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/8 REUNIONS
Saint Elizabeth's Hospital...
52 yr old Warden --Dennis Ellis walked angrily through the halls of the hospital. He'd received reports that one of his inmates (Tempest Williams) had been transported to the hospital after being found near death (a stabbing victim) in one of the prison stairwells. Unfortunately, Ellis heard reports that the victim survived, and was recuperating in critical but stable condition in the recovery room.
"Ellis..!" called an oddly familiar voice, causing the warden to turn around.
"David?" he called back unsure, his eye squinting in faded recognition as the face he saw slowly became familiar. "David McConnell! As I live and breathe!" he said, bursting out into a full grin.
"Good to see you, old friend." smiled McConnell, shaking hands.
"How long's it been? 15 yrs?" asked Ellis, thinking back.
"About that! You know I made Captain!" informed McConnell.
"I know..., I've seen the news!" laughed Ellis. "That was something how you caught that cop killer..., and right in your own apartment! I suppose you were next on his hit list, eh?"
"I was just fortunate." responded McConnell, the memory obviously a sore one for him to recall.
"Yeah, well..., I would love to stay and catch up on old times, but I have a patient to see..."
"Tempest Williams?" asked McConnell, causing Ellis' grin to fade.
"Yeah..., he's an inmate of mine..."
"I know, -MY Precinct arrested him." said McConnell. "Took us a long time to catch him, -I lost a lot of good cops trying to bring him to justice."
"You did a good job of that. You can rest easy knowing that he'd most likely be spending the rest of his yrs behind bars." assured Ellis.
"That's why I'm here, Dennis." explained McConnell, uncomfortably. "I understand that Tempest was found by one of your guards in a prison stairwell, he'd been attacked, knifed, obviously raped by doctor's report, and left for dead."
"Yeah. And rest assured my department is looking into how that happened!" said Ellis, knowing where McConnell was going.
"That's just the point, Dennis. I KNOW Tempest Williams, -he'd a ruthless, vindictive, brutal street criminal. There's NO way anyone would be able to get the drop on him this fast and this easily, without it being a set up!"
"What'r you saying, David?" asked Ellis, suspiciously.
"Hell Dennis, we just dropped the prisoner off at your prison, and he gets knifed and raped in the same day?"
"Happens all the time." said Ellis, nonchalantly.
"Not to Tempest! He's not your average run of the mill criminal! This man is too smart to be duped by some red neck convict or some dealer with an axe to grind! The doctor reports that Tempest had marks on his body consistent with being restrained, and that his asshole was so badly protruded, that it looked like he'd been penetrated with a baseball bat! There's no way that could have happened in that short of a time period, without some inside help! Tempest is too well connected in prison, hell, half the inmates in there has worked for him at one point or another!"
"I don't think I like what you're implying, David!" said Ellis, insulted by the accusations.
"I'm just concerned that my people will be cheated out of justice if Tempest is somehow killed in your prison! We worked too hard for too long to get him, to see him taken out so fast!"
"Well maybe instead of arresting him, one of your men should have put a bullet in his head!" suggested Ellis.
"We aren't executioners, Dennis! We're law enforcers!"
Ellis laughed.
"You know..., I almost forgot how arrogant and pompous you really are!"
"Me...?" surprised McConnell.
"Yeah, YOU! You think because YOU have this Dagwood Do-good sense and sensibility, that the rest of us have to run around like chickens with our heads cut off to make sure the scales of justice is always balanced! Well I'm here to tell you Captain McConnell, that some of us see blind justice and an eye for an eye, as poetic justice! Tempest Williams made a lot of enemies on the streets and in the joint, yet YOU come to me with accusations that MY MEN may be the ones involved? How DARE you made such unfounded assumptions!" exploded Ellis.
"You have to admit that it sounds fishy, Ellis..."
"I've had enough of your condescending, David..., no wonder we haven't talked in 15 yrs! Tell me, did you wife mention your holier than thou attitude before she walked out on you?"
"My wife has nothing to do with this situation!" said McConnell, sorely.
"I don't think a man who can't keep his house in order..., let alone the Precinct he runs, should be making bold comments about how others run their departments!" spit Ellis viscously, before walking off. "See you in another 15 yrs!"
Ellis walked into Tempest's hospital room, to find the once viscously virile drug dealer barely breathing on support. The room was empty, except for the sounds of monitor equipment. Ellis walked up quietly to Tempest's bedside. Tempest was handcuffed to the bed rail, a uniformed officer standing post outside is room. Ellis stood there, as Tempest slowly opened his eyelids.
