Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 22:23:14 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-29

	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/29
PLANS AND PLOTS

Pt-1

	Prison Guard Joseph Dobbins walks the rounds of the prison, making
sure all is well as he approaches the Aryan's prison block. Dobbins (a 29
yr old single caucasian) walks casually by the Aryan's cell block, where he
casually comes across block leader Bruce Gardner, who "happens" to be
hanging out near the block entrance. He nods casually to Dobbins, who
casually nods back, before walking pass and heading for the stairwell
(where prison cameras are none existent). A few seconds later, Gardner
follows.

"What now?" asked Dobbins, waiting in the stairwell as Gardner closed the
door for privacy.

"I need another favor!" said Gardner.

"Wasn't it enough that I allowed you to sneak in and off that fucking
Sarge?" asked Dobbins, nervously. "Ellis is STILL investigating why the
surveillance cameras conveniently malfunctioned that day! It could cause me
my job!"

"Relax! You got paid well for that incident, didn't you?" asked Gardner,
having paid Dobbins handsomely for the favor.

"Yeah..., but I'm not prepared to lose my job for a few thousand dollars!"
countered Dobbins. "If it wasn't for that fucking Sarge being such a thorn
in my ass..., making me set up Tempest Williams...they weren't supposed to
stab him, man! They were only supposed to scare the shit out of him! Maybe
rough him up a bit..."

"What else did you think they would do? Fuck him and call him names?
They're supremacist, it's their jobs to exterminate the planet of blacks,
spics, and jews!" informed Gardner.

"I suppose..." said Dobbins. "What do YOU want?"

"I want a tour of the underground tunnels under the prison!"

"You're crazy! Those tunnels are over a hundred years old! What do you want
to go down there for?" asked Dobbins, curiously.

"That's for me to know." said Gardner.

"No way!" answered Dobbins, too nervous to risk his job again.

"There's a hundred thousand in it for you!" promised Gardner, catching
Dobbins' full attention.

"A hundred thou?" he asked, looking the inmate over suspiciously. "Where'd
YOU get that kinda money?"

"Drug dealers!" explained Gardner. "Do you think Tempest was the only one
we were shaking down?"
	Dobbins rubbed his chin, thinking fast.

"I'll tell you when!" he said, greedily. "But this goes no further than
US!" he added, leaving the stairwell as Gardner smiled mischievously to
himself.


Pt-2

	Around the Rootboiz cell block, word starts to spread pretty
quickly about Raul's father (40 yr old Romero Rodriguez) placing himself in
charge and undermining his son's authority and accomplishments. Romero
starts off his first act as leader by entitling his sons (Raul and Carlos)
as his "right and left" hand men. From now on ALL orders come from him, and
him alone. All decisions, money, drugs, imports, deals, plans, and ideas
are routed through him. No one makes any decisions without his say-so or
input. Anyone caught or believed deviating from those rules, would be dealt
with accordingly and sufficiently.
	Unhappy with his father's decision to muscle in on his territory,
Raul feels he has no choice but to sit back and see what happens. How would
his father's demands go over with the Cartel? Would Duke and Terminator
(Gardner) go along with his dad's quest for power, or cut the ricans out of
the drug business all together? Romero was taking a chance with the
Rootboiz's livelihoods, and that would not go over well with his inmates.

	Raul kept a close eye on his father, watching him intently as he
left his jail cell, wearing only his assigned prison pants, shoes, and a
wife-beater. Romero decided to make his rounds, checking out the
puertorican cell block to familiarize himself with as many new faces as
possible. When a man watched his back, it helped to know the names of the
men standing behind him.

	While his father was gone, Raul decided to check in on his little
brother David, whom had been sharing their father's cell for the last few
days now since his return to the prison. David was busy making the bed when
Raul walked in. David turned around, stunned to see his brother as he
quickly continued to do his assigned chores.

"Wussup, Davey? How you been?" asked Raul, trying to make casual small
talk. David ignored him, fixated on the task at hand. Raul studied his
brother, noting his uncharacteristic body language and demeanor. "How's dad
been treating you? Was he pissed off about you going over to the Dingos?"
	David still didn't answer, rather he began putting up his father's
clothes, folding them just the way they were taught as children. "You can't
ignore me forever! We're in prison, remember? Nothing but time on our
hands!" said Raul, trying to badger his brother into talking. Raul was just
about to get physical, when he noticed a deep blue/black/purple
passion-marks on his brother's neck. "Where'd you get those from?" he
asked, pointing at David's neck. "I don't remember you having that when we
got you back from Duke's!" David said nothing, but merely covered his marks
as he went about the cell cleaning.

