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/73 A DISH BEST SERVED COLD...
Pt-1
PIEDMONT PENITENTIARY /TV ROOM
LOCAL NEWS
Reporter: "Jury selection started today in the case of `The City Of Philadelphia verses former Piedmont Prison Warden Dennis Ellis'! Ellis is accused of the hannis crime of selling convicted inmates on the black slave market whom had been placed under his protective custody to serve out their prison sentences! This story broke as a result of an article in the Inquire written by the late Muhammad Shaeed, detailing names and dates of Inmates who were mysterious taken from the Prison without knowledge or consent from family members! Shaeed, --whose real name was Derek Bright, had been convicted 14 years ago for murdering a man he claimed was trying to steal his drugs while under the addiction of crack cocaine! Since then Shaeed had gained notoriety and respect in the community as a Muslim leader in the prison system. He began corresponding with the Editor of the Inquire, writing short informative articles about life in prison and redemption for his crime! Shaeed was believed by some to have been killed as a result of his editorials to the Inquire, particularly the ones fingering Ellis as a slave master!
"If convicted, Ellis could be facing the minimum sentence of 10 years behind bars! Expected to testify for the District Attorney are Reginald Reinhold, and Carl Peachtree, --former Piedmont Prison Correctional Officers who worked under Ellis and are believed to have firsthand knowledge of his illegal activities. Reinhold and Peachtree are the leading suspects in the `Airport Motel Murders', where 4 Philadelphia Police Officers were gunned down while trying to protect the DA's key witness: --28 year old convicted drug dealer Marvin Rollins! Rollins has agreed to a plea bargain with the DA to testify against Ellis for a reduced sentence! The details of that plea bargain are unclear, but speculation is if the DA can get a conviction for Ellis out of Rollins' testimony, he may be granted an early parole! And that doesn't sit well with the family of deceased teenager Louis Carter, whom Rollins was implicated to be involved in the teen's reported suicide, but was not convicted of it!
"We will follow this trial and keep you informed in the days, weeks, and months ahead! This trial is expected to have a lot of twists, turns, and a few surprises as even more Officials names may be called as a result of testimony! Reporting for Action News, I'm Chad Bradley!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA..., looks like Warden Ellis's about to become just another statistic!" laughed one of the inmates watching the local news report.
"Can you imagine what would happen to his ass if he was convicted and sentenced HERE...?!" asked another inmate, getting a silent stare from the other viewers.
"They wouldn't sentence him here..., that would be like signing his death warrant!" surmised another inmate.
"His ass would definitely be run up in!" advised another.
"He would HAVE to be sentenced to Solitary Confinement just to keep the niggas off his ass!"
"Hell..., fat soft ass like his..., he'd be more popular than Duke Daniels!"
Pt-2
The Prison Cafeteria (unlike the prison Yard) had always a place inmates considered a neutral zone. While some prisoners went against the unwritten policy and attacked other inmates while they were at their most vulnerable (eating at the dining table), most abide by the inmate rule to settle scores in a more manly face to face combat in the Yard, or in other parts of the prison.
The Cafeteria (like most all the other parts of the prison) were usually segregated by race and color. Inmates didn't usually intermingle, most didn't wanting to "dirty" their space by allowing an outside race to infiltrate. But today Aryan member Oliver (Snake) Ross found himself seeking the aid of his group's most sworn enemy the Mandingos. He made his way up behind the Mandingo leader while waiting in line for noon chow. Genuwine was too busy talking to one of his men about the news reports of Eliis' trial to realize the Caucasian inmate sneaking up behind.
"Marvin is one slick mofo..., wish I had made that deal with the DA to cut my prison sentence...!" said Genuwine, as they inched forward in line.
"But won't testifying be considered snitching...?" asked 19 year old Morris Jenkins. "...wouldn't Rollins be considered a stoolpigeon and targeted by the inmates?"
"Normally, yeah..." advised Genuwine, schooling the younger inmate. "...but Warden Ellis was a dick head! Ain't no inmate in here gonna care if Marvin rolled over on him! Hell..., most of these mother fucker's would do the same shit if given the chance! Besides..." added Genuwine with a light hearted chuckle. "...I doubt that mofo'll be coming back here anyway!"
"Did you ever get Lexington Bowmen to commit to fighting for you in the new boxing ring?" asked Morris, curiously.
"Sort of..." said Genuwine, grabbing a serving tray from the pile as he got closer to the head of the line. "He promised to fight for me IF I could score him some pussy!" he informed. "Some REAL pussy..., not all this boipussy walking around!"
