Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 21:26:32 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-10

	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!

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The HOLE/10
REPECUSSIONS

Pt-1

	The rumor of T-Bo's rape by the Aryans spread like
wildfire. Tensions mounted as racial lines blurred. Isolated incidents
broke out where one member of the opposite race was cornered and beaten by
another. Councilors were called in to mediate. The heads of the drug
cartels met in secret meeting to discuss the boiling pot about to blow...

"YOU need to get control of yur people!!" yelled Sarge, pointing at Duke
and his crew (Marvin Rollins and Killer Pete); -the Mandingos!

"Oh, I need to get control of MY people?" repeated Duke, mockingly. "Wasn't
it YOUR peeps who started this whole thing by raping and murdering Tempest
Williams?"

"Tempest Williams was a gift!" snapped Sarge, a stout heavy-set caucasian
man of 60. "He would have certainly come in here and stolen our entire base
of operations right from up inder us! I did YOU, ME, the SPICS, and this
whole stinking facility a favor by getting rid of him when I did! You
oughta be grateful!"

"Spics...?" questioned spanish brothers -Raul, Carlos, and David
Rodriguez, the Rootboiz.

"And T-Bo? Was he trying to steal the operation too? What did HE do to
deserve the fucking HE took?" asked Duke, referring to his next in command.

"We don't know nothing about what happened to T-Bo!" lied Hammer, standing
with his cellmates -Sarge and Snake, of the Aryan posse.

"Bullshit!" yelled Killer Pete.

"Curb yur dog, Duke!" warned Sarge, pointing at Pete.

"I'll curb him when we find out what happened to T!" yelled Duke.

"What did he say?" asked Snake, curiously. Duke, Marvin, and Killer Pete
looked around at each other questionably.

"He claims he ain't see who hit him..." offered Duke. "But we don't believe
him!"

"There you have it! How can you blame us for something yur own boy don't
even claim we did?" asked Snake, smiling.

"Look..., we need to stop all of this `whose dick is bigger' shit!"
intervened Raul.

"Ain't no contest there, homs...!" laughed Marvin, slapping hands with his
brethren in solidarity. "...we's got that shit on lock -HANDS DOWN!!"

"Whatever!" said Hammer, not laughing.

"We've all gotta business to run! And we can't run it with all this drama
going on all the time!" finished Raul.

"Easy for YOU to say, man..., wasn't one of your boiz found in the
stairwell with his asshole bashed in!" said Duke.

"Yo..., it ain't easy for none of us!" reasoned Ra'.

"I'll call off my boiz when we find out who fucked over T-Bo!" said Duke,
unrelenting. "Until then..., this business shit is OFF!" he added, looking
over the Aryans with a hard gaze before walking off with his backup.

"This's fucked up, pops!" said Raul, watching the blacks walk away from
their meeting. "Why don't you just tell them who fucked over their boi, and
end this shit?"

"Cause its not that simple.., -you fucking wet-back!" snarled Sarge,
angrily.  "Aryans don't turn on Aryans, unlike you mooks and the niggers!
We protest our own!"
	Raul's fists balls with tension.

"Yo man..., we ain't gonna be but so many more names..!" he warned, getting
visibly angry.

"I apologize...!" sighed Sarge, insincerely. "I apologize that you were
born on the wrong side of the color codes! I apologize that yur fucking
chimpanzee ancestors weren't thoroughbreds like us, and you all ended up
with the fucked up genes you were born with! Now get out of my face you
yellow bastard!"

"You fucking old ass HICK...!" yelled Raul, jumping at Sarge's neck. His
brothers Carlos and David grabbed him before he could reach Sarge, knowing
an all out war would erupt if he laid hands on the old white man.

"C'mon Ra'..., fuck that old white mother fucker!" said David, pulling his
irate brother back. "Let him and the blacks kill each other! And while they
all lay dying..., we'll take over this fucking hell hole!"
	Sarge, Snake, and Hammer watched the 3 hispanics leave by the same
passage the blacks used.

"I hate to admit it, Sarge..., but they're right!" agreed Hammer, being the
voice of reason. "The niggers make up more than half our drug trade...,
without them, we won't have much of a haul!"

"I KNOW!" yelled Sarge. "But what can we do? They want a victim they can
string up! We can't sacrifice one of our men, -we need every solder in our
ranks if a battle ever breaks out!"