"Who you been with?" questioned Raul. "I haven't seen Genuwine...! Alex
wouldn't DARE touch you! And you ain't been outta this cell since dad came
back from..., of shit!" responded Ra', dropping his jaw in
realization. "Dad put those on you?" he asked/accused. "Papi gave you
passion-marks?"

"No!" lied David, trying to defend his father.

"Don't lie to me, David! Did dad put those on you?" he inquired. "Did
he...? Has he been...? Did he..., TOUCH you??"

"You're just jealous!" yelled David, hysterically. "You're jealous that he
LOVES ME MORE THAN HE DOES YOU!!!"

"What dad's doing to you ain't love, Davey..., its molestation! It's rape!"

"It's no different than what you're doing to poor Alex!" shouted David.

"Alex ain't my son! We ain't even related!" explained Raul. "With all this
boipussy walking around this prison, why he has to fuck his own son?!"

"What dad and I do is none of your business!" defied David.

"No?" asked Raul, giving his brother the evil eye. "What would MOM say if
she found out you're fucking papi?"


Pt-3

	Marvin Rollins was walking through the Mandingo's cell block, when
he came across Duke fucking one of his prison bitches. Shaleem Davis was a
mere 21 yr old, doing his very first prison stint after accidentally
killing his own 1 yr old daughter while in a drug induced paranoia. While
high on drugs, Shaleem thought he saw snakes crawling all over his little
girl, and tried to save her throwing her in the microwave to keep the
snakes away. His daughter died of asphyxiation, and Shaleem was charged
with her murder.
	Now (as part of his punishment) he lies underneath Duke Daniels,
who has the man's legs spread over each of his huge muscular shoulders, as
he drills his thick 10 and 1/2 inch dick deep into the once straight man's
well fucked asshole. Shaleem had been getting fucked by his two cellmates
(Killer-Pete and Wyome) since his arrival here some months ago. Well
experienced at taking dick up the ass, he had been recruited into Duke's
esteemed "prison pussy posse", a hand picked group of men turned into
would-be girls for the sole purpose to whore around the prison populace as
hookers for a price. It's a racket that's been paying Duke off well for a
number of years now.

	Duke drills his manhood through Shaleem's ass with increasing
drive, hammering hard at his buttock as his pelvis and balls slap
deliriously into Shaleem over and over. Marvin didn't watch for long as he
witnesses Duke pound the moaning man's innards, giving him his first
official `fuck of the day' before sending him out into the prison populace
to make his money.
	Marvin continued his walk down the hall until he came across the
prison cell of T-Bo and Genuwine. Genuwine was lying back in bed, playing
his Gameboy when Marvin suddenly appeared in his cell door.

"What the fuck you want, man? I ain't workin for Duke no more!" informed
Genuwine, (still feeling betrayed by events which happened in chap-25).

"I'm not here for Duke, man..." said Marvin, inviting himself in. Genuwine
sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the edge as he placed his hand held
game aside. "I just wanted to let you know that I understand how you
feel..."

"Bullshit!" snapped Genuwine, doubting it. "You don't know shit about how I
feel!"

"I know you didn't like it when you saw us all fucking your boi, David!"
countered Marvin, sympathetically. Genuwine sulked. "I told Duke you had
feelings for that boi..., but Duke was all about turning him into a
pussy-girl! He don't give a fuck about nobody but him damn self!"
	Genuwine said nothing, unsure if this was a trick by Duke to catch
him saying something bad about him. He looked over at the 5 foot 11 inch,
250 lbs man of muscle, and studied him closely. Marvin seemed sincere
enough, but Genuwine couldn't chance a set up, angering Duke was the last
thing he wanted to do with no real posse standing behind him as
protection. He was seriously considering becoming a Muslim, just to have
someone watch his back. "He thinks he's god almighty or something! Someone
needs to bring him back down to size...show him that he ain't no better
than the rest of us!"

"Really?" asked Genuwine, game to at least discuss the topic. "How?"

"We need to turn the tables on him..., make him see what it feels like to
be on the receiving end for a change!" smiled Marvin, deviously.


Pt-4

	32 yr old Raymond Sherman (aka Amahd) walks into his prison cell,
looking to be transformed (if only temporarily) from reality. He expects to
find his woman (28 yr old Nakis Davis) waiting for him. Ray had been
looking forward to receiving a much needed massage from his "woman", one he
highly anticipated before a night of making love. But much to Raymond's
dismay, he didn't find Nakia the woman waiting, yet Nakia the man, a strict
violation of their cell agreement.

"What the fuck...?" asked Ray, looking at his cellmate astounded.

"We need to talk." said Nakia, even sounding more masculine.