"And how the hell you gonna do that?" asked Morris. "I ain't seen a woman in here since my mom came to visit me!"
"The Warden has a secretary..." confided Genuwine. "She's a lil' older..., and I'm not sure she'll actually be down with it..., but pussy's pussy!"
"You think you could really get her to spread her legs for a black inmate...?" asked Morris, skeptically.
"A regular inmate, no..., but a former celebrity inmate..., --maybe!" smiled Genuwine, hopeful.
"I uh..., I couldn't help overhearing your conversation...!" said Snake, standing behind the two men in line. Morris and Genuwine both turned around, their faces frowning when they saw their eavesdropper was an Aryan.
"Yo..., get your honky tonk ass away from us, crackjack!" insulted Genuwine, knowing the Aryans meant no good. Snake looked around cautiously, he didn't want to be seen fraternizing with the enemy.
"I uh..., I might be able to help you boys out with your little problem...!" whispered Snake, taking a huge risk.
"Who you calling BOY, bitch?!" asked Morris, ready to fight.
"Chill out!" warned Genuwine, seeing something in Snake's behavior. Morris looked at the leader as if he just committed a crime. "So you say YOU might be able to help us...?" questioned Genuwine, doubtfully. "How could you do that?" he asked.
"I know of another pussy source in the building..., one a lot more obtainable than the Warden's stank secretary!"
"Really...? Who? You?!" joked Genuwine, making light of Snake's position as the Aryan's prison bitch.
"Hammer, Sgt Slaughter, and Deathrow have a secret pussy stash hidden down in Solitary Confinement!" whispered Snake, not wanting anyone else to hear them.
"Lexington ain't interested in no boipussy!" stated Genuwine.
"It's not boy-pussy!" said Snake, "It's pure bonafied god made CUNT! He's even stuck his fishy fingers under my nose to prove it!"
"What is she, a female guard? A civilian staff worker they take down there to pork?" inquired Genuwine.
"It's an inmate! A genuine man-cunt being hidden away from the rest of us while he's doing his time!"
"Man-cunt...?" questioned Morris, unfamiliar with the term.
"Who is he...??" asked Genuwine, intrigued.
"Some loser named Kersey! The Warden's been hiding him to keep him from being raped to death!"
"And this man was born with girl parts...?" asked G.
"As sweet a cunt as an 18 year old virgin whore!" said Snake.
"Can't be real..." doubted Morris. "Could you imagine all the guys in line to fuck something like that...?"
"I would guess that's why the Warden has him hidden!" assumed Genuwine. "How do you know about this guy?" he questioned curiously.
"Rick McDoogle told me after his last stint in Solitary..., said he heard Slaughter, Deathrow and Hammer fucking the shit out of him in the mornings before Kersey takes his solo walks around the prison Yard before dawn!"
"So THAT's who I be seeing chillen in the Yard before daybreak!" thought Genuwine, aloud. He looked over at Snake suspiciously. "Why'r you telling me about some she-bitch the Aryan's've been fucking? What do you get out of this?"
"Let's just say Hammer's been an asshole since he's been fucking the she-guy! I want to see his little pussy trap shut down permanently after you and your boys get in there and turn her out! Just promise me one thing...!" said Snake, wanting to have Hammer all to himself again. "...once you've had your fill, I want you to snuff that bitch for good!"
"We ain't your henchmen, honky!" said Morris, defensively.
Genuwine chilled Morris out with but a hand gesture.
"If what you told us pans out..., you got my word!" assured Genuwine, as Snake walked away satisfied.
"You ain't seriously listening to that lying ass white boy, are you...?!" asked Morris, disbelieving Snake's word. "A prison inmate with a naturally born pussy...?? I ain't never heard of such a thing, man! That white nigga's probably just trying to set us up for something!"
"Its easily verified, and worth looking into!" said Genuwine, wondering if it's true.
"How...?" asked Morris as they got their food in line. "I ain't heard no bruthas mention nothing about a she-male in Solitary..., word definitely would've got around if there was some real pussy in this joint!"
"Hold on..." said Genuwine, spotting a guard he was cool with.
Morris watched (holding Genuwine's food tray) as he walked across the Cafeteria to where Darrin Daniels stood guard.
"Wussup?" asked Darrin, as Genuwine walked right up to him.
Genuwine discreetly whispered to the guard, asking if the rumors were true that there was a man locked away in Solitary Confinement with a naturally born female pussy? When Darrin hesitated his answer, Genuwine knew it was true. He offered to pay the guard anything he wanted to get down into Confinement to get some of that snatch...