"What about that Gardner kid?" asked Snake, catching the attention of his
brethren. "The niggers've already marked him for the murders he committed
before he got here! What's to keep him from doing it again here in the
prison, going insane around all these swinging black cocks?"

"But he didn't cut off T-Bo's cock!" doubted Hammer.

"Do you think they'll care? They'll be too busy stringing him up by his
balls to think rationally! It's a good idea!" thought Sarge, aloud.

"What about his father? Surely Terminator'll tell the niggers what really
happened before he let his son get killed!" asked Hammer.

"Well..., we'll just have to arrange a little accident for mr Terminator,
won't we?" said Sarge, slyly. The 3 Aryans exited the meeting place with
Snake smiling broadly, -he'd have his revenge on Chris Gardner soon (for
events which happened in chap-8).


Pt-2 WARDEN's OFFICE...

	52 yr old warden Dennis Ellis sits behind his big desk as usual,
taking a moment to enjoy the soothing relaxing pace of the hot mouth
sucking up and down his erection just about everyday at this time. He leans
back in his big comfortable chair, his tie undone, his shirt unbuttoned,
and his pants down around his ankles. On his knees between the Warden's
legs is his 48 yr old male inmate assistant -Rocky Peterson. Peterson has
been sucking the warden's dick for a number of years now, blowing him
exclusively while awaiting parole. With just a few short days before he
goes up to the board, he is excited and eager to do a good job for the
boss. Ellis' dick is 8 inches, thick, and hooded. Rocky has to use his
hands to bunch as much of the loose rubbery skin as he could down around
the dick base, while he bobs his head up and down along the length. He
swallows the warden's dick on occasion, knowing he loves to be deep
throated whole.

	Warden Ellis struck upon the idea of letting inmates blow him after
receiving so many offers from desperate men needing or wanting personal
favors. The very first time it happened was for a kid that had been getting
gang banged by inmates on a daily basis some years ago. He made an
appointment to see the warden (which took weeks to schedule), then pleaded
with him to send him to another block or another prison where he wouldn't
be subjected to the daily rapes he'd been getting as a fresh new
inmate. Ellis thought it was funny, and ordered the boy to "man up". When
the cute young man begged to suck his dick for the favor, Ellis decided to
take him up on it. The kid got down on his knees immediately, whipping out
the warden's dick as he took it into his mouth and began sucking it with
more talent than Ellis expected. Ellis was pleasantly surprised by the
boy's skills, for a straight kid who didn't like being fucked by men, he
was certainly a grand dick sucker. He bobbed his head up and down, taking
Ellis' dick deep before gagging on the head in his throat. He'd been forced
fucked orally and anally since his arrival, having learned more about dick
sucking in the past short months than more girls do their entire lives. He
backed off to re-group before going back down on it again, this time
succeeding in swallowing the rock hard warden's dick all the way down into
his gullet, much like he'd been taught by the inmates.
	Ellis realized the opportunity he had within his hands. As warden,
he practically had his pick of desperate inmates willing to do whatever he
wanted for the smallest favors. He watched the boy whore himself on his
dick, trying to coax the cum from his balls through his prick. Ellis held
back a long time before finally feeding the boy his seed. The kid nearly
choked on the first wave of cum as it clogged his wind pipe like a huge wad
of gum. Ellis grabbed the back of the boy's head and rammed it down into
his lap, causing his dick to punch through the clogged oral ring as he shot
the rest of his plentiful load down into the back of his throat. When the
boy finished sucking him dry, Ellis sent him back to his old cell block to
be forced fucked by his fellow inmates for the rest of his prison
term. Ellis never gave the boy his transfer, citing that the kid got what
he deserved for stealing his own grandma's social security checks and
leaving her to die slowly in her own bed. But the oral experience helped
spark the idea for Ellis that he could get his dick blown by dozens of
inmates without anyone ever knowing, -especially his wife, -Cammell.

	Rocky Peterson felt Ellis' dick thicken and expand in his mouth,
just before the heavy load of hot sperm pumped from the flaring head,
filling his mouth like glue from a glue gun. He sucked and swallowed every
drop, just like the warden likes. He was just finishing up when the office
door burst open, and in stormed Muslim inmate Muhammad.

"Warden..., I have to talk to...you..." he said, stopping in his tracks
when he noticed the body knelt down between Ellis' legs.