"So..., you're still alive." whispered Ellis, amusingly. "I underestimated you. You're obviously one tough cockroach! Guess I should've used a bigger shoe to squash you with!"
"Better...have...tried...!" --whispered Tempest, barely able to speak.
"I'm patient..., I have YEARS to try, try again!" smiled Ellis, letting Tempest know that this wasn't over.
Pt-2
An outdoor restaurant on City Line Avenue...
"Malik..., over here!" shouted Philadelphia officer Jake Valentine, waving from his outdoor table. Malik looked both ways for traffic, before jotting across. "Hey man! Good to see you!" said Jake, giving Malik a hug before re-taking his seat. "Malik Jones, this is my partner, -Maleecee Cortez. Maleecee, -Malik."
"Nice to meet you." said Malik politely, reaching across the table to shake hands with the Spanish officer, dressed in plain clothes.
"You too." said Maleecee, checking Malik out. "So, you two used to be partners or something?" he asked, curiously.
"No. But Malik used to be a cop. He used to work the undercover division of Precinct-23." explained Jake.
"Undercovers? Why'd you stop?" asked Maleecee, taking a bit of his appetizer.
"Got another job." said Malik, looking through the menu.
"Better than undercover? What you get, promoted to FBI or something?" --asked Maleecee.
"No." snickered Malik, amused. "I work for the prison system. I'm a guard."
"Oh." said Maleecee, arching his eyebrows.
"I know its not glamorous, but I needed a break from police work." explained Malik.
"What happened? Did you get shot?" asked Maleecee, curiously.
"No. Personal issues." said Malik.
"Malik and Captain McConnell saved my life, once!" --said Jake, trying to change the mood of the table. "My ex-partner Bruce Gardner had me strapped to a bed, -holding me hostage at gun point! Officer Jones and Capt McConnell came busting in just in tom to the rescue! If it wasn't for them, there's no telling what Gardner would have done to me!" --smiled Jake (referring to events which happened in Precinct-23 #18).
"Sounds like you were a hero, Malik. Thanks for saving my partner!" smiled Maleecee, holding Jake's hand under the table. Jake blushed. Malik noticed the eye contact between the two men, signifying something more than friends. The waiter came over and asked Malik for his order. Malik told the waiter what he wanted from the menu, pretending not to notice the odd looks Maleecee gave Jake.
"So.., how long you two been partners?" he asked, once the waiter left.
"Oh, uh..., Mal took Bruce's place right after his arrest, so we've been partners for a few months now." explained Jake.
"Pretty close?" asked Malik, causing Maleecee to squirm uncomfortably as he removed his hand from Jakes under the table.
"Yes." answered Jake.
"About as close as partners can be." added Maleecee.
"I knew some pretty close partners." said Malik, suggestively.
"What are you getting at?" asked Maleecee.
"Malik knows about my..., he knows what happened between me and Gardner." intervened Jake. Maleecee, shifted in his seat. "Mal knows about me, Malik. There are no secrets between us."
"I understand." said Malik, reading between the lines. Maleecee was still trying to figure out how much Malik knew.
"So Malik..., where you living at now?" asked Jake, changing the subject just as the waiter brought Malik his drink.
"I'm currently living with a friend, until I get my own apartment." said Malik, tasting his drink.
"Have you and Captain McConnell reconciled your differences?" asked Jake, concerned.
"No." answered Malik, squirming at the mere mention of the captain's name.
"Were you and McConnell close?" asked Maleecee, catching Malik's uneasiness.
"You could say that." said Malik, keeping his response short.
"Malik roomed with McConnell for awhile before he left the force." explained Jake. The shocked expression on Maleecee's face told Malik that the officer was starting to figure out their relationship.
"You and McConnell were...?" he asked, stopping short of asking the actual question.
"It's okay Malik, Maleecee knows everything. He and I live together now." clarified Jake, causing Malik to seat at ease.
"We were, for awhile." admitted Malik. Maleece sat up in his seat, totally interested in Malik and McConnell's relationship.
"So why did it end? Was HE the reason you left the force?" he asked, intrigued.
"Something like that." said Malik, not comfortable talking about his ex-lover.
"Are you seeing anyone now?" asked Jake, prying deeper.