"I can't man..., Slaughter and Beanmen got him locked down! They visit his cell practically every morning when they come on shift!"
"Then how bout before their shift...?" asked Genuwine, getting a thoughtful look from the guard.
Pt-3
21 year old David Rodriguez carried his meal tray from the chow line, over to his table. Still recuperating from the savage beating he got at the hands of one of the prison guards, he took his time, walking slowly to keep his balance.
Prison Guard Nicolas Duncan watched David with narrow eyes. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then purposely stuck his foot out to trip the handsome young latino as he walked by with his tray. David tripped over Duncan's foot, and fell face first down to the floor, spilling his food tray 3 feet in front of him.
Everyone in the cafeteria turned around in their seats. 29 year old Dominic Diaz stood up when he saw what happened. When he saw neither of David's brothers (Raul nor Carlos) going to aid their brother, he stepped up, lending a head.
"Back to your seat, convict!" ordered Duncan, intercepting Dominic before he could reach David. "He's a grown man..., he can take care of himself!"
"He wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't tripped him in the first place!" said Dominic, defiantly.
"Back to your seat, convict...! I won't tell you again!" yelled Duncan with more authority, pulling his baton from his hip.
"That stick don't scare me, man!" announced Dominic, ready to fight a fair one.
"Dominic..., don't...!" intervened David, still lying on the floor hurt. Dominic ignored Duncan's order and helped David up anyway. With all eyes on the situation, Duncan didn't want to start a confrontation in front of a room full of eye witnesses.
"I told you to go back to your seat...!" he said, sheathing his baton reluctantly. "...next time you disobey an order, I'll have you slapped in Solitary Confinement for a week!"
"Whateva nigga!" said Dominic, helping David to their table as everyone went back to their meals. "You alright...? You hurt...?" asked Dom, seating David down in the closest seat.
"I'm okay." said David, embarrassed.
"Why that mother fucker keep missing with you? First in your cell, now here! He got some kinda grudge against you?"
"Its okay..." said David, not wanting to talk about it.
"You don't have to take that shit, you know! You could go to his superior and file a harassment charge! We could put in a request to talk to the Warden if you want...?" suggested Dominic.
"No...! I..., I don't want to...!" said David, fearfully as he watched Duncan hovering from across the room.
"Look at you..., you're practically trembling..., just like that night he came at your cell!" witnessed Dominic. "What that mother fucker do to you? Did he threaten you? Did he hit you? Was he the one that beat you that day...??"
Without saying a single word, the fearful look in David's eyes said it all. "That mother fucker...!!" yelled Dominic, getting up from his chair.
"No Dom...! Don't go over there! Don't say anything to him!" begged David, pulling him back down. "He said he'd kill you if you got involved! Please..., leave it alone!"
"Kill me...??" questioned Dominic. "That nigga don't know who he fucking with!" he stated, looking in Duncan's direction. Other Guards in the room started to gather, sensing something might pop off.
"Please Dom..., I don't want to see anything happen to you! Don't do or say anything that might get you hurt...! Please? For me?!"
Dominic calmed down a little when he heard the urgency in David's voice.
"Is that why you told that mofo we ain't together? That I wasn't your boifriend?" questioned Dominc, not caring who heard at the table.
"Yeah..." answered David, shamefully.
"Don't worry, baby..." said Dominic, lifting David's head by the chin. "...ain't nothing gonna happen to me! Now THAT nigga..., HE the one need to update his insurance plan!"
Pt-4
While all eyes were on the excitement, 19 year old Morris Jenkins had one of his Mandingo buddies (Wyome) toss a folded note in 18 year old Wendall White's lap while sitting at his table with the Muslims.
Wendall knew better than to openly read the note in front of Rashad and his men, so he secretly palmed it until he could read it later. Later after chow, he was able to slip the note open while Rashad was busy talking with his fellow Muslims. The note simply read: "I know what they did to you, meet me in the west wing stairwell at 1pm if you want revenge!" Wendall made no change in his face or demeanor as he neatly refolded the note and discreetly placed it in his pocket. As Rashad and his crew began to leave the caff and head for the Yard, Wendall announced a painful stomachache from the foot, and asked to be excused to go back to the cell to use the laboratory?
"Yeah..., go!" said Rashad, casually. "Go with him...!" he added to one of his sheep, as he and the rest of his flock continued to walk.
Wendall walked quickly, trying to get far enough ahead of his tagalong to shake him. He wasn't sure who dropped him the note, but he certainly was intrigued, and definitely interested in revenge.
