Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 15:38:07 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-20

	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/20
DEALS AND DEVILS

Pt-1

	Sunrise to most people happens while either in bed under the covers
trying to avoid the inevitable alarm clock, or on the road in their cars or
transit buses on their way to work. For the inmates at Piedmont
Penitentiary, they view the sun through the bared windows of their prison
cells (if they're lucky enough to have windows).

	Prison Warden Dennis Ellis is one such commuter. He leaves his wife
of many years at home to attend the mundane rituals of house and the family
they built together, to go off to work at the prison. At the prison, he
collects his schedule and list of note worthy calls he must return from his
trusted secretary. His first appointment is with his new inmate assistant
Davis Wood.
	Davis is a married 34 yr old man with 4 children in the "real
world". Convicted of Marijuana possession (over a kilo), he was sentenced
to 10 years. He sits outside the Warden's office in the air conditioned
waiting area, sampling chocolate mints the old aging secretary likes to
keep on her neat and tidy desk.

	Davis watches the Warden enter with his briefcase in hand. He
collects the items fore mentioned from his secretary, as Davis can't help
but stare at the Warden's groin which bulges with anticipation of his
forthcoming sex act.
	"In my office!" orders Ellis, walking briskly pass Davis. Davis
follows him inside, closing the door behind him. "I've been thinking of
this all night!" exclaims the Warden, unfastening his belt as he walks
around his desk to take a seat in his fantastically soft leather imported
chair. Davis watches as the Warden drops his pants and underwear to the
floor before taking a seat. "Get over here and start working, inmate! And
make it good, I have a meeting in a half hour!"

	Davis swallows the chocolate mint in his mouth, and walks around
the desk to face Ellis. The Warden's dick is already half hard with
anticipation. Davis maneuvers himself on his knees between the man's thick
legs, and grabs his meat. Ellis moans softly when Davis leans forward and
takes his tool into his hot wet mouth. Davis wondered why the Warden
required around the clock blow jobs from his "male assistants", when he had
a wife at home? Sometimes he could barely make it pass the old secretary's
desk before his dick is practically busting at the seams of his
pants. Davis didn't think Ellis was a nice looking man, but certainly he
would have no problem finding suitable females to fuck and suck his dick if
he so desired. Some women are drawn to power, and Ellis was perhaps the
most powerful men in the city.
	Davis sucked up and down the thick full length of the Warden's
dick, admiring the size shape and flavor of his manhood as compared to his
own and his cellmate's James Derekson. Derekson and Davis have been
potential sex-mates for quite sometime now, helping each other to satisfy
the other's cardinal needs at night after lights out. Davis and Derekson
had become very close in that time. Sucking another man's dick on a regular
basis has a way of bringing one closer. They talked about life outside the
prison, and had even planned to keep in-touch with one another once they
were set free. Davis knew about as much of James Derekson's life as he did
his own. He knew of his relationship with his common-law wife Rachel, he
knew of James' plans to eventually marry her once he was out and back on
his feet. He knew of his work history, his childhood, his hopes and dreams
for the future..., and how his semen tasted.

	The most surprising thing about Davis and James' sexual experiences
were how much they actually enjoyed it. Neither man was gay, or even ever
considered sex with another man before finding each other in the same
cell. After months of listening to each other jerk off at night, they
finally decided to work together. The touch and feel of another hand,
another touch, another mouth..., was almost like having sex again for the
very first time. They quickly found themselves addicted. Neither man seemed
to mind sucking the other, so long as they were getting theirs done as
well. Even the taste of swallowing each other's loads became something of
an aphrodisiac.

	Derekson wasn't too thrilled to discover his cellmate was now
sharing his personal secret (Davis' his mouth) with the Warden. They even
argued about it late at night when most others were asleep. Derekson
thought they agreed to keep their mutual sucks a secret, between no other
inmates but themselves. Davis argued that Ellis was not an inmate,
therefore it was perfectly acceptable to suck his dick. Davis insisted that
sucking Ellis was purely work related, that he was doing it strictly for
the "perks" the Warden's assistants gets (i.e. sweet air conditioning, free
smokes, candy, money, etc). Davis thought if he didn't know any better,
James was starting to sound jealous.
	Davis dismissed the idea, knowing that his relationship with James
was purely out of necessity. He and Derekson weren't in love with each
other, they simply knew what the other needed to get off and stay sane.