"What the fuck are you doing barging into my office?" yelled Ellis, pushing
Rocky back on his ass as he quickly pulled up his pants and pushed himself
under his desk to conceal his hardon. Muhammad looked down at Rocky, whom
sat on the floor drooling what looked to be semen from his lips.

"I'm..., sorry...I didn't know you were...n't alone." said Muhammad,
speechless.

"Get out!" ordered Ellis, talking to Rocky. Rocky got up off his ass, and
headed for the door fast. He was greatly embarrassed, having been caught
with his mouth full, -literally. When the door slammed behind him, Muhammad
made his way over to the warden's desk. "What is this about, Muhammad?"
asked Ellis, buttoning up his shirt as he tried to ignore the situation.

"What are you going to do about this WAR?" asked Muhammad, throwing the
vivid image of Rocky from his brain.

"War? What war?" asked Ellis, acting clueless.

"Surely you're not blind, Warden! There's a drug war brewing out there,
that's crossing over into a racial divide!" informed Muhammad.

"I'm not aware of any drug war, nor any racial tensions!" said Ellis,
smugly.

"What do you call the rush of violence sprouting up around the prison?
Starting with the murder of Tempest Williams, and going on from there!"
asked Muhammad.

"You're reading too much into it, Muhammad. Sure there's been a few
isolated incidences, but I don't see any evidence of racial divide!" said
Ellis, playing down the violence.

"With all due respect, Warden..., you're not living in the line of fire! I
SEE the tension building daily! We're on the brink of a riot!" insisted
Muhammad.

"A riot, Muhammad? Let's not get mellow dramatic!" laughed Ellis, fixing
his tie as he stood to zip his zipper and tuck his shirt. Muhammad tired
not to look too annoyed by the Warden's cattiness. "Look..., I'll put my
people on it, make sure whatever's going on out there gets squashed before
it starts!"

"It's not going to be that simple, Warden!" explained Muhammad. "This
prison is a hell hole! Its conditions are deplorable! Its not fit for
animals!"

"Animals don't live here..., criminals do!" said Ellis smugly, coming from
behind his desk.

"So you think because we're criminals, its okay to pack us into over
crowded jail cells without proper heat and feed us crap not fit for dogs?"
asked Muhammad, raising his voice. "We're human beings! We deserve to be
treated as such!"

"You forfeit your human rights the instant you walked through those prison
doors!" yelled Ellis, dramatically. "I house murderers, rapists, thieves,
bank robbers, con artists, child molesters, -killers of all kinds,
including YOU! You're all lucky to have a facility this nice to live in! Do
you think the public gives a fuck that we're over crowded? Do you think
they care that if you live or die in this so called `hell hole'?"

"I care!" shouted Muhammad. "And those men out there are reaching their
boiling points! It's only a matter of time before the pot explodes!

"That's MY job to worry about, Muhammad..., it's YOUR job to simply live
out your sentence and rehabilitate!" said Ellis, turning a deaf ear.

"There's NO programs here to teach rehabilitation! Many of these men are
destined to repeat their past crimes! They'll end up right back here, -or
worse, six feet under!!" challenged Muhammad.

"What do you propose, Muhammad? Remodel? Maybe build a new trillion dollar
prison for your connivance? One with Jacuzzi's and sauna's so you can
pamper yourself in style, eh? " asked Ellis, sarcastically. "Get real,
convict! THIS is the only home you and the rest of those lousy ingrates
have, so I suggest you get used to it!"

"You're making a big mistake by ignoring this problem, Warden..." warned
Muhammad, feeling bum rushed as Ellis escorted him to the door. "Anarchy is
sure to rule!"

"I'm willing to take that chance." said Ellis, showing Muhammad the way
out.


Pt-3
	Christopher Gardner lay back in his bunk in his cell, reading over
letters written from his mother and his sister back in Colorado. He felt
emotions start to swell inside him as he thought back to the time before
his loss of innocence, before he was taken from the comforts of his
suburban home and forced to trick on the streets as a female impersonating
prostitute.
	His eyes watered as he thought about how much he missed his mom and
little sister (Samantha). His only connection to the family he loved, was
his father -Bruce, the father he blamed for his misfortune and torment. If
his father had never been a police officer, had he never become who the
drug dealers dubbed `the Terminator', HE probably would never have been
caught up in his father's war with them. Christopher was in the mist of
feeling sorry for himself, when he got a visitor to his cell door...