He managed to lose his tail as he made it to the west stairwell. He looked around suspiciously to make sure no one was watching before turning the knob and ducking inside. He was surprised to see another inmate standing there, one near him in age.
"I'm Morris Jenkins..., I used to be where you are right now!" he announced, talking quickly as he knew Wendall didn't have much time to spare...
Pt-5
39 year old Abdul Shabot came from his physical therapy class where he was learning to lip speak and sign language. Since losing his voice in a chokehold (chap-66, pt-6), Abdul has had to learn to live without speech. In all accounts he was just plain lucky to be alive, as his former cellmate and friend (Raymond [Amahd] Sherman) really wanted him dead.
But since returning home to his new cellmate (Jamal Fatah), Abdul has felt a strain in their relationship. When they first moved in together, Jamal couldn't keep his hands off him. Almost as soon as the prison lights went out at night, Jamal has his ass all over Abdul, --kissing him, hugging him, sucking him, pulling him into his loving hole with the force of a whirlpool. But now, it's as if Jamal's afraid to touch him, afraid to hold him, afraid he might shrivel away and die. Abdul has been wanting to talk to Jamal about the incident, to tell him that nothing else has changed in him, but Jamal refused to look at him, unable to read his lips as he tried to lip sing his words. The two men slept in separate beds, not even sharing the basic intimacies such as holding hands or even cuddling.
Jamal made secret plans with his brethren, holding secret meetings away from the larger flock. He explained what the inmate Davis Wood told him of Muhammad's death, sharing that another inmate besides Amahd was involved. He wanted volunteers to help him avenge their fallen brother, to honor his death with the blood of his executioner. It didn't take long for him to find his accomplices, as they plotted a map of revenge.
Back in the cell he returned, feeling empty and drained. He (and his followers) prayed to their god (Ali), seeking forgiveness for the deed they were plotting to do. When he got to his cell, he put up his Quran, and simply disrobed and waited for lights out.
20 minutes into sleep, he felt hands rubbing on him in the dark. He woke up and grabbed the hands, stopping them from roaming further. "Abdul..." he whispered, his voice full of rejection. "...not tonight..., its been a long day...!"
Abdul hesitated, perhaps mouthing a response Jamal couldn't see. When Jamal's grip on his hands lessened, Abdul continued. "Abdul...!" said Jamal wearily, not feeling the moment. Abdul leaned forward and started to tongue Jamal's nipple. Jamal stopped fighting momentarily, basking in the familiar feeling of his lover's touch.
Abdul reached his hand down under Jamal's bed sheets, feeling between his legs as his dick started to harden and fatten in his shorts. Lust started to creep into Jamal's loins as he gave in, letting go of his anxiety.
Abdul squeezed the lump in Jamal's shorts, feeling the length with his fingers before slipping his hand into the boxer slit to finger the ass crack. Jamal spread his legs, feeling Abdul's middle finger explore his nether regions. Abdul could feel the asshole pulse to life under his touch. He abandoned Jamal's chest to free him from his boxers. As soon as he had them free from his hairy legs, he pulled the legs up and open, then buried his face in-between the taut buns. "uhhh..." moaned Jamal, trying to keep quiet as his joy button was pressed and licked. It'd been so long since he and Abdul had had sex that he practically forgot how good it felt.
Abdul ate ass like a man possessed. He was determined to put some normalcy back into his life if it killed him. He held the Muslim leader's legs open like a wishbone, licking and sucking hardily on his delicious hole.
Jamal buried his head back in the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth gaped open with desire. He grunted softly under his breath, not wanting the neighbors to hear what was going on in their cell. He could feel Abdul's tongue drilling into him, slowly opening him, making him want to get fucked.
With one hand on the back of Abdul's buried head, Jamal reached down between his lover's legs, grasping Abdul's 8 inch erection. He maneuvered himself until he had his head hanging off the edge of the bed in 69 position. He pulled Abdul's shorts down out of the way, then aimed his succulent hardon down at his mouth and sank it in.
Abdul groaned as the warm mouth enveloped him, taking him in whole. Jamal sucked up and down the hard length, going wild with passion as he ate the dick as if he were a man starving. The two men locked together that way, eating, sucking, tasting, touching as one. It wasn't long before Jamal had Abdul on the ropes, his hard 8 incher throbbing sorely between his lips as it swelled, then spit out tasty gobs of salty sperm directly down into Jamal's caressing throat.