"No..., well, kinda..." said Malik, confused by his own thoughts.
"Sounds mysterious." said Maleecee, studying Malik's expressions.
"Its complicated." answered Malik, unable to define the relationship between him and Marvin Rollins, the inmate at Piedmont Penitentiary. "Excuse me..., I have to use the restroom!" he suddenly added, getting up from the table. Both Jake and Maleecee watched Malik go into the restaurant, in search of the restroom.
"Your friend seems a little distant." said Maleecee, taking a sip from his red wine.
"Malik and I weren't friends." confessed Jake, catching Maleecee off guard.
"You weren't?" he asked in surprise. "Then why did you set up this lunch reunion? You said you wanted to get together with old friends!"
"No..., what I said was I wanted to get some old friends together!" corrected Jake.
"I fail to see the difference." said Maleecee. Just then, Captain David McConnell came walking up the sidewalk. Maleecee's jaw dropped, as he was unaware of the added guest.
"Sorry I'm late..., I had a previous engagement I HAD to attend." said McConnell, taking the forth seat. "Have you ordered yet?"
"Just appetizers." said Jake. The waiter came out with Malik's order, and placed it in front of McConnell.
"I didn't order this..." said McConnell. The waiter looked confused for a second, until Malik came back to the table. Malik and McConnell said nothing as Malik reluctantly re-took his seat.
"Jake...!" said McConnell, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, sir. I just thought you two needed to talk!" said Jake, apologizing. "Come on, Mal..., let's go see what kind of wine lists they have inside!"
"The same kind they have outside...!" said Mal, as Jake pulled him out of his chair. Malik picked up his drink, downing more than half of it before putting it back on the table.
"So..., how have you been?" asked McConnell, sensing Malik was duped into being here, just as he was.
"Good." answered Malik, avoiding eye contact.
"How's the new job?"
"How'd you know...?"
"The prison called me for recommendations..." explained McConnell.
"Oh. It's going good." said Malik.
"Have you found a place to live yet?"
"I'm still looking. I'm currently staying with a friend at the moment."
"Platonic friend?" asked McConnell.
"Of course!" lied Malik. "Why?"
"Just curious." answered McConnell. "You have passion marks all over your neck."
Malik pulled his shirt collar up over his neck, forgetting Marvin (the inmate) had bit him there during a recent sexual encounter.
"Look Captain..., I didn't mean for things to happen the way that they did between us..." said Malik, still avoiding eye contact. "...there's a lot of things going on in my life that I just don't understand, at the moment..."
"You don't have to explain, Malik. I understand that you're young.., and this lifestyle, the experience..., -is all new to you." reasoned McConnell, having thought about it for a long time. "I was probably out of line, convincing a relationship where it was clearly a boss/employee background. I took it too far. I don't blame you for anything."
"Thank you, Captain." said Malik, finally looking over at McConnell's face for the first time. "That means a lot to me."
"You're a good kid, Malik. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for." said McConnell, honestly.
30 short minutes later, the 2 men were alone in McConnell's River-View Apartments just off of Kelly Drive. Malik was wrapped up in McConnell's arms, lips locked together as they tongue sucked each other passionately. Hands groped tight firm asses as hard dicks bulged behind jeans and dress slacks. Malik broke the kiss as he pushed McConnell back on the couch, reaching for his fasten as he quickly tried to free his erection.
"Malik..., what are we doing...?" asked McConnell, watching Malik struggle to open his pants. Once he got the fasten free and the zipper down, he reached into the crotch and pulled out the 9 and ½ inch curved dick. McConnell gasped as Malik took the dick into his mouth, sucking it intensely as he swirled it around in his mouth like a taffy.
McConnell leaned back in his seat, no longer worried about the concerns he had before. He sat back and watched Malik swallow his dick, taking it into the back of his mouth, the big round head touching onto the back of his throat. McConnell groaned softly as his dick passed down into Malik's throat. Malik's lips suckled at the fat root of the Captain's dick, his throat ballooned to make room for the huge man sausage lodged in his throat. When Malik came back up for air, McConnell caressed his handsome face with his hands.
Malik stood up and started to undo his own pants. When McConnell tried to get up, he pushed the older man back down into his seat. Malik kicked off his shoes and pants, then climbed up on McConnell's lap. McConnell watched as Malik maneuvered himself over his dick, then eased his ass back on it. He spit into his fingers, then massaged it into his asshole before sitting back on it. McConnell's dick head pierced his tight anus, causing Malik's head to spring back as he sat down on it.