"Hey..., -Sarge wants to see you! Now!" said the man, disappearing before
Chris could even respond. Chris tucked his letters into his personal box,
then exited his cell. He passed by his father's cell on the way out. The
two of them caught eyes for a brief moment, then Chris walked on,
uninterested in talking to him.

"ah..., the young Gardner!" sighed Sarge, standing in his cell shaving, as
he looked at Chris through a mirror's reflection.

"I prefer Chris!" said Christopher, not wanting to be associated with his
dad.

"I see." said Sarge, swishing his razor around in the soapy water of his
sink before towel drying the rest of his smooth shaven face. "I have a
proposition for you, Chris..." he added turning towards the boy, Hammer and
Snake standing in the background. "There seems to be an opening in my
ranks..., I need a young head strong guy like yourself to help me keep the
riffraff..., the niggers, the spics, -out of our cell block. Do you know
what I mean?"

"uh..., yes." answered Chris, unsure what Sarge wanted HIM to do about it.

"I know you're looking to grow some distance between you and your father
while you're here in this prison, -and I don't blame you! Must've really
put a damper on your social life having a pig for a father, eh?" Hammer and
Snake both snickered in the background. "I think it's a good idea to keep
the ole man at a distance. And to let you in on a little secret, Chris..."
said Sarge, leaning in as his voice dropped. "...I don't completely trust
him and his boys, you know? They're cops! And once a cop, always a cop!
Right?"

"I, uh...I guess." said Christopher, confused.

"I mean.., who's to say they're not working for the feds? Who's to say
they're not in here with wires and hidden cameras, taping and listening to
every word we say? eh? Who's to say they're not spies?" asked Sarge.

"I sure as hell don't trust them!" yelled Hammer.

"See..., Hammer doesn't trust them either. That's good enough for me!"
smiled Sarge, knowingly. "But you...? You I sense, -are different! You
don't live by that same bull shit code of crap yur father does! You're, one
of US! An Aryan, through and through!" Do you want to be one of us, Chris?"

"Yes!" said Christopher eagerly, finally feeling as if someone understood
him.

"Then follow me, son..." said Sarge, walking out of his cell. The Aryans
all watched quietly as Chris, Sarge, Snake, and Hammer all walked out of
the protection of the block, and into the more dangerous parts of the
prison.
	After about 10 minutes of wandering up stairwells and down
corridors, Chris began to question where they were going. "I have a very
important job for you, Chris..., something only YOU can do for us!" insured
Sarge. Christopher looked back over his shoulders at Snake and Hammer as
they lagged behind to take up the rear. Chris didn't trust Snake, having
fought him on his first day to the prison (and won), -he knew Snake had
never forgiven nor forgotten what happened, and would eventually seek
revenge for his embarrassment and humiliation. But Sarge had declared Chris
`off limits', which meant Snake could do him no harm so long as he was in
the ranks of the brotherhood.
	Soon they came up an open room, usually used for indoor recreations
like volleyball and basketball. Currently the room was empty, which Chris
thought was a little unusual. "We're meeting some associates here...,
people YOU should meet. They'll instruct you on what you're to do next."
informed Sarge, directing Chris into the center of the room. "Don't worry,
you'll do great! They're business associates of ours. We've been doing
business with them for years! They'll take good care of you! Smile!"
suggested Sarge, patting Chris on both shoulders as he turned and walked
away. Chris wondered what was going on, but feel extra nervous when he saw
the mischievous smirk that appeared across Snake's lips as he turned to
follow Sage and Hammer out the door.

	Something didn't seem right.

	From the opposite side of the large room, a door was opened, and in
walked 5 black inmates, -the Mandingos; Duke, Marvin Rollins, Killer Pete,
Wyome, and Genuwine. Chris felt his heart jump up into his throat when he
saw the darkness of their skin.

"What the fuck is this...?" asked one of the men, spotting Chris standing
in the middle of the room alone.

"That him?" asked another brutha, holding back the urge to rush over and
beat Chris to a pulp.

"Yo..., Sarge said he'd have T-Bo's attacker here in the rec room, didn't
he?" asked Marvin, posing the question to all.

"THAT lil' mother fucker, there?" smirked Wyome. "Ain't no way HIS lil' ass
could've got the drop on T! He would've kicked his scrawny ass!!"

"Not if T-Bo wasn't expecting it!" said Genuwine, causing the others to
re-think. "He might not've thought he had nothing to worry about with this
shitty looking cracker kid! He probably ain't pay him no mind until he
cracked T upside the head and knocked him out! Then while T-Bo was laying
there unconscious, HE fucked him!"