Abdul groaned silently into Jamal's asshole, breathing hard and shooting round after round of creamy semen into his lover's throat. Jamal ate the loads without prejudice. He down it all as if drinking the elixir of life. When Abdul was done cumming, Jamal first milked, then released his dick, spinning Abdul around until he was on top of him. Jamal spread his legs, allowing room for Abdul to lie between. He spit some access sperm from his mouth onto his fingers then massaged them onto his asshole before aiming Abdul's hardon up to the opening.
"Fuck me, man...!" he whispered in the dark. "I want to feel you all up inside me right now!"
Abdul did what he needed to do to accommodate his boyfriend. He pushed forward with his hips, sinking his dick inside. "UUUHHH...!" groaned Jamal, feeling his sphincter muscles expand.
Abdul sank in balls deep, then started to slowly fuck his lover. He lay down on top of him, kissing him directly in the mouth as they shared a sloppy kiss. Jamal wrapped his arms around Abdul, hugging his body close to him as they began to fuck each other in harmony.
The springs of the bunk could be heard in the quiet of the night as the two men made love. Soft grunts, heavy breathing, and gentle slapping noises emitted from their cell. If anyone heard them in the night, no one said anything. Most inmates lived by a code regarding what happened in a man's cell after lights out. No one usually questioned it. They all knew and understood that sometimes a man had needs that he couldn't always keep in check.
Jamal's dick was rock hard, lying across his flat belly, leaking generous amounts of precum onto his abs. He sucked frantically on Abdul's searching tongue, lost in exploration as the two man bounced together as one.
Jamal's knees touched his own shoulders as he was doubled in half. Abdul's dick sliced through his bare bottom like a huge knife, cutting deep inside him as he picked up the pace of his fuck.
Jamal could feel Abdul's balls slapping against his ass, signifying that he was burying all 8 inches with every thrust. Jamal relaxed his asshole, giving in total to his lust as his anal passage started to get moist. Abdul could feel the change in texture and depth as he continued to stroke away inside. His dick was being expertly massaged as he slid easily back and forth, burrowing deeper with every stroke.
Jamal reached down between their bodies, grasping his dick as he began to stoke himself in unison with Abdul's frantic thrusts. He was ripe and ready to explode as he began working his hand up and down the length. "Phuuuck mmuunnn..!" he moaned into Abdul's kissing mouth, losing his composure as he came all over himself.
Abdul felt Jamal's asshole spasm around his plunging manhood, and fucked harder. He drove himself through the flexing anus with quick hard jabs, literally stabbing Jamal through the anus with every thrust. After a full minute of anal snapping, Abdul pushed in and unloaded his second orgasm deep in his cellmate's bottom. Jamal felt the dick pulsing and spitting inside him, filling him with evidence of their passion.
"Shit man, I missed you!" gasped Jamal, breaking away from the soulful kiss as he whispered hotly into Abdul's ear. "I missed you so fucking much...! I thought I'd go crazy here without you!"
There was so much Abdul wanted to say back as he basked in his orgasm, but his voice wouldn't let him. He merely buried his head in Jamal's neck and bit lovingly along the sides, careful not to leave a mark. "I was so fucking angry that I didn't help you sooner against Amahd.., maybe you would still be able to speak now if I didn't hesitate first...?"
Abdul lefted up enough to look Jamal in the face. In the dark they could barely see each other's silhouettes from the night lights outside their cell. Abdul covered Jamal's lips with his fingers, keeping him from blaming himself for his injuries. Then he leaned forward and kissed him softly, a gentle kiss to let him know that he didn't hold him responsible for anything that happened. No one could have known what Amahd (Ray) would do, no one could have know how he was snap and go off the deep end, --not even Abdul.
The two men ley together all night that night, making love 2 more times before breaking apart before the morning buzzer sounded. In the morning as the sun rose, they still held the same feelings, a warm comfort Abdul didn't think he would find with no one other than Muhammad.
Pt-6
As morning wore on and inmates went on about their daily business (eating chow, working the kitchen, the laundry room, and the license-plate shop), plans and plots went into motion. In the prison's Library, 34 year old inmate Davis Wood (father of 4) sat in the back of the last isle of the library (a place formally occupied for over 30 years by the late great Copper [Gramps] Jewel), where he was being face feed for the past few hours by a steady stream of inmates. His cellmate/pimp Mason Miller forces Davis to sell his mouth to inmates for cheap profit which Mason pocketed completely.
Most inmates enter the library with the sole purpose of getting a blow job, rarely were the library books actually used for anything other than decoys for prison guards who may wander by and pop their heads in to be nosey.