"Take it easy, Malik..." warned McConnell, watching with concern as Malik pushed back hard on it, forcing all of McConnell's hardon in his ass quickly. McConnell felt Malik's asshole spasm and flex around his embedded hardon, his dick choked and massaged by the tightening ring and convulsing rectum as Malik sat there adjusting to the invasion.
Without waiting long, Malik began to bounce his ass up and down on McConnell's shaft, letting his asshole slide up and down the spit wet width of the man's fully erect dick. McConnell said nothing as he watched Malik close his eyes and start riding. He was somewhat surprised to discover that Malik's asshole was not as tight as it had been when they were living together. Someone had been fucking Malik's ass regularly, and fucking it well.
Malik bounced his ass up and down in McConnell's lap, stabbing his hole down on the full girth of the man-piece as McConnell started thrusting up to meet him. The strong friction between them hurt Malik's anal ring as the hard length bruised his insides, but that didn't stop him from riding harder, as he forced more and more of his ass on McConnell's stiff upstanding rod.
"UHH! OHH! OHH YEAH, FUCK! AHH! AHH, YEAH! SHIT! UMMM! UMM, OOOOH! OHH, AHHH! AHH! YEAH! YES! OH YEAH! FUCK! FUCK ME, DAVID! FUCK ME!" grunted Malik, riding McConnell like a horse.
McConnell recalled how Malik liked it rough, no matter how tender McConnell tried to lay it on him, it always ended up being a violent encounter at the end. McConnell realized too late in the game that Malik wasn't the `tender kisses' type, he liked it mean, rough, and probably dangerous. That's perhaps why he risked his career by going to Police Headquarters to fuck with the convict that raped him. It's also probably the reason why he was currently working at the very prison the convicted drug dealer was serving time in.
McConnell merely sat back and watched while Malik went crazy on top of him. He bounced his ass on the hard curved dick again and again, ramming his ass cheeks down into McConnell's lap and causing loud slapping noises to erupt throughout the room. McConnell reached up and pinched Malik's erect nipples, causing the overzealous officer to gasp and moan with excitement. He gripped Malik's hardon with his free hand, stroking its iron length while he rode him hard and fast. This caused Malik to ride even harder, thrusting his ass down faster as McConnell's dick started to throb inside him.
McConnell tried to keep control over his own passion as he watched Malik intensely. Malik's dick started to pulse in his fist, then started to spew cum all over McConnell's chest and stomach. Malik screamed as he continued to ram his ass down on McConnell's dick. McConnell bit his lower lip, stifling a groan as his dick pulsed, then came in Malik's bouncing butt. Malik felt the Captain's dick jerk wildly inside him, feeling the heavy dosage of sperm pump into his gut like a water cannon. McConnell reached up and pulled Malik down on top of him, kissing him deeply as he finished his orgasm inside him.
After the passion ended, Malik pulled up off McConnell, apologizing for cumming all over him. McConnell took Malik into the bathroom to clean up. They showered together (like old times), lathering each other as they kissed and took turns under the hot water spray. McConnell leaned Malik up against the shower wall, then fell to his knees and sucked his 7 and ½ inch dick into his mouth. Malik nearly forgot how good it felt to get his dick sucked. Neither his roommate Manny Michaels, nor inmate Marvin Rollins sucked dick, -both men were currently using Malik's ass to dump in, but neither offered to get him off by paying his needs any attention.
Malik groaned as McConnell swallowed his dick all the way down to his balls. He'd forgotten how well the Captain sucked dick. To look at the strong, virile officer on his knees before him, no one would know how well accomplished he was at it. McConnell was a divorced man with 3 grown children. He had a masculine reputation around the Precinct, no one would ever suspect he worked from both sides of the fence. He sucked Malik's dick until he felt it starting to throb and pulse between his lips. When Malik came, McConnell swallowed every ounce of his delicious cream. After the shower, they dried and dressed in practical silence.
"Don't be a stranger, Malik. I'd like us to still be friends." said McConnell, walking Malik to the door.
"I'd like that too, David." agreed Malik, hugging McConnell good-bye. McConnell watched Malik walk back to his car and drive off, wondering if he'd ever see him again.
Pt-3 Piedmont Penitentiary...