"You need to put on your girly clothes, and put your wig back on if you
want to talk to me!" insisted Raymond.

"That's what I want to talk about!" informed Nakia, persistent.

"What??" asked Raymond, curious to what the problem was.

"I don't like having to dress like a woman..." informed Nakia,
nervously. "...it's degrading! Isn't it bad enough that you fuck me every
night? Why do I have to act like a woman on top of it?"

"Because when I met you, that's what you were!" explained Raymond
(referring back to chap-13, pt-3). "You had no problem with it before...,
now you do?"

"Duke MADE me wear those clothes! He turned me into a hooker! That wasn't
anything I aspired to be!"

"I didn't rescue you from Duke to spend my time with a man..., I wanted
what I thought I was getting, a woman! Or at least a man who didn't mind
pretending to be one!" explained Raymond. "You seemed alright with it from
the beginning, why you got a problem with it now all of a sudden?"

"It's not all of a sudden..." said Nakia. "...I've always felt that way!
It's just that I never had no choice with Duke. Whatever he says goes!"

"And you think it's gonna be any different with me?" asked Raymond. "When I
gave up my religion and joined Duke's gang to free you up..., I wasn't
doing it to make you my nigga, I did it to make you my woman!" informed
Ray. "Now I'm not about to let all of that go just because you feel like
you're being disrespected as a man! As far as I'm concerned, you gave up
your manhood the minute you put on a dress and let Duke parade you around
the prison as a woman!"
	Nakia said nothing in his defense, knowing Ray had sacrificed a lot
in order for them to be together. Nakia suddenly felt like he was being
ungrateful for all the work Raymond put into him and their
relationship. "Look..., if you weren't comfortable with being my woman, why
didn't you just say so from the beginning? Before I denounced my religion
to Islam?"

"I'm sorry, Raymond..., I didn't mean for any of that to happen! It all
just happened to fast, I had no idea what you were even planning until you
came into Duke cell with your offer to buy me outright!"

"Well it's obvious we can't go on like this!" said Raymond, looking for a
solution to their dilemma. "Do you want to stay here with me, as my
woman...? Or do you want to go back to Duke?"

"That's not even an option." complained Nakia.

"You're wrong..., those are your ONLY options!" reasoned Raymond.


Pt-5

	Prison guard Malik Jones walked swiftly through all the usual hang
outs of inmate Marvin Rollins, hoping to run into him. He finally found him
as Marvin was preparing to leave the weights room after finishing a
set. Malik stood in the doorway of the weights room, as Marvin lowered the
dumbbells to the rack. When Marvin turned around, he found Malik standing
there waiting for him. Sighing, Marvin picked up his towel, and began
heading towards the exit.

"I've been looking all over for you." said Malik, as Marvin attempted to
walk by without speaking. "What...? You're not talking to me?" he asked,
after Marvin passed him by. Malik ran up behind Marvin, then grabbed him by
his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. "Why are you acting like this?"

"You can't guess?" asked Marvin, yanking his arm away.
	Malik looked around to make sure no one was within listening range.

"I did as you asked!" said Malik, feeling betrayed. "You wanted me to make
a second date for you and Duke, and I did it! Why did you leave before we
finished?"

"Because I didn't want to see you whore yourself with all of Duke's boiz!"
countered Marvin. Malik's jaw dropped.

"Whore myself?" he asked, feeling hurt. "Now I'm a whore all of a sudden?
You're the one that asked me to fuck around with Duke, and NOW I'm a
whore?" he asked, looking around to make certain no one was listening. "You
know..., I lived a perfectly happy straight life before you raped me in the
basement of that crack-house you worked in! You single handedly managed to
fuck my entire life up!"

"And I suppose it's MY fault that now you can't help bending over for any
hard dick pointed in your direction?" asked Marvin.
	Malik felt rage surge through his veins as Marvin's words hit him
like a ton of bricks. On instinct he reached up and slapped the 5 foot 11
inch 250 lbs man of muscle square across the face. On instinct, Marvin's
first reaction was to grab Malik by the neck and fling him backwards into
the wall. Malik reached for his control stick, and slammed it across
Marvin's forearm, causing him to drop the officer immediately. Marvin
tightened his fist and reached back to punch Malik as Malik posed his
control stick over head to counter the attack. But both men
hesitated. Marvin realized where he was and what kind of trouble he was
about to get himself into, when he relaxed his fist and shoulders.

"You're not even worth it!" he said, as he turned and walked away, holding
his sore forearm.
	Marvin's words hurt worse than his attack, as Malik sheathed his
control stick, and noticed inmates standing around stunned wondering what
happened.

"Okay..., show's over! Go on about your business!" insisted Malik. The
small crowd dispersed, as Malik watched Marvin walk down the corridor away
from him.