Davis sat in his chair, his head grasped tightly in the hand of an inmate as he thrust his hips back and forth into Davis' face. Davis was forced to suck and swallow the entire dick down to the balls as the man set up a viscous pace. Mason had long removed Davis' adult teeth through viscous beatings, making biting an aggressive dick impossible. Most inmates loved the enhancement Davis' toothless mouth had to offer. They paid Mason handsomely, mostly with cigarettes and favors (giving Mason an extra potion of chow or dessert at dinner, or hooking him up with better drugs or home-made booze). Davis never saw one iota of the profits, all he ever received was a belly full of spoiled cum at the end of the day. Then at night he would have to suffer Mason raping his asshole diligently, pounding his anal pussy (sometimes violently) until he blasted his insides with his reproductive sludge.
The whole thing was demeaning for someone like David who had always had a handle on his sexuality before. Since meeting Mason, Davis had seen his world turned upsidedown. From the death of his former cellmate and lover (James Derekson), to being abused by Mason, hooked on drugs, forced into prostitution, and finally losing his wife and family. He felt he had little else to lose (save for his children). He decided to go with the flow, not to rock the boat with Mason. He wanted to live long enough to get paroled and hopefully see his kids again before they forgot about him.
From the corner of his eye he could see the line of men lined up behind the face fucker currently using him. From the other side he could see Mason observing, making sure Davis did what he was supposed to and not refuse anyone service.
In the distance Davis saw two Muslim enter the aisle. Mason hadn't yet noticed them as he was busy working out a deal with another possible face fucker. Davis watched as through one eye as the 2 Muslim walked up behind him. The man speaking to Mason said nothing in warning (perhaps ignorant to what the Muslim brothers had in mind). One of the Muslims grabbed Mason from behind, placing on hand over his mouth to prevent him from screaming while the other Muslim walked by and quickly slit his throat with a lung straight razor. The move happened so fast that the man talking to Mason didn't even have enough time to run. Blood squirt from Mason's torn juggler, spraying everything in sight. In an instant the Muslims were gone. Mason grabbed his throat, looking down at the bllod gushing from his neck. He staggered a few feet in the aisle before falling to the floor. Everyone in line behind the face fucker turned and bolted for the door. The face fucked continued his stride, ignorant to what was happening outside his own pleasure. He continued to hammer at Davis' throat until he finally came, shooting a rapid of cum down the cock sucker's cum thirsty throat.
When he finally pulled his satisfied dick free from the toothless hole he came in, he was shocked to see himself covered in Mason's blood. He tucked his soft dick back into his prison pants as he too made a quick run for the exit. Davis just sat in his chair smiling, looking down at his dead tormentor as he rejoiced in his sudden new found freedom.
Pt-7
At nearly the same time Officer Duncan was doing his scheduled walk of D-Block when he just so happened upon David Rodriguez's cell. He looked around to see that most of the inmates still inside the Block were busy minding their own business. No one really paid him much mind as he quietly walked the length of the catwalk.
Peering into David's cell, he saw the young puertorican lying under the covers in bed. Perhaps he was still recovering from the beating he administered on him for cheating, giving away the pussy he claimed for himself? Duncan couldn't resist taunting David some more, wanting to see the fear in his eyes again as he held his billy-club up over his head, poised to strick.
He crept into David's cell, making sure not to make the slightest sound. He inched up to the bed, fighting the urge to rip off his clothes and molest the boy where he lay. Duncan unlatched his club from his hip, then yanked the covers off David's body to shock him awake. But much to Duncan's surprise, it wasn't David in bed, but Dominic. The 29 year blatino wasted no time jumping up from the bed (full dressed), and wrestling Duncan in David's cell. The two men fought as Duncan tried to radio for help. He was sorely outmatched by Dominic's street smart tenacity and unmatched heart. Dominic forced Duncan back out of the cell and up against the railing protecting prisoners from falling over. Duncan tried to yell out loud, but his voice was cut off by the force of his own billy-club cutting across his Adams apple. "This's for David...!" said Dominic in a calm tone before reaching down to cup Duncan's groin. He squeezed the delicate ball sack hard in his strong hand before using the crotch to flip Duncan up backwards over the railing. Duncan saw the whole world turn upsidedown as he fell 3 stories to his death, hitting the hard cement floor with a crash of thunder.
The CO's would soon come running, putting the Block (if not the whole prison) on lockdown, but no one would ever report seeing anything. With no eyewitnesses to the crime, Officer Duncan's fall would be labeled a tragic mishap. No one would pay the price for his death. and no one would morn him.
Pt-8
EARLIER...