	Ellis loosened his tie from around his thick neck, looking down at
the masculine male inmate between his legs. Davis was sucking away at his
dick, doing a good job, though not as good as the Warden's last assistant
Rocky Peterson.
	Rocky was a 48 yr old man whom had been in prison a long time. He
was recently paroled, which left an opening for his position. Davis was the
lucky candidate who got the job, out sucking all the other candidates with
his extensive service to his cellmate Derekson.

	Unlike Derekson, Ellis didn't give a fuck who Davis sucked besides
himself. He hired Davis for one task, and one task only. He felt himself
getting closer and closer to losing his load. Davis felt the Warden's dick
thickening between his lips, pulsing steadily as he sucked it even more
firmly. Davis could taste the sweet pre-cum of the forthcoming seed. It
triggered him to work harder, firming his lips as he ate at the thick shaft
hungrily. Ellis began to thrust upward, feeding his meat between Davis'
lips. Loud suck slurping sounds filled the room. Davis wrapped his hand
around Ellis' dick, fisting it well while sucking it harder. Ellis slapped
Davis' hand away, only wanting to feel his mouth on his crank, not a hand
job. Seconds later, his dick exploded, filling Davis' mouth to capacity.

"uuhhkkkkk...!!" choked Davis, allowing the creamy goo to fill his mouth.
	Ellis' dick pulsed between his lips, pumping forth thick creamy
salty spurt after salty spurt. Once Davis was sure the dick had stopped
creaming, he removed his mouth, and swallowed. Ellis watched intently as
the inmate digested his juices (a requirement Ellis demands from his
assistants). Then Davis leaned forward and cleaned the remaining cum
seeping from the piss slit.

"That was good." announced Ellis, pushing Davis off his dick with 10
minutes left to his meeting. The 34 yr old straight man stood up, his lips
feeling rubbery and raw from the quick pace he administered. "I have a
meeting to attend, but I may need your services later on when I
return. Check in with my secretary to see what time I'll be getting back
into the office!" ordered Ellis, dismissing Davis as he pulled up his pants
and underwear and straightened his tie.


Pt-2
	Life for David Rodriguez was never easy. As a kid he always felt he
had to prove himself to his father and his brothers, since he was gay. His
dad (Romero Rodriguez) treated his sons like men, not boys. He made them
work for their allowances (usually as lookout for the cops on street
corners), gave them permission to curse out adults that countered them on
the streets, and made them fight their own battles. Romero always knew his
youngest son was a "fairy", he could tell when David was a boy..., the way
he walked, the way he talked and whined like a little girl, and the way he
used to play with his sisters dolls. Romero didn't like having a fag for a
son, so he worked hard to change David into what he considered an
acceptable man in his neighborhood by beating him twice as much as he did
his other two sons.
	David spent a lot of his childhood in fights. He fought in school,
he fought in playgrounds, he fought on the streets, he fought in the
house. Romero thought you could get rid of a boy's sissiness by making him
meaner and tougher to love. Instead, it just made David work harder to hide
his attraction to men from his father.