"Hey..., ain't that the lil' piss punk that killed the bruthas on the news?
The one that cut off dicks?" recalled Marvin.

"That's all the proof I need to hear!" said Duke, springing forth.
	Chris backed up as the wall of black men came closer and closer,
closing the gap between them fast. When he tried to run, they caught him
easily, -throwing him to the ground like a rag doll. Chris felt fists and
feet hitting him everywhere all at once, beating him all over his
body. That's when he realized he'd been set up by the Aryans as the fall
guy. He believed he was only moments from death, when one of the black men
got an idea.

"Yo..., let's fuck this cracker fuck! Give him a taste of his own
medicine!"

"Then we can cut off his dick like he did the bruthas!" stated another.
	Chris felt himself being flipped over onto his stomach on the hard
wood floor. Strong rough hands yanked at his clothing, ripping the prison
garb from his body like tissue paper. Strips of material cut into Chris'
flesh, causing red burn marks to appear like cuts. His bare pale ass came
into view when they pulled his pants off. Strong black hands grabbed at the
smooth (nearly hairless) ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal the big
round brownish asshole in between.

"DAYUM...! Look at the fucker's asshole! Looks like a fucking mack truck
done ran up and through that shit!" yelled Wyome in surprise.

"Boy's definitely been getting that ass tag teamed for awhile!" whistled
Duke, looking down at the stretched hole.

"Who gives a fuck? Makes fucking him all the easier!" added Marvin,
grabbing his hard crotch.

"So who fucks him first?" asked Genuwine, curiously.

"I do, dick head!" answered Duke, pushing the younger man out of his way.
	Duke pulled down his pants and positioned himself on his knees
behind Chris while his men held the boy in place. Chris squirmed, but knew
from previous experiences back at one of Tempest's crack houses, that he
wasn't going anywhere until he's had those big black dicks rammed painfully
up his ass (Precinct-23 #13).

	Duke spit into his palm, then rubbed the slippery contents across
the head of his dick before aiming it up to Chris' sunken bare
asshole. Chris knew the fucking would be hard and fast. As he tried to
mentally prepare himself for the fucking, Duke suddenly rammed forth,
burying his fat dark dick in halfway through Chris' vulnerable ass. Chris
screamed as the fat cock bore through him like a fist. Duke pulled all the
way out, then rammed in again, -this time burying his entire done in one
frightful thrust. Chris lurched forward, bucking heavily as he tried to
escape. Hands gripped him tighter, holding him into place while Duke
quickly took up a fast hard fuck pace, setting Chris' hole on fire.

"So you Aryan bitches don't like niggas, eh?" asked Duke, grabbing Chris'
waist as he fucked him hard and steady. He pounded into the naked ass
before him, feeling the resisting ass ring break down and loosen after just
a few minutes of deep thrusting. "Bet you like this big black fucking dick
up that ass though, don't you pussy?!" he taunted.
	Chris merely screamed painfully as his asshole was physically
fucked from behind. It amazed him that his body responded quickly to the
punishment he was getting. His asshole remembered the fuckings it used to
get on a regular basis, and instantly started to relax and massage the
plunging dick probing his backside. "Damn man..., this kid knows how to
take dick!" said Duke, feeling the hole starting to suck his dick in.

"Aryans probably been beating that ass-pussy up on a daily!" said Marvin,
stroking his own dick in anticipation.

"Well ain't none of their dicks as big as ours! So this asshole's in deep
shit!" laughed Duke, ramming harder.
	Chris felt the other 2 men release him as Duke fucked him. They
knew he wasn't going anywhere, as they all had intentions on fucking them
some poor white trailer trash pussy today. "Yo..., this's in honor of
T-Bo!" said Duke, picking up the pace. Chris bit down on his lower lip as
his asshole was pounded viscously, the big black dick piston in and out of
him strongly, banging into his anal walls repeatedly as his shit canal
ached profusely.

"Yo fuck that cracker's ass, Duke!" encouraged his men, watching Duke go
wild on the white boy. Duke showed Chris no mercy as he fucked hard into
him, battering his insides with deep thrusts until he felt his dick swell.

