?" asked McConnell, getting up from behind his desk. "If you have..., then you know that your prison warden was arrested recently..."
"yeh..., I THINK I might've heard something about that...!" said Marvin, sarcastically. "What's that gotta do with me?"
"I hear that you had a SPECIAL relationship with Ellis...?" said McConnell suggestively, sitting on the edge of his desk as he watched the convict's body language. "You were one of his flunkies behind bars, right?"
"I worked with Duke Daniels..., HE was Ellis' flunky, --not me!" stated Marvin with attitude.
"But you're aware of some of Ellis' illegal activities...?" asked McConnell, hopefully. Marvin shrugged his shoulders as if indicating that he didn't know what McConnell was talking about. "Officer Malik Jones seemed to think YOU might have some information to tell us..., information that we could use against Ellis and possibly get a conviction...?"
"Conviction...?" chuckled Marvin, laughing at the irony of cops trying to arrest cops.
"Yes..., a conviction! You WOULD like to see the Warden punished for his crimes wouldn't you?" asked McConnell. "After all, what's good for the goose is good for the gander!"
"I don't know what kinda information you THINK I have that could help you!" said Marvin.
"Look..." signed McConnell. "...we know about Ellis' inmate slavery ring..! But we can't PROVE it! That's where YOU come in! We confiscated his work and home computers, but there's nothing there to tie him in that we could use!" informed McConnell. "What would you say if we offered you a deal to testify any information you might have on Warden Ellis...?"
"What kinda deal...?" asked Marvin, curiously.
"That would depend on what kind of information you have to offer...!" said McConnell.
Marvin sat back in his seat smugly, trying to decide if a deal was really worth his time? As it was, he was looking at a five year stretch with no parole for his crimes. A deal was definitely doable.
"Like I said..., I don't know what I could tell you?" repeated Marvin.
"How bout WHERE is Malik?" asked McConnell.
"Malik...?" asked Marvin, wondrously. "...what's he got to do with anything...?"
"I know about your relationship with Malik Jones...!" said McConnell, sounding a tad more annoyed than planned.
"Do you...?" asked Marvin, looking at McConnell suspiciously. "What's my `relationship' with Malik got to do with anything?"
"Malik's been missing since before Ellis' arrest...!" confided McConnell. "I spoke to him briefly before the raid..., and he informed me that he was going to the prison to look for one of our undercover officers assigned to investigate Ellis! We haven't heard from him since! If you EVER really cared anything for Malik at all..., you'd tell me WHERE Ellis sent his slaves! It maybe our only way of locating Malik!"
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Pt-2
PIEMONT PENITENTIARY
The large metal doors leading from Solitary Confinement opened to allow 19 year old prison inmate Morris Jenkins to pass through from his stint for assaulting former Muslim leader Rashad Maheed (back in chap-50, pt-4). Morris came into Piedmont a mere kid, serving time for a car theft and joy ride that resulted in the death of 2 people. It was during his time in prison that he came across the Muslim Rashad, who promised Morris protection if he joined the Nation of Islam. But instead of protecting Morris, Rashad raped him on several occasions, making the boy his own private bitch. Unable to withstand being at the mercy of another man, Morris snapped and put Rashad in the infirmary for several weeks.
Since then, he'd been ousted from the Muslim religion and forced to strive on his own. With no real friends behind bars, it was unsure the reception he would receive when returning back from Solitary.
"Sup Morris...?!!" yelled Genuwine, waiting for the 19 year old outside Confinement. Morris looked around confused, not knowing if the inmate was referring to him or another inmate with the same name. "I'm talking to YOU, nigga! Your name's Morris, right?"
"Yeah..." answered Morris, almost unsure. The prison guard watching the gate looked on curiously as Genuwine walked up and shook Morris' hand.
"You're Morris Jenkins, right? The guy who sent the Muslim Rashad to the infirmary with a concussion, battered face, and 3 cracked ribs for sexually assaulting him?" asked Genuwine, causing Morris to blush with shameful embarrassment. "To tell the truth homs.., I'd've done more than just hospitalize him..., I'd've killed his ass for raping me, but that's just ME!" smiled Genuwine.