	David's very first sexual experience (unknown to his family)
happened when he was 15. One of his dad's friends (Rico) had seen something
in David's demeanor. He'd watch the boy closely whenever he was over their
house, sizing him up while he hung with the boy's parents playing spades,
smoking weed, or having cook-outs. He noticed that David seemed slightly
different from his older brothers (Raul & Carlos). He seemed to be a bit
more timid, a tad more sensitive, and trifle more delicate. He gained
David's trust by giving him money when no one was around, telling David
that this was their secret. David thought Rico liked him as a person. He
trusted Rico as an older man, a friend of their father's. He didn't think
it odd when Rico came over while the family was out. In fact, he liked the
extra attention Rico always gave him. When Rico asked for something cool to
drink, David hopped up and ran off to the kitchen to get the older man a
brew. Rico watched David's tight little ass sashay into the other room, and
adjusted his growing hardon before he returned.
	"Thanks for the beer" said Rico, rubbing his rough hands over
David's and slapping him playfully on the rump. David felt an electricity
between them. David knew he liked boys, he knew he had..., feelings, for
some of the more handsome boys in his class. He even noticed Rico, but
brushed him off as an `untouchable' due to his age and his association with
his folks. But David noticed Rico's strong male physique, his hairy chest
when he wore wife-beaters and tight jeans, his strong jaw, and manly
demeanor. David was surprised when Rico asked him to sit by him on the
family's sofa. David sat beside him, feeling like small and insignificant
next to the grown muscular man. Then Rico started to squeeze David's
thighs, telling him how "puny" he was. He made a huge muscle with his arm,
telling the boy to "feel it". "That's what a man's arm is supposed to feel
like" bragged Rico, ordering the boy to feel his chest, and then his thick
thighs. That's when David noticed the throbbing bulge in the man's
crotch. "Go on..., touch it!" encouraged Rico. David did, loving the feel
of the man's hardon. "Take it out..." said Rico, breathing hard with eager
anticipation. David was a gorgeous boy, the type Rico loved to break in. No
one knew of Rico's love for young boys, especially David's father Romero.

	Rico and Romero were friends for over 10 years, meeting in prison
and eventually growing a respect for one another and forming a friendship
and a bond that would last a decade. Romero knew nothing of Rico's real
reason for his incarceration. Rico told inmates that he was arrested for
drug activity, when in truth, he was convicted for child molestation.
	Rico molested several young teenaged neighborhood girls and boys
from his original home town, conning and talking most all of them into
doing some sort of sexual act on his person. He was a strikingly handsome
rugged man, so it was usually easy for him to con them into doing something
they knew was wrong or perverted. David was no exception, as he had the boy
pulling his bare penis from his trousers, stroking it eagerly with his
curious hands. "Why don't you kiss it?" asked Rico, knowing what was in
David's heart. The boy was scared and reluctant, until Rico promised never
to tell his father. Throwing caution to the wind, David bent forward and
clumsily sucked his first fully grown adult dick. From that moment on, he
was hooked, sucking Rico off whenever they found the opportunity in Rico's
car, in his tiny 2 bedroom apartment, in the basement of his parent's
house, etc.

	David spent the rest of his life trying to hide his sexuality from
his family. He found friends to suck and fuck in the neighborhood and high
school, but could never achieve that level of true intimacy he really
desired. Not until he met Alex.
	Alex Sanchez was the first man David felt true feelings for. And he
could tell by the way Alex made love to him, that he cared for him as
well. David could kick himself for fucking up their relationship by messing
around on Alex behind his back. He knew he had no one but himself to blame,
but he wanted his boyfriend back. And no Hell or high water was going to
stop him from achieving that goal as far as he was concerned.


Pt-3
	Alex Sanchez walked back to his cell after breakfast. He saw David
Rodriguez (his former boyfriend) staring at him from across the table. Alex
tried ignoring him, as ordered by David's brother Raul (Alex's new
boyfriend). He knew David felt remorse about what happened between them,
and knew David really wanted them to reconcile. But Alex belonged to Raul
now. Raul was a lot stronger and tougher than David. Raul wasn't the kind
of guy who you fucked with. Alex didn't want to be on his bad side. He'd
seen what Raul and his Rootboiz did to guys who opposed him. And it wasn't
pretty.
	Alex was standing there, contemplating his lack of options when
Raul walked in.

"What's up, baby?" he asked, strolling into the cell as if he owned
it. "What you thinkin bout?"