"Here it cums!" warned Duke, causing his boys to cheer. Chris felt the dick
hosing his insides as Duke continued pumping, shooting cum streamers off
inside his bowels like fireworks as he continued to thrust. When he was
done, he simply yanked his dick free, and presented it to Chris to suck
clean. He lifted the white boy's head up off the floor, and slapped the
hard, dark, wet, solid, soiled dick up to his lips. Chris didn't resist as
he opened his mouth and allowed it inside. Duke pushed all the way down
into his throat, burying his bone and making Chris taste the remains of his
ass and cum while Marvin got into position behind him.

"Naw man, let ME go next! Your big ass dick's gonna stretch his pussy too
wide!" complained Genuwine, wanting to go before Marvin.

"Too damn bad!" replied Marvin, aiming his thick fat 10 inch mammoth dick
up to Chris' wet hole. Chris knew the fucking would be viscous, but he
wasn't expecting the girth of Marvin's prick as it rammed all the way into
his guts with one awfully quick plunge.
	Chris screamed around Duke's embedded dick, feeling Marvin plunge
all the way in frightfully deep. Duke held Chris' head in his hands, his
pelvis pressed tight against his nose with his dick stretching down into
his throat. Chris was stuffed full at both ends, nearly 20 inches of black
dick meeting somewhere deep inside him. He felt light headed and
faint. With Marvin's first full length thrust out and back in, Chris indeed
fainted clean away, his body going limp between the two big black studs.

"Ain't this a bitch?" asked Marvin, still fucking. "I love it when they
pass out! I'm able to fuck them even harder!" he laughed, laying Chris flat
on the floor while he stretched out on top of him and started pounding down
into him like a sledgehammer.

"MAN..., I told you you was gonna stretch his shit all out!!" complained
Genuwine.
	Marvin ignored the convict's complaints as he fucked his first
white boy. Marvin was a sadistic fucker who loved taken straight men's
virginity. As a drug dealer for Tempest Williams, he had plenty opportunity
to fuck young men and boys who normally would never have had a dick in them
in their lifetime.
	Marvin helped run a drug smuggling ring, which used grade school
kids between the ages of elementary to high school, to carry drugs in their
assholes. Marvin and his associates would extract the narcotics from the
kids' asses in big metal spheres which were stuffed full of tainted
cocaine. Watching all those tight young virgin asses give up those big
round spheres, often got Marvin and his friends hard. Some of the kids they
fucked would willingly take their big adult dicks, but most
wouldn't. Marvin would stick his big hard dick up their tight greased asses
and fuck them anyway, pounding into their never before fucked holes until
he dumped a huge thick heavy load inside them. Most would go home crying,
their asses aching for days from the extreme stretching and heavy pounding
he administered. But the money was good, especially for the poor urban
youths who had no other way of making money legally. This would keep them
coming back for more, even knowing there was a possibility of getting
fucked again afterwards by the big horny dealers they worked for (chap-4 of
Precinct-23).

	Marvin's dick squeezed easily in and out of Chris' butt-pussy. He
pounded the white boy hard and deep, his hairy pelvis slapping into Chris'
bare backside so hard that the kid's entire body jerked beneath him. Marvin
pulled Chris' head up off the floor by grabbing a heaping fistful of his
stringy hair. He pulled it back until his face was along side his own, then
started biting him on his ear and neck like a Pitbull. Chris started to
come around slowly, his asshole being fucked into anal mush as Marvin's
dick pulverized what was left of his sphincter muscles. Marvin pounded
Chris for 15 solid minutes before he dumped his thick load into the well
fucked ass. Chris felt the big 250 lbs muscle man push all the way in and
ground his cock home when he came, the big thick tree trunk like cock
pulsed and jerked inside him as it poured a gut load of heavy cream into
him like warm piss. When Marvin finally pulled out, Genuwine got down on
top of him and pushed in.

"Awww fuck man..., his ass feels like fucking warmed over jello now!" he
complained, thrusting in and out of the dank hole easily.

"Stop complaining and get yur nutt!" laughed Marvin, mugging Genuwine in
the back of the head while he fucked. "Nigga oughta be glad we let you in
on this piece of ass in the first place, you pretty mother fucker!"
	Genuwine said nothing as he continued to push in and out. His dick
barely felt the anal walls caressing along the sides of his dick as he
plunged back and forth. The cum inside the kids ass lubed the anal track
well, making fucking extremely slick and slippery. Genuwine bottomed out in
Chris' ass with every inward stroke, feeling his balls bang up against
Chris's as semen seeped from the dilated anal lips like thick honey from a
jar.