"Wha...what do you want from me...?" asked Morris curiously, hoping Genuwine wasn't trying to con him like Rashad had.
"I have a proposition for you..." offered Genuwine, walking Morris back towards his cell block. "I'm looking for guys to join my gang..., I think you might have some of the qualities I'm looking to recruit!"
"What kind of qualities...?" questioned Morris.
"You're a fighter...!" deduced Genuwine. "It might've taken you a minute to show your teeth, but once you did you did it with no backup, no guarantee, and no idea what would happen to you when you got back out of Solitary! I'm looking for guys who know how to handle themselves, who can throw down when the time is right! If you join MY group, I guarantee that we'll have the run of this prison! You won't have to worry about anybody harassing or raping you again..., and you'll have people watching you back if Rashad or any of his Muslim friends ever decided to avenge him!"
With Genuwine's last statement, Morris' eyebrows rose considerably as he had not taken into account that the Muslims might want to avenge Rashad's assault.
"Do you really think they'd come after me?" he asked, suddenly more frightened than before.
"Who knows..., they're all supposed to be all about Ali and forgiveness..., but most of them are here for losing control in one form or another..., killing people and what-not!" answered Genuwine, purposely making Morris nervous. "But with me and my gang watching your back, you won't have to worry bout nobody walking up behind you and shanking you while wait in the chow line (which was what happened to Genuwine back in Chap-15, pt-2). Think about it homs..." he said, stopping outside Morris' Block. "...but don't wait too long..., things happen fast around here if you know what I mean?"
Morris watched Genuwine walk away before facing his old cell Block. Walking through he began to notice all the Muslim inmates eyeing him hard as he walked towards his new cell. None of the Muslim men said anything to him, but if their looks could kill Morris would be dead by now. He saw Rashad on the catwalk talking with several of his Muslim brethren, one of the men tapped Rashad on the shoulder, signaling for him to turn around. Rashad's and Morris' eyes meet for the first time since Morris put Rashad in the hospital. For a brief moment neither man said anything, nor did they look away. Both men seemed paralyzed in their stare before Rashad smirked and turned away. Morris breathed a little easier as he headed for his cell. Once inside his newly assigned cell, he saw his space had already been violated and ransacked. The desk was overturned, the mattress ripped to shreds, the toilet stuffed with all of his possessions, and his personal pictures and letters from home torn to pieces on the floor. Tears filled Morris' eyes as he noticed Muslim inmates wandering by his cell, each looking in curiously as they waltzed by.
It was then that Morris decided to join Genuwine's gang.
Pt-3
Former Muslim Abdul (now known as Cameron Winters) hadn't stepped foot in the prison's library since his former lover and mentor Muhammad Shaheed (killed in chap-) got out of Solitary Confinement (back in chap-51, pt-1). Cameron promised Muhammad he wouldn't go back to the library to see Gramps (the old prison librarian) for blow jobs. But Gramps had died in the prison Riots, just as Muhammad was no longer with us. Cameron now saw no real reason why he couldn't go to the library to check out books or look up information on the computer.
The prison library was on the main floor of the prison, located in what they called `mutual ground' and available to all the inmates in a four cell Blocks. Cameron entered the library only to find it full of inmates. He wandered the halls looking at the old outdated books lining the shelves. Muhammad had been knifed in this library, killed by someone with a grudge to settle. Cameron knew Muhammad had made more than a few enemies over the course of his reign as Muslim leader, he bumped heads with the Warden on many occasions. Cameron recalled the Warden even threatening to take care of Muhammad's meddling if Cameron didn't do something to curb him writing to the press about the prison's conditions. Then there was the article Muhammad was working on about exposing the Brotherhood Cult when he died. Then there was the run-ins with Rashad and the Muslims..., Cameron saw too many avenues that could have gotten Muhammad killed. Many people wanted to shut him up or put him down for one reason or another. Cameron blamed himself for not being there by Muhammad's side at the time he was attacked. There was a point in their lives when they never went anywhere alone, always by each other's sides as they ventured through the prison trying to recruit new members for their religion.