"Nothing. Just chillen." responded Alex, watching Ra' pull the covers off
his bed to place them over the cell bars. Alex knew what that meant. Since
becoming Raul's man, he had to suck him off at least one a day. Luckily
Raul wasn't very well endowed, allowing Alex to give him a good work out
without over taxing himself orally.
	Alex stood still as Raul walked over to him. Raul stood in front of
his man, then pulled the taller Alex forward to plant a kiss on his
lips. Alex was somewhat surprised, as Raul had never done the affectionate
thing before. But Alex relaxed and allowed Raul's tongue to slip into his
mouth. He accepted it as it slithered and searched his oral cavity
curiously. When Raul broke back, Alex saw a smoldering lust in his cold
cruel eyes.

"We're gonna try something a lil' different today, baby..." suggested Raul,
unbuckling his belt as he motioned for Alex to do the same. Fear flushed
through Alex's mind, but knew what was about to happen was inevitable. "I
bought something with me to make it a lil' easier." he added, pulling a
small tube of lubricant from his pocket. "I got it from my brother..., he
uses it when he's about to get fucked. But you know that already, right?"
smirked Raul.
	Alex felt his asshole pucker in protest. He knew exactly what Raul
had in mind. He'd fucked Raul's baby brother David often enough to know
what lube was used for. He worried that someone might come by (perhaps his
cellmate) and find him getting fucked, but then realized that Ra' probably
had some of his "boiz" standing guard outside his cell to insure their
privacy.

"Get me hard, baby." ordered Raul.
	Alex got down on his knees and took Raul's hard 6 inch uncut cock
into his mouth and began to suck. He'd come to terms with giving Raul blow
jobs since becoming his boy-toy, but getting fucked would definitely take
some getting used to.

	Alex sucked Raul's dick vigorously, hoping against hope that he
could make the gang banger cum quickly so he'd forget about fucking his
tight ass. "Damn boy...!" surprised Raul, shocked by the fervor in which
Alex administered his suction. "...you really hungry for that nutt,
ain'tcha?" Alex moaned `yes' as he did his best to make Raul cum. Ra'
decided to give the boy what he wanted. He stood there and watched as Alex
whored himself on his dick, sucking as deeply as he could as his tongue
slithered along the underbelly to massage and tickle the cum-tube
underneath, his lips sucking firmly at the ridges. Alex was thrilled to
find Raul's dick pulsating like crazy, passing the point of no
return. "Yeaaaa boy..., eat that dick baby. Get that nutt!"
	Alex felt Raul's dick jump in his mouth before it started to pump
fresh spurts of thick semen onto his teeth and gums. Alex smiled to
himself, knowing he'd just saved his ass another day as he swallowed down
Raul's creamy load. Raul watched Alex clean off his dick, smacking his lips
every time he came up off the sensitive head. Alex stood up, thinking Raul
was done for the day, when Ra' suddenly reached for his ass and started to
grope the firm tan cheeks.

"Turn around." ordered Raul. Alex did so, nervously. Raul pushed him
forward until he was bending over the bed. Alex looked back over his
shoulder, watching Raul molest his ass cheeks, his dick still rock hard,
having lost none of its stiffness after cumming.

"Ready to get fucked, baby?" asked Raul, rubbing his lubed fingers across
Alex's tight hole. "I'm horny enough for TWO fucks!"

"Raul..., please man..., I'm not comfortable doing this. Can't I just keep
sucking it?" begged Alex, wanting to save his asshole.

"Head is fine, baby..., but every now and then, a man has to feel his dick
plunged into something hot, tight, and wet. You know how it is! You've
fucked David often enough!"

"Please, Ra..., David liked it..."

"Look Alex, you're gonna get fucked one way or the other! We can do this
nice..., or like we did last time (back in chap-2, Pt-4 when Ra' and his
middle brother Carlos raped Alex)!"
	Alex said nothing, knowing what the alternative meant. Raul greased
his hardon, then pressed his dick head up to Alex's hole, and pushed in.

"AARRRRHHHH!!!" grit Alex, trying to endure the pain as his anus was wedged
open by Raul's searing crown.