"Bitch got good ass!" said Duke, recalling how well Chris took him while he
watched Genuwine get his. The black man's ass looked good humping up and
down as he fucked in and out.

"Most def! Would'n mind tagging that honkey hole again sometime!" agreed
Marvin. "Shame we gonna kill his dumb ass after we finish fucking it!"

"We might not have to..." said Duke, devising a plan in his head.
	Genuwine came within 10 minutes of fucking, adding his cum load to
Marvin's and Duke's. He pulled out as Wyome stripped himself naked.

"What the fuck'r you doing, man?" laughed Marvin, as Wyome pulled off all
of his clothes.

"I like fucking naked!" stated Wy, rolling Chris deliriously over onto his
back. He grabbed him by the ankles, and pushed his legs up until he had his
knees pressed up against his chest. Chris looked up at his assailant
through teary eyes as Wyome aimed his dick, and sank himself inside in one
quick thrust. "This how I like to fuck pussy!" he said, humping hard. Chris
grunted softly with each thrust as his ass was fucked like a
female. Instantly his mind rewind back to Snyder' Drive, the place he lived
as a male prostitute. He recalled how he was fucked repeated by drug
dealers and paying john's who used his ass as a cum dump. Back then Chris
was high on drugs and didn't really care what happened to him so long as he
got more drugs. But now he was sober, getting fucked on the hardwood floor
of some prison's indoor rec room.
	Wyome was a slim guy, with wild crazy eyes which made him very
unpredictable. With a quick temper and a high strung energy, he was always
on the edge, and it showed in his fucking as well. He fucked Chris with an
urgency unlike the others. He pounded Chris as if he had somewhere else to
be at that moment, like he didn't have long to screw. Chris felt his dick
slamming deep into his bowels with every thrust, knowing it would be the
last time another man would fuck him.

	Chris' dick lay hard against his stomach while Wyome fucked
him. Wyome had Chris' legs up on his shoulders, with his hands on the floor
on either side of Chris' head while his hips beat a steady drum into his
upturned ass. Chris moaned and grunted with pain and pleasure while his ass
was fucked hard. He'd gotten so used to taking dick from Tempest's men that
his body instantly reacted to it now.
	He looked around at the other men that had already fucked and
dumped in him. They were all fully dressed as they watched him get fucked
by the forth. They watched Wyome's ass hump up and down as he drove his
dick through the cum slick ring before him. Marvin slapped Wy on the ass,
telling him how tempting his butt was. Wyome told Marvin to stop looking at
his ass as he drove his dick all the way into Chris' cummy bowels, and
came. Chris felt the dick push bone deep, then felt the warm gush of fluids
enter his bowels. At that same moment, he came all over himself, pulsing
cum all over his chest and stomach as Wyome busted inside of him.

"Fucking white-boi pussy's like Don Pigeon on my dick!" laughed Wy, as he
finished cumming and pulled free.

"Bois definitely a dick lover!" stated Duke, thoughtfully.

"So we gonna ace this mother fucker now, or what?" asked Genuwine, anxious
to get it over with.

"Change of plans..." said Duke. "...we gonna keep this bitch, rent him out
to our boiz like I'm doing that pussy --Nikia (in chapter-7). Ain't no
reason why this punk can't make me some more money..., his pussy's as good
as anyone else's!"

"Hear that, bitch? You're gonna be getting a lot more black dick in you!
Like that idea?" asked Marvin, gripping his dick bulge as he followed his
crew back out the door in which they came, laughing and joking as if just
leaving a party.
	Chris just lay there on the floor, cum dripping from his anus
heavily as he tried to regain his strength. After a few minutes, he got
himself up off the floor, then searched for the rags of his prison
uniform. He walked back into his cell block half naked, the clothes barely
covering his bare behind. Snake poked Sarge and Hammer in the ribs while
they sat at the table playing cards. They all looked up at Chris with
bewildered looks as he walked by them towards his cell, obviously beaten
and fucked over.

"They didn't kill him...!" said Snake, not believing his eyes.

"What happened to you, son?" asked Bruce Gardner, as Chris walked by him
without even acknowledging him. He entered his cell, then flopped down on
his bed bunk. Across from him he could see another inmate on top of former
officer Joseph Justine, fucking him face down on his own bed while he lay
fucked up on coke. Chris wondered where he could score some Sextasy to make
the memory of prison life go away?