After a few minutes in the library, Cameron started to notice all the activity happening towards the back of the room. He remembered hearing that someone had replaced Gramps as the new prison dick sucker, taking up residence in the last aisle and even using the same chair Gramps used to suck off inmates for the past 35 years.
Cameron noticed all the men waiting in line to be serviced, and wondered if he knew who the new dick sucker was? Instantly he began thinking back to all the times he himself waited in line to used Gramps, waiting sometimes up to 45 minutes just to feel the old man's toothless mouth around his dick. In a world with no women and a religion which frowned on same sex acts, Cameron found quick relief in his many visits to the library, leaving more than a dozen loads down Gramps' windpipe.
Now Cameron found himself getting aroused again as old memories and feeling flooded his mind. He'd gotten plenty of relief here in the library, getting some of the best head of his life from another man (an OLD man). But while Cameron's dick started to tent his prison pants, he reminded himself that he was in a new relationship with Raymond Sherman (formally Amahd). Before seeing who was at the front of the long line, Cameron turned tail and walked out of the library, leaving his demons and temptation behind. But in the distance Raymond Sherman (Cameron's current lover) saw Cameron exiting the library as he walked with one of his prison gang members. Excusing himself from his companion's conversation, Raymond quickly entered the library. From across the room he spotted 30 year old Mason Miller who quickly motioned for Ray to meet him in back away from prying eyes and ears.
Mason was making a fortune by selling his cellmate (Davis Wood) to inmates as the library's new cock sucker.
"I saw your boi Abdul in here..." said Mason, pulling Raymond into a deep corner. "...what the fuck was he doing here? Does he know about our deal??!"
"No!" answered Ray, looking at Mason suspiciously. "Was he here for a blow job? Was he in line to see you suck boy?"
"I don't know what the fuck he was doing here...!" said Mason, aggressively. "...but if he comes back here again, he just might find himself in the same boat as Muhammad!"
Before Mason could finish his sentence fully, Raymond Sherman grabbed him up by his collar and shoved him backwards into a bookshelf.
"If you ever touch Cameron I'll kill you! Understand?!" threatened Ray, knowing Mason to be very dangerous.
Mason retaliated by shoving Ray back, forcing him to let go.
"Don't threaten me, asshole...!" he said, fixing his collar. "...I'll tell Abdul why Muhammad REALLY died! What do you think he'll do when he finds out YOU'RE the reason why his best friend's no longer here?!"
"If you tell him I'll...!"
"You'll what...?" asked Mason, daringly. "If Abdul comes around here again, there'll be TWO seats in back of this library! I'll knock all of his teeth out like I did Wood's, then make him my backup dick sucker! And you KNOW I would!"
Ray said nothing as he stood looking at Mason angrily. Without saying another word, he silently backed away before quietly turning to walk out. Mason returned to the head of the line, watching over inmates who paid to use his toothless cellmate's mouth as their cumdump.
Pt-4
32 year old Raymond Sherman went immediately to his cell looking for Cameron. He found his lover/cellmate sitting at their desk, going over more notes from Muhammad's personal files.
Ray (already angry) turned furious when he saw Cameron reading over Muhammad's notes. He'd warned Cameron about putting Muhammad ahead of them in their relationship, and now he finds Cameron coming out of the infamous library he was known for using for sexual gratification.
Raymond was unable to hold back his anger when he walked in and slapped the papers from Cameron's hands. Cameron turned around and stood up in protest, but was quickly knocked back down after receiving a viscous slap across the face. Before he could respond, Ray was on top of him, holding him by the shirt as he slapped him backwards and forth silly. Cameron never really got a chance to react before he was seeing stars. Once Raymond was sure the fight was totally taken out of Cameron, he ripped the bed sheets up off his own bed and threw them up against the bars for privacy. Cameron his slowly moving on the opposite bed, barely conscious as Ray came over and started to pull at Cameron's pants. Ripping him naked from the waist down, Ray flipped Cameron over onto his belly to expose his ass. Cameron tried deliriously to defend himself as Ray started to apply lubricant to his asshole. Within seconds he was on top of Cameron, ramming his hard manhood into the cellmate's ass. Cameron screamed aloud as his bottom was penetrated without consent, but Raymond continued to ram himself forth until he had every inch of his thick hard dick buried up the former Muslim's ass.