"Oh shit, yeah!!" sighed Raul, loving the tight feeling. No wonder so many
inmates were cornholing around here!
	Alex pleaded for Raul to be gentle. Raul did his best not to damage
Alex's asshole, but lust quickly took him over after only a few seconds
inside. He grabbed hold of Alex's hips, and started fucking him harder and
harder. Alex bit his lip, trying not to scream out and cause attention. He
didn't want the other inmates to know he was being fucked anally. Something
like that was hard to live down, and Alex didn't want word getting back to
his neighborhood friends and family that he was in prison serving pussy!

	Fortunately for Alex, Raul wasn't really able to last very long
(though to Alex 5 minutes might have felt like an eternity). He hammered
Alex until he was lying face down on his mattress, then pumped another hot
load deep into Alex's fresh fucked newly formed anal-pussy.
	Alex felt a strange form of relief when the deed was over. His
asshole breathed a sigh of relief when Raul finally pulled all the way out
of him. Raul went over to the sink and washed his cock clean while Alex lay
in bed recovering. His anus was sore and throbbing, but in tact. When he
got up off the bed to re-dress, he could feel a warm liquidly wetness
surrounding his swollen hole. Raul walked over and kissed him "thanks" on
the lips, then pat his ass like a chick as he headed for the cell door. He
ripped down the sheet curtain, then left Alex to clean up.


Pt-4
	32 yr old Muslim Amahd sat in his prison cell, his mind consumed by
something that didn't involve his religious beliefs or his Quran
teachings. His thoughts (and dreams of late) were consumed by the woman he
had come to fall in love with. Oddly enough, he didn't meet this so-called
woman until he was locked away in Piedmont Penitentiary; Nakia Davis.
	Nakia was a straight 28 yr old male inmate who was falsely accused
and incarcerated for a crime he didn't commit (as told in chap-2,
pt-3). Adding insult to injury, he was targeted by one of the prison's most
notorious inmates; Duke Daniels, and forced to become a female
impersonating prostitute for hire for the 6 foot 3, 190 lbs, muscle bound
Mandingo.

	Amahd came across Nakia like most of the inmates did, by viewing
him for the first time in the prison's cafeteria (chap-9, pt-1). Duke
introduced Nakia as his new "prison pussy", making him dress up in female
clothes before parading him in front of a room full of horny, hungry men.
	Amahd was sitting with his fellow Muslims (as told in chap-13,
pt-3) when he caught a glimpse of her. Ever since, she's been a constant
thorn in his dreams. Amahd would awaken with Nakia on his mind. He'd search
the prison over just to watch her enact with other men. When he could
manage to save up enough money (from outside sources, ie mom, girlfriend, &
gifts etc), he would spend it all on one date with her, fucking her as if
he was fucking one of his girlfriends back in the real world.

	Amahd got up from his bed in his prison shorts. His cellmate
(Jamal) watched him walk across the room to the toilet. Amahd whipped his
soft fat dick from his shorts slit, and began pissing into the toilet.

"You missed morning prayer, and breakfast." said Jamal, sitting at their
desk reading over scriptures. Amahd said nothing as he continued
peeing. "Muhammad was asking about you. You haven't been coming to the
meetings either. Are you okay, brutha?"

"I'm not interested in what that hypocrite Muhammad has to say!" mumbled
Amahd, shaking the last drops of piss from his dick tip before tucking it
back into his shorts.

"I'm worried about you, brutha. You're not acting the way the scriptures
mandate..."

"Spear me your concerns, Jamal! I'm a grown man! If I want to pass on a few
prayer meetings, I can do that!" shouted Amahd, frustrated.

"But it's not good to deviate from scriptural teachings, man! Not with all
the adversities we have going on around us in here!" pleaded Jamal. "It's
too easy to slip back into our former ways of life without that spiritual
connection we all need to bond us!"

"Look Jamal..." said Amahd, turning towards the younger inmate. "...there's
a lot of things going on that you don't know about..."

"You mean about you and that male prostitute Nakia Dawson? I know about
that." surprised Jamal. "You know word gets around! I just didn't say
anything cause I hoped you'd get it out of your system before it got too
out of hand! But apparently you're sinking deeper into it!"