A new inmate was admitted to the prison today, one highly anticipated by staff and inmates. The Criminal Social Department of the prison's physiological division wanted to probe his mind, while black inmates wanted to torture him, and Aryan inmates wanted to recruit him for the horrendous acts of violence he did on the streets.
Warden Dennis Ellis fought to have the prisoner sent to another facility, possibly a psychiatric hospital for his crimes. But the judicial system wanted to see him pay his dept to society through the penile system, with other hardened criminals.
He was brought into the prison under low key, sent directly to the psyche department for analyzing. He was questions and strapped to devices which monitored his heart rate, brain activity, and breathing, -registering any uneasiness in his demeanor while being tested for possible violent tendencies towards inmates. Once he was tested and cleared to mix and mingle with the general population, he was assigned a cell. Oddly enough (or ironic it may seem), he was assigned to the very cell of the man his father just recently double-crossed --Jo Justine.
Escorted through the prison, Christopher Gardner walked passively beside the officers leading him to his block. Black inmates from the neighboring blocks cat-called him, threatening him with bodily harm and death for the murders he committed (seen in the latter chapters of Precinct-23). At the Aryan's cell block, there were a crowd of whites waiting to greet him and welcome him into their ranks. His biological father -Bruce Gardner among them.
The officers passed Chris off at the block, allowing inmates to take him to his appointed cell. Chris remained tentative as he was greeted by a wall of strangers, patting him graciously on the back and shoulders for "killing them niggers!" Chris took the accolades, but really didn't feel worthy of praise. When he came face to face with his father, Bruce Gardner walked up to him, and warmly wrapped his arms around him with fatherly concern, causing Chris to bust out in tears. Bruce went to comfort his son (whom he hadn't seen since his family moved to Colorado), but Chris wasn't interested. He pushed his father off of him with a forceful shove, causing Bruce to look in shock.
"Don't fucking touch me!" screamed Chris, hysterically.
"Chris..., what...?"
"It's YOUR fault I'm here! Keep away from me!" he shouted, backing away.
"You heard the man, Bruce..., -back off!" insisted Hammer, stepping between father and son.
"That's MY son...!" reminded Bruce, stepping forth.
"The boy doesn't want anything to do with you..." said Sarge, stepping up beside Chris. "Maybe OUTSIDE he was your son, but in here..., he's his own man!" Bruce watched intensely, watching the men group around Chris like a pack of wild dogs. "Give the boy some room, why don't you?"
"He's a suburban kid..., he has NO idea how to handle himself in a place like this! He's naive!"
"He's 18! The law says he's a man! Let it go!" said Sarge.
"He's my SON!!" yelled Bruce.
"He's one us US now..., -right son?" asked Sarge, turning to Chris. Chris looked into his dad's eyes with hatred, and shook his head `yes.' "Then it's all settled." smiled Sarge, passing him off to Snake. "Show him his new home..., make sure he's comfortable!"
"Come on, partner..., I'll introduce you to my cellmate, -Justine. He's such a good piece of ass, I'm sure you'll enjoy it...!" said Snake, more for Bruce's benefit than Chris'.
"Fucking pervert...!" yelled Bruce, chasing after Snake and his son, but Blake and Cooper held him back, knowing that the Aryan's would beat him down before he reached them. Bruce pushed his friends off of him, turning towards Sarge, -the leader of the clan. "You can't let Christopher stay with that pervert! He'll rape him!"
"Your son is old enough to take care of himself, Gardner. The courts certainly seem so!"
"He's just a kid, Sarge!" pleaded Bruce. "Don't you have children of your own?"
"None with the temper your son has!" --countered Sarge. "I don't see how you could think someone whose murdered 2 niggers by castration, is totally helpless in a male prison? His crimes would dictate he's able to handle himself! Hell it's US that should be protected by him!" shouted Sarge, causing a small trickle of laughter to emit around the block. "Your son is a convict, Bruce..., he's not a kid anymore. I suggest you cut the apron strings and let him grow up!"
"It's not his growing up that I'm concerned with..., its his ass being fucked by all of you horny mother fuckers!" stated Gardner, watching the crowd disburse. Cooper and Blake joined him as he kept a close eye on Snake. Snake took Chris into their cell, looking back at Gardner wickedly as he smirked before going inside.
Joseph Justine lay nearly unconscious in his bunk. Snake introduced Chris to Justine, then yanked the sheets off of him was he lay naked face down in bed. Snake pulled his legs apart, showing off his well fucked ass.