"You're gonna LEARN your place in this relationship if I have to BEAT it into you!" whispered Raymond after successfully sheathing his dick balls deep as he lay out on Cameron's back. "When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done without question or argument!" he snarled, just as he started to pump his hips.
Cameron groaned in painful agony as Ray fucked in and out of his ass, his thick fat uncut 8 inch dick ripping through the walls of Cameron's tight backside. "When I tell you to forget Muhammad and stop reading his notes, I mean it!" he said as he thrust his hips forward to rebury his dick. "When I tell you to stop talking with other guys and stay clear of other men around the prison, I mean it!" Cameron grunted from the impact of Ray's pelvis as he drilled his dick inward once more. "And if I EVER catch you coming from that library where you get your dick sucked again..., I'll do a lot worse than beat you and fuck you!" he threatened as he bombarded Cameron with another few dozen hurtful thrusts.
Cameron groaned and grunted with nearly every inward plunge, his body pounded against the hard mattress beneath him as Raymond's dick forced in and out of him. "You have a hard head, Cameron..., but you NEED a man that's not afraid to take control of you when you get too big for your britches! You NEED someone like ME to take you down a peg and give you what you really want! What Muhammad couldn't give you!"
Cameron was delirious with pain as he tired to focus and listen, but the terrible stabbing in his innards kept him from focusing like he needed. It was at this moment that he began to realize that Amahd was not the man he originally thought he was.
Raymond fucked into Cameron's half conscious body harder and harder, purposely causing him pain as he rammed his dick in and out faster than their usual fuck. He knew Cameron liked to be made love to, to have his ass fucked slow and tenderly, but Ray didn't want Cameron to enjoy this fucking, he wanted him to remember this night so he wouldn't step out of line again. Cameron felt Raymond's heavy breathing behind his back as he dug his dick deeper and deeper into his backside. Cameron was helpless to stop Ray from assaulting him as he lay there accepting the rape. After about 10 minutes of unstopped sex, he felt Ray's dick swell in his asshole before it started to spurt thick hot liquid injections deep in his entrails. Cameron heard Ray panting hard as he came, filling his rectum with his dispersed seed. Cameron felt every pulse of his dick as it quickly filled him, he lay there allowing the dick to plant its seeds inside him until Ray started to withdraw. Ray stood over Cameron's prone body as he tucked his softening dick back into his pants. He threw a cover over Cameron's exposed buttock before ripping the sheet down off the bars.
"Stay out of the prison library if you know what's good for you!" he said before leaving.
Cameron pulled a sheet over his exposed ass so nosey inmates couldn't see him lying naked. He rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he remembered Muhammad and weep.
Pt-5
In the Aryan cell Block, and new era is made as Hammer emerges as the new Aryan leader. To commemorate the event, a party is thrown in his honor as home-made bootleg (made out of old rooted fruit and sugar) is made and passed around for the celebration. Prison guards keep a distance as they allow the party to happen. The inmates party and listen to rock music over the intercom as they get blasted. Sometime during the event, Hammer is pulled from his drink-fest by members of his order and taken to his new cell (Sarge's old cell which Terminator [Bruce Gardner] occupied after Sarge's murder) where Luke and the others had two pussy-boys lined up for Hammer's picking.
"Hot damn...!!" smiled Hammer, his dick springing a tent in his prison pants as soon as he saw the two men {Oliver `Snake' Ross, and Rick McDoogle).
"Which bitch do you want for the night?" asked Luke, giving Hammer his choice. "Both of them have been thoroughly cleaned and freshened up for you, Boss!"
"hmmm..." sighed Hammer, walking by each candidate as they stood before him naked. He examined each one as he walked by. He eyeballed them as he slapped their asses and pinched their erect tits while considering which one to fuck. He seriously considered picking Snake (his former friend), having already fucked him he knew well how good Snake's asshole felt around his cock.