"I wasn't talking about me and Nakia!" said Amahd, grabbing his prison
pants from the foot of his bed. "There's a whole lot of OTHER shit going on
around here that you know nothing about!"

"Like what?" asked Jamal, curiously.

"Forget it!" said Amahd, zipping up his pants.

"Look Amahd..., I think we should find Muhammad! Maybe you could talk to
him about this..."

"Fuck Muhammad!" yelled Amahd, belligerently. "That faggot mother fucker
can't tell me shit!"

"Amahd..!!" shocked Jamal at his brutha's hatred. "What has Muhammad ever
done to you?"

"Besides judging me from his high horse?" asked Amahd, putting on his
prison shoes. "He's fucking his cellmate, Abdul!" he added before leaving
Jamal to maul over his words.


Pt-5
	43 yr old former Philadelphian police officer; Bruce "Terminator"
Gardner, started residing over the Aryan cell block after Sarge (the
Aryan's previous leader) was thrown into The HOLE for plotting the murder
of a fellow inmate (back in chap-17, pt-6). Unknown to the Aryans, Bruce
was the one responsible for exposing Sarge's plot to the Warden
(unseen/believed to have happened somewhere in the last scene of chap-17,
pt-1).

"So..., you say you gotta plan to get us a bigger cut from the drug sells?"
asked Snake skeptically, sitting at "the Table" (the place where Sarge and
his brethren [Snake, Hammer, and Luke among others] usually sit and plan
all their exploits). "Let's hear it, man! Let's see whatcha got!"
	Bruce brought his brethren (which now included; Cooper and Blake)
in closer.

"Check it out..., in order to get a bigger piece of the pie, I suggest we
cut off our connections with the Mandingos and the Rootboiz! Make them see
how valuable we are with our contribution to the drug run!" motioned Bruce.

"Are you daft, man?" snorted Snake, thinking the thought preposterous. "The
niggers and the spics make up most of our drug sells here! Without their
participation, we'll take a substantial beating in cash flow! Your idea is
the dumbest thing I ever heard!"
	Snake looked around at his fellow Aryans. "THIS is the guy YOU
dumbasses chose to be your new leader! I hope you're all happy now!"

"Relax, Snake..., chill out!" suggested Blake, tried of Snake's rants.

"Fuck off, copper!" yelled Snake, angrily. "I'm just one second from
turning you into a butt-fag like your friend (referring to Justine in
chap-3, pt-3)!" Blake merely smirked at the unlikelihood.

"It WILL work, Snake." assured Bruce, calmly. "Once they realize how scarce
a simple hit will be without OUR input, they'll make any deal we want them
to to get us back in good graces!"

"Makes sense to me..." said Luke, thinking it over. "We DO provide the
biggest shipment of narcotics into the facility!"

"AND we can make sure any guards we have on payroll will bust up whatever
hookups the minorities have towards getting supplies inside the prison as
well!" added Bruce. "We can dry this prison up in just a few days! They'll
be BEGGING us to name our price!"

"Sounds like a good plan!" said one of the neighboring Aryans, followed by
several others who nodded their approval. Snake and Hammer looked at each
other, watching the power shift before their eyes.
	Bruce, Cooper, and Blake knew they were back on the road to riches.