...the Muslim Rashad was returning from the prison Yard with his new young cellmate (Wendall White). Wendall knew from past experience that they was en-route to their cell where Rashad would spend the next 10 minutes digging in his ass with his dick. Afterwards Rashad would send Wendall down to his brethren cells, allowing them seconds, thirds, forths, and fifths up his straight once virginal backside.
But today Wendall had a plan of his own. All during morning breakfast he had been jittery. He knew the plan was in motion, but wasn't sure if he could go through with it. He ate breakfast as normal, his asshole still smarting from the morning pounding he received from Rashad and his men. He walked along behind the Muslims as they went to the Yard (a regular regimen) to stretch their legs and get some sun. He listened as they talked shop, scoping the inmates for new recruits and possible pussyboys to turn as time passed by. Then he followed them as they went to pray, praying to their god for whatever sins they committed in the past couple of hours. Then to lunch were he couldn't keep from eyeballing Morris Jenkins from the Mandingo table. Morris did his best to keep from looking over at him, not wanting to blow the plan. But Genuwine noticed the sideways glances as he read the two men's faces from afar. He knew something was amidst, something secret that no one but the two teenagers knew about. Genuwine knew if Morris had somehow gotten an alignment with Rashad fuckboi Wendall..., that there was only a matter of time before something very bad happened to him!
After lunch it was back to the Yard for a second stretching and a brisk walk. It was there that Rashad and his men tried to recruit the men they easlier scoped. They had some success, but it was the possibly pussyboys that really got them all excited to fuck. Rashad suggested they retire to their cells for afternoon prayer (as well as some extracurricular activities). It was during the walk back to the cell Block that Wendall (pretending to be hot in the ass for Rashad's dick), begged the Muslim leader to sneak him into the stairwell as he did the first time they fucked.
Rashad (believing his amazing sex had indeed sprung the boy) deviated from the path and ventured to take Wendall up on his request. He took the boy to the very stairwell to stole his virginity in. Wendall could feel his heart beating a mileaminute as Rashad turned the doorknob and led the way inside.
Wendall was surprised that no one was there when they got there. He had been expecting a full ambush, --a terrible thumping of Rashad's skull at the hands of 20 or 30 Mandingo members. When he saw the empty stairwell, he thought himself betrayed by his new found friend. Had Morris been lying about being raped in a similar manner by Rashad and his men?
"Well..., let's get on with it...!" said Rahsad, unzipping his pants. His dick had been hard since Wendall suggested the stairwell. He wanted to pound the boy's back in, fuck him until he split his buttock in two, then cum off inside him.
Wendall hesitated as he waited for the Calvary to show. When no one did, he was forced to go through with his suggestion as he slowly knelt on the floor and took Rashad's dick into his mouth. "Yeah punk..., suck that dick for me! Show me how much you love it!" said Rashad, loving the feel of the mouth on his dick. Wendall sucked, but not with the enthusiasm he promised. Rashad found himself receiving the same mundane head as usual. "Shit boy..., put some life into it! Act like you want it!" he ordered, grabbing Wendall's head as he started to face fuck him.
Wendall felt the force of Rashad's thrusts as he fucked at his face, forcing more dick between his lips. Wendall struggled to keep up, not liking oral sex at all. He tried to keep his mouth open and his throat relaxed (as he was taught), but he never could relax enough to accept another man's penis being shoved down his throat.
Rashad twist and turned his head in every direction, trying to find the right angle to make the boy deepthroat. Wendall choked and gagged with nearly every thrust, his throat fighting the invasion as he tried to wrench himself free.
"What the fuck's wrong with you, asshole...? You asked for this dick...!!" yelled Rashad angrily as he pulled from Wendall's disappointing mouth and forced him to stand up and bend over.
"Wait...!" yelled the kid, unprepared mentally and physically to take dick.
"Fuck that..., you asked for it...!" said Rashad, grabbing hold of the teens ass as he rammed his hardened dick straight through him.
"AARRRRHHHHHGGG...!!!" screamed Wendall, his ass on fire as Rahsad's dick speared his secret hidden place.
Wendall bucked forward, trying to get away as a searing pain erupted throughout his rectum. "Fuck man...! Stop...! Don't...! Please...!" he begged, getting the fucking of his young life. Rashad was only 7 and 1/2 in length, but for Wendall's ass it might as well had been 13 inches!
He squirmed, cried, and wailed as the dick fucked into him, tearing through the fighting sphincter muscles to roam inside the colon. He knew his body was not designed to take such punishment as he pleaded with his rapist to have mercy. But mercy was always in short order from Rashad. He fucked into his boy captives as if he owned them. He didn't care if they gave up the ass willingly or not, so long as they had a tight warm place for him to lay his dick every night.