"He's our new `prison pussy', -which means he takes on any and every hard dick of the brotherhood whenever one of us need release!" informed Snake, proudly. Chris looked down at the former officer's ass, his asshole practically gaping as he leaked a steady flow of warm semen. It was obvious that he'd just been fucked prior to their arrival. Chris was forced to flash back to his own gang bang at the hands of black drug dealers whom forced him into prostitution merely for being the son of officer Bruce Gardner -the Terminator (in chap-13 of Precinct-23). He was fucked repeatedly by drug dealers, crack heads, johns, pimps, and other male prostitutes, --all while stoned out of his mind on Sextasy, a drug created by supreme drug dealer --Tempest Williams.
"You want some of this pussy, boy? It's primed!" asked Snake, groping his own hardon while looking over at Christopher. Chris looked up from Justine's cum soaked ass, and declined. "ah..., not yur cup'a tea, eh? You'd rather be on the receiving end, maybe?" asked Snake, trying to figure out Chris' submissiveness. "You don't want none of that boy-pussy..., so maybe you'd like some dick instead?" he asked, pulling open his zipper. Chris said nothing as Snaked pulled out his 6 inch erection and walked over towards him. "Touch it..., go on, I won't tell anybody." lied Snake, ready to shout it out loud. Chris looked down at the erection, licking his dry lips in remembrance of how cock felt in his mouth. Snake wrapped his hand behind Chris' head, nudging him gently to his knees. "Why don't you go down and get a closer look at it?" he suggested, easing Chris down. Chris' eye never left the hard penis as it stared him directly in the eye. Snake rubbed the back of Chris' neck, trying to coax him into giving him a blow job. "Come on..., put it in your mouth. Let me feel those lips on my cock. You know you want to!"
Faded memories of Chris sucking his best friends (Nick and Tom's) cocks in the basement of Nick's parents' house, filled his head. He remembered getting high and sucking them off on more than one occasion. But much like the time he was whored out by the black pimps, he was stoned out of his mind, -he sucked cock and get fucked up the ass because he knew no better while he was hyped up on what the street punks called "Sexstasy". But now (much like when he went on his killing spree) he wasn't high, -he faced the inmate's cock sober, with his normal frame of mind. The very thought of sucking this man's cock made his stomach curl. Snake perched his cock up to Chris' lips, expecting fully for the youth to open up and except him. Snake was already imagining rubbing it in Gardner's face, telling him how he made his son choke on a fat load of Aryan cum. But just as Snake's cock touched his lips, something in Chris snapped.
"Get the fuck off of me!!" yelled Chris, shoving Snake back by the stomach. Snake stumbled back a few feet before he caught his balance.
"Oh..., so you want to play it rough, eh? I can do rough!" said Snake, coming back with his fists pumped. Chris backed off into a corner while Snake threw punch after punch into the young man head and shoulders. Chris tried to protect his head as Snake's hits connected in every open and vulnerable spot he could find. When Chris saw an opening to defend himself, he closed his eyes and threw the hardest punch he could muster. His fist smashed into Snake's dangling cock and balls, causing the older 37 yr old to scream in pain as he grabbed himself and collapsed on the floor to his knees. "You...you mutha fukr..!!" shouted Snake, rolling around in pain as he held his aching balls in his hands. Chris got up from his knees, looking down at him withering around on the ground. Outside the cell he could see inmates looking in on him, wondering if they should rush in and help. Chris looked down at the fallen officer laying on the bed naked, his asshole still oozing the remnants of the last man who fucked him. Chris felt his cock get hard in his pants. He reached down and groped his dick, feeling it twitch in his hand. On instinct he reached in and pulled it out, exposing his hardon to the air. He walked up to the bed behind Justine, staring down at his gaping asshole. Adrenaline and lust hit him like steel ball as he laid out on top of Justine, and inserted his dick. Justine barely acknowledged him as he pushed in and started fucking. He humped up and down on the ex-cop's ass, feeling all the seed from the men before him ooze out around his cock and balls. He fucked hard and fast, slamming his hips into the unconscious man's anus until he felt his dick explode, filling the inmate's asshole with another full load of cum.
Afterwards he pulled out and rolled over, the residue cum of many men drenching his crotch and private areas. He got up from the bed, tucked his cum stained by satisfied cock back in his pants, and walked out of the cell, leaving Snake withering on the floor.