Snake's dick started to rise up in front of him as Hammer walked behind him and quickly shoved 3 dry fingers into his loose hole. It'd been some time since Hammer fucked him with this thick tool, and his asshole was starting to really crave the long white banana. But Rick McDoogle was an ass Hammer hadn't yet had the pleasure of boning. He walked by Rick as he studied the married man's flat but inviting ass. Rick jumped frighteningly when Hammer touched him about is butt, squeezing the soft but firm ass cheeks as his mind swung back and forth.
Rick McDoogle was a married 35 years old man serving time for armed robbery, resisting arrest, brandishing a weapon, and drug possession. He was a skinny little sneaky man whom Hammer never really paid much attention to until it was recently revealed that Rick had lied on Snake about seeing him in the basement Confinement at the time of Sarge's death (way back in chap-24, pt-2), since then he recanted by admitting that Terminator made him lie to protect his family back home (chap-46, pt-3). This angered everyone in the Aryan Block, putting Rick at the top of their fuck list.
"Both of them look so fuckable...!" smiled Hammer, drunkenly. "But I pick Rick! I haven't drilled his ass yet!"
Rick swallowed hard, knowing his ass was in for a rough ride tonight. Snake smirked quietly to himself, knowing what kind of punishment Rick's ass was in for as the Block's new pussy-boy. He couldn't think of a more fitting punishment for the man who lied on him and turned the Block against him.
"Good..." said Luke, escorting Snake out of the cell. "We still have a party for YOU to entertain!"
Hammer watched as Snake was walked out of his cell, being led to his next destination where he was sure to be fucked by the rest of the prison Block looking for some ass to celebrate in.
Hammer turned to Rick, who stood there naked and scared. "I know you know what to do with that mouth...!" said Hammer, staring directly at Rick's thin lips. "...I know you've been sucking off Warden Ellis as his punk assistant! So..., show me what you used to do for the Warden!"
Rick wasted no time with protests as he got down onto his knees before Hammer and took his prize possession into his open mouth. Hammer sway back and forth drunkenly as Rick McDoogle sucked feverishly on his thick 9 inch pillar of manhood.
Rick's had plenty experience sucking cock since coming to Piedmont, having learned it's the best way of getting folks to watch your back. No one wanted to lose a good cock sucker, so they usually protected them from harm when anyone targeted them for extinction.
Rick usually found men in his own cell Block, men who were willing to blow each other mutually for trade, but things sort of turned for Rick when he finally gave in to a long time urge and sucked his first black cock. The awakening showed Rick that he was a slave to black men, so much so that he started blowing the men in Confinement on a regular basis. Eventually he ended up in Warden Dennis Ellis' officer, enlisted as Ellis' newest assistant/cock sucker. When the Aryans discovered Rick's deception, they no longer accepted him as one of their own, Rick was now and forever nothing more than a pussy-mouth to be had by all.
Hammer watched with growing interest as Rick went further and further down the shaft. Soon enough he was swallowing Hammer's white boner all the way down to his bloated balls. Hammer leaned back against the desk for support as Rick gobbled down all 9 inches of thick cock meat like a boa constrictor.
McDoogle's hopes were that Hammer would be so impressed by his oral skills that he wouldn't be interested in using his virgin asshole. He's managed to avoid getting fucked all these years by becoming such a good cock sucker, making most men cum in his mouth before they could focus on his ass. But Hammer was different, Hammer was an ass man whom got more enjoyment from fucking rather than sucking. After 10 minutes of intense oral, Hammer pulled his steely hard manhood from Rick McDoogle's cum hungry mouth and motioned for him to bend over.
"Couldn't I just suck it...?" asked McDoogle, pleadingly. "If you want to fuck, you could fuck Snake...!"
"Are you rejecting your leader...?" asked Hammer, annoyed.
"No...n...no...!" defended McDoogle. "...I just..., I'll suck it anyway you want...!"
"You'll also turn around and give me that ass if I want it too!" demanded Hammer, signaling to his followers. Two men came to Hammer's aid as he told them how his "servant" was refusing anal entry.
The two men physically held McDoogle face down on the bed, tying his hands and feet to the bed rims as Hammer greased the 35 year old's asshole with plenty of lube.