He fucked into Wendall's tight gripping whole with the strength of a madman, spurred on by the boy's struggles as he tossed him up against the wall and hacked away at his ass like a butcher with a hacksaw. "You should be used to dick by now, boy...!" whispered Rahsad, steady humping into Wendall's firm young ass. Wendall wondered how a man could possible get used to being physically abused everyday? It was his deepest darkest secret shame. He couldn't go to the Guards about it, he couldn't talk to his lawyer about it, and he certainly couldn't let his mother and sisters know he was being forced fucked like a lady! No one in the prison would care anyway. He HAD to endure Rashad's advances, or be turned over to the wolves, the real rapists, murders, and child molesters on the prison. He bit down on his fists, concentrating on the physical pain he was putting on his knuckles to keep from worrying about his asshole.
Rashad could feel himself getting close. He tightened his hold on Wendall's hips and hammered harder into the bubble butt backside. He loved how the new ones gripped his tool. A big smile crept across his face as his eyes rolled up into his head. He threw back his head as he continued to fuck, reveling in the ocean of pleasure his dick was receiving.
He could hear the boy grunting and crying in the far distance as his whole world zeroed in on his climax. His dick became extra sensitive as it rocketed through Wendall's space like a Nasal missile. He hammered, fucked, poked, and prodded the hole before him, using it for his ultimate pleasure. He could feel his climax upon him any second as he shoved all the way in and screamed like a wild banshee in the night.
"AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH YYEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH...!!" He yelled as he came, filling Wendall's anal cavity with a deluge of heavy cream. Wendall could feel every throb, every pulse as the dick jumped and jerked inside him, feeling him with his latest batch of shameful sludge.
Slowly he could feel Rashad's dick starting to soften and recede. Rashad held inside him until his dick finally plopped out on its own. He used a hankie to clean his penis off as he watched Wendall wipe the tears from his eyes. "Really, you ought to be honored to be my bitch! I could have left you to the murderers that were plotting to rape your ass...!"
"It wouldn't have been no different, believe me!" said a voice standing behind Rashad.
Startled, Rashad spun around only to find 19 year old Morris Jenkins standing in the wing. Morris was holding a metal pipe he'd gotten and smuggled in from the Laundry Room. Before Rashad could react, Morris brought the pipe down over his head, cracking his skull. Rashad's head bounced like a bouy before getting hit again sideways. The force of the blow sent his body down the concrete steps head first. He tumbled like a rag doll, his head hitting every other step until he landed awkwardly at the bottom, his eyes open staring up at the ceiling.
Morris looked over at Wendal whom looked petified. "You alright...?" he asked, sympathetic to his trauma. Wendall shook his head `yes'.
"I...I thought you forgot...!" he finally said, too scared to move from the wall.
"Genuwine wouldn't let me out of his sight..., he kept following me around as if he knew I was up to something! Took me awhile to shake him! I didn't want any witnesses...!" said Morris, looking over at Wendall thoughtfully. Wendall's eyes widened at that last comment as he looked down at the pipe in Morris' steady hands. The two young men stared at each other for the longest minute of their lives...
"You gonna kill me too...?" asked Wendall, trying to read Morris' mind.
"I will if you ever speak a word of this to anybody!" threatened Morris. "Go back to your cell and wait for Rashad..., when they come to you to ask what happen, tell them that Rashad sent you on ahead while he went to take care of some business! If you ever tell anyone about what happened here..., I'll personally see to it that the Mandingos butt fuck you one guy each for the rest of you prison term! Do you understand?"
"y...ye...yes...!!" stammered Wendall, more frightened than before.
"Now calm down and go to your cell...!" ordered Morris, tucking the pipe back under his shirt as Wendall pulled up his pants and ran from the stairwell.
Morris casually walked back towards the Laundry Facility where he carefully replaced the broken pipe he stole. Just as he was finishing up, he heard the sirens ring, indicating a lockdown as inmates were instructed to return to their cells immediately.
No one would be blamed for Rashad's death, the coreoner would lable it an accident, reporting Rashad had probably slipped and fallen down the flight of cement stairs and cracked his skull in two places. Rashad's men didn't accept or believe the report, and questioned Wendall vigorously on several occasions to get the truth. But Wendall stuck to his story that Rashad had sent him on ahead. After a few weeks, he was transferred from the Muslim cell Block, into the Mandingos, where he quickly became a honorary member under the insistence of Morris Jenkins.
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