Pt-6
	Amahd walked the prison blocks looking for Duke Daniels. He'd heard
the man was taking a break up in his cell, relaxing with his "bitches";
Nakia and Chris Gardner (Terminator's son). Amahd came to Duke's extremely
decorated cell (perks for being an important member of the Cartel). Duke
didn't bother to put curtains up at the bars like most inmates who wanted
to hide what they do behind the drape of a veil, Duke did his dirt out in
the open, as did his right hand man; Marvin Rollins.
	Rollins and Duke had Nakia and Chris Gardner (otherwise known as
Chelsea) in compromising positions. Marvin had Chelsea on her back, her
milky white legs thrown up over his muscular shoulders as he plunged his
huge thick black dick in and out of her swollen pink manhole. Chris was
used to being fucked hard by black cock, but the extra added powerful
thrust from the muscular inmate put a strain on his talented entails like
no other man did before him (except maybe Tempest). Marvin was like a
pit-bull, fucking relentlessly as he paved Chelsea a new pathway.
	Amahd saw Nakia bent between Duke's thick dark legs, bobbing her
head in his lap as he watched Marvin fuck Christopher. Duke's eyes were
focused on Marvin's swollen dick as it appeared and disappeared into the
white whore's butt, cum from the last fucking she took leaking out around
the girth of Marvin's strong prod. Chris grunted loudly with each and every
plunge, sounding like someone was murdering him as Marvin picked up the
pace. The small bed crunched and creaked under the weight of his
mass. Duke's dick throbbed between Nakia's painted lips as she sucked hard
on his big 10 and 1/2 inch purple meat, trying to draw out the seed she
knew would inevitably soothe her sore throat.

"Yeeeaahh..., suck that big dick, bitch!" moaned Duke, loving the live
porno going on in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off Marvin's
tight brown ass and thick dick shaft as it sank into the whore's hole. Duke
tried holding off as long as possible, wanting to save his orgasm to match
Marvin's. It was difficult, what with the cum-vixen sucking away between
his legs like a vampire.

"AHHH!! AHHH!! AWWW!! OOOHHH!! AHHH!! AHHH!! NO! AHHH!! STOP!! AWW FUCK,
ME! AWW SHIT! AHHH FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK, MAN!! AHHH!! AHHH!!
AARRHHH!!" screamed Christopher, music to Marvin's ears. The sadistic black
man fucked the meek white boy harder and harder, loving the loud mixture of
screams and pleas the young whore made as her male pussy was mauled by his
monster member.

"That's it, Marv..., FUCK that bitch good, man! Break that pussy in two!"
	Marvin did just that, fucking poor Christopher like a bandit. Chris
knew from previous fuckings as one of the bitches in Tempest Williams' male
prostitute harem (in the series "Precinct-23"), that his ass had been well
formed to house the massive manhoods of black men. With each new plunge of
a black cock into his official male "pussy", he sank deeper and deeper into
belief that THIS was what he was born for. Nothing seemed more natural, or
fulfilling than when he had a hard dick plunging into his deep abyss. Chris
looked up into the face of his fucker, staring up through blurred vision
and tears to see Marvin's lustful snarl. He looked like a handsome bull,
snorting through his large nostrils as he heaved heavily, pounding hard
into the ass cushion beneath him. In that very instant, Chris felt himself
orgasm, though his cock was dead against his groin. Because his orgasm
wasn't from his cock, it was from the inside, deep within his pussy.

"AAAAAAOOOOOHHHHH...!!" he moaned, his eyes rolling up into his head.

"FUCK YEAH!" smiled Marvin, having given men this orgasm before (namely
Malik). At that moment, Marvin's dick swelled inside Chris's cunt, and came
with a huge burst of semen which flooded Chris's anal canal like a raging
tsunami. "AAAAAARRHHHH FUCK!!" he yelled, feeling his essence torn from his
body through his balls.
	Across the room, Duke grabbed the back of Nakia's head, and rammed
her face down onto his dick. Nakia was impelled on the full length of
Duke's 10 and 1/2 inch meat. A gush of thick creamy liquid rapidly spurted
down his throat.

"Ohhh fuck, yeeaahhh..." moaned Duke, throwing back his head in
ecstasy. That's when Amahd stepped into the room... "What's up?" asked
Duke, opening his eyes to see the dark skin 32 yr old staring back at him.

"I, uh..., I wanted to talk to you about purchasing Nakia..." said
Amahd. Duke ground Nakia's head down in his pubes, causing his dick to
churn around in his throat as Nakia made loud gurgling sounds.

"Well..., he's kinda busy right now..." laughed Duke, joined by Marvin as
he pulled his softening dick from Chris's sore, numb asshole. "Maybe you
can rent her later..., after we're finished using her!"

"I'm not here to rent her..." said Amahd, "...I'm here to buy her
out-right!"

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