"No! No! Please don't...!!" begged McDoogle, looking back over his shoulder as Hammer positioned himself over his back and aimed his big cock up to the tightly sealed exit. McDoogle felt the dick tip touch his anal ring before Hammer forcibly rammed himself in, causing Rick to scream aloud as his rectum was pierced and penetrated.
The Aryans laughed at his pain and discomfort, feeling he deserved every ounce of it for betraying them for Gardner (the Terminator). Hammer managed to work his entire cock all the way up into McDoogle's tight gripping ass, grinding his pelvis into Rick's ass as he churned his cock around in the hot roost.
McDoogle pulled at the restraints as Hammer began digging through his rectum. His asshole tightened around Hammer's manhood like a vice as the new Aryan leader started to fuck. Slowly he withdrew his cock, pulling several inches from the tightly clinging bunghole before ramming back in. McDoogle screamed again as the cock bore through him, the head banging deep into his back wall as it pierced into his intestines.
Hammer groaned happily, enjoying the fighting sphincter muscles as they tried unsuccessfully to expel him. He fucked in and out of the tight sore hole with increasing speed and force, wedging open the never before fucked hole as he rammed his hips back and forth.
McDoogle would suffer the brunt of Hammer's cock for the duration of the night, getting fucked by the thick 9 inch piece of proud cock more than a half dozen times before day break finally came. He lay there in bed beaten and defeated as Hammer humped away at his ass, giving him the full length of his dick as he see-sawed from tip to base. The first fucking lasted for only 15 minutes as Hammer found it hard to resist the clinging anus. He shoved all the way in and emptied his ball juice directly in McDoogle's gut, then continued to fuck him straight through another fucking.
The second fuck lasted twice as long, 30 whole minutes passed as Hammer wore a path straight into Rick's body. After cumming the second time he took a break, smoking a cigarette as he basked in the afterglow of sex. McDoogle had to lay there tied to the bed, waiting to get fucked again as the guards call for "lights out!"
The third fucking started not too long after lights out. McDoogle felt Hammer climbing on top of him as he rammed his thick cock back into his cum wet hole. The forceful plunge hurt, but not as badly as the first fucking. McDoogle screamed into a pillow to stifle his yells as Hammer fucked him for nearly 40 minutes of uninterrupted pounding.
The forth fuck happened after Hammer awoke to take a leak around 1am. McDoogle heard him pissing in the toilet before coming back to bed and ramming his cock into his hole. Rick felt the cock plow through him as his anal muscles fought weakly to keep him out. After a leisure hour long fuck, Hammer finally dumped another load in Rick's cum leaking anus. This time instead of going back to his own bed, he slept next to Rick incase he wanted more ass during the night. Around 4am he found himself rolling back onto Rick's bare back as he slipped his cock back into the hole. This time there was barely any resistance as the cock slipped in rather easily. Rick moaned and groaned erotically as Hammer fucked him hard and fast, dumping his fifth load of Aryan cum in his gut.
By morning Rick's bladder was practically bursting at the seams. He begged Hammer to let him pee as the head Aryan walked back over to the bed and slammed his thick hard cock into the hole for a final fuck. Rick squirmed uncomfortably as his ass was fucked a final time, his own cock rock hard with piss as he fought to keep from unloading all over the mattress.
Hammer took no mercy on the trader as he fucked hard into Rick's ass, causing the metal bed springs to squeak and strain as they bounced up and down on the bed like a trampoline. Rick bit down hard into the pillow to keep from making too much noise as his body was fucked, his asshole gripping the hard cock plunging in and out of his ass with firm tightness. Hammer lay down on Rick's back as he humped up and down, his face buried in the married man's neck. Rick could feel the heat of his hot breath as they fucked. Hammer grabbed a fistful of Rick's long black stringy hair, pulling Rick's head backwards as he attacked his neck with his mouth and teeth, suckling hard on the side of Rick's neck. Rick gasped aloud as Hammer sucked a passion mark into his neck, his cock battering at Rick's full bladder. By the time Hammer shot his sixth and final cum load, Rick unloaded a wad of cum/piss mix all over the mattress bed, soaking himself as he pissed with a painful orgasm.
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