Pt-6

		Aryan leader Bruce Gardner walked into the Aryan cell
block, knowing his days there were numbered. He walks up to his prison
cell, to find his cellmate (Alan Cooper) balls deep in their new pussyboy
Oliver Ross (Snake).
	Gardner laughs to himself as he positions himself in a place where
he can watch all the action. Cooper doesn't mind an audience, and Snake has
very little to no choice in anything. Gardner watches as Cooper pumps his
hips up and down as he drives his 7 inch banana shaped cock through Snake's
jiggly ass cheeks. Gardner can tell by the perspiration forming on both men
that they'd been at it for quite some time. Gardner leans back in his seat,
nursing his growing manhood as he watches Cooper drill his straight through
Snake's asshole.

"Yeah, take that fucking dick, asshole!" grunted Cooper, working Snake over
as he pounded him harder and harder. Snake groaned and grunted from each
and every thrust the former cop forced into his open ass, feeling the dick
bang deep into his ass with crushing force. Cooper loved fucking, but he
loved performing for an audience more. When he noticed Gardner enter the
room, he quickly began fucking Snake harder, driving his dick through the
clinging asshole and hurting the inner walls by jabbing directly into them
on purpose.

"AAHHGGG, AAHHHGGG, AAAHHH, UHHH!!" grunted Snake, taking each thrust
painfully. He knew the ex-cops held no love loss for him, ever since they
arrived into the Aryans fold, Snake had been very vocal about having them
ousted, Now that they tables had turned, it was obvious that they were
using their considerable power and influence to make him suffer. Snake knew
he had no choice but to concede, or have matters turned worse.
	Cooper fucked into Snake's hole harder and rougher, picking up the
pace and tearing through his hole like a battering ram through paper. Snake
gripped onto the bed sheets, gritting his teeth as his ass was taken away
from him. Cooper leaned forward, biting onto Snake's ear as he yelled
obscenities at him.

"Take that cock, dickwipe! Move that ass! Tighten that boy-pussy, bitch!
Tighten it! Awww yeah! Fuck that's hot! Can you feel that cock in you? Can
you feel it? Do you love it?" asked Cooper, never missing a beat with his
hips.

"Yeah! Yeah, I feel it! I feel it! I fucking feel it!!" grunted Snake,
feeling Cooper chew on his ear like a pit-bull. His asshole was on fire,
having already been suffered the fate of being fucked previously by Cooper
and Blake. He never pictured this as the life for him. As a former biker,
he had a reputation of being a bad ass. But without the backing of his gang
(like most team members), he ain't shit without proper backup.
	He bites his lower lip to keep from screaming out too loudly like a
girl. Cooper's jabs are deliberately aimed into tender spots to cause
discomfort. Snake is not to enjoy the fucking, as part of his
punishment. Instead he is to be used constantly, belittled and degraded,
until his spirit is broken like shattered pieces of porcelain.

	Cooper feels his orgasm starting to excel as his balls tighten and
threaten to burst. He actually hates cumming, as it signals the end of his
fun. He pounds Snake extra hard out of spite, angry that he isn't able to
hold off longer. He'd been fucking the biker's soft hole for the past 20
minutes, hammering it hard and furious to show him just how little he is in
the big scheme of things.
	For the most part, the trick works. Snake could feel no lower if he
was raped by his own gang. His manhood suffers the slings and arrows of the
other inmates, former friends who now see and treat him like prison
cunt. He hangs his head in shame whenever he is allowed to venture from his
fuck cave, unable to hold his head high as his shameful secret is spread
throughout the prison.

"Oh fuck..., here it cums dickwad! Take that fucking load you piece of
shit! I'm about to blow in your pussy! You better take ever fucking drop I
give you! AAARRRHHHHH!!!" yelled Cooper, slamming his hips into Snake's ass
cheeks as he buries his boner balls deep and unloads. Gobs upon gobs of hot
thick cum fill Snake's aching cunt, over flowing with lustful cream as
Cooper grounds his woodie around inside the hot roost.
	After a few minutes of shaking, shimming, and screaming like a
banshee, Cooper finally pulls his softening cock from the dead hole before
him. He roughly slaps Snake on his ass, as cum glisten the ass crack and
leak down onto his balls.

"Sup Bruce?" smiles Cooper, acknowledging his cellmate. "You gonna get some
of his reptile's ass? It's all sweet and loaded just the way you like it!"

"I just might..." smiles Gardner, already stroke his exposed 9
inches. "Looks like you were really enjoying yourself there!"

"Pussy's getting better man! Getting harder to hold off cumming! I think
the bitch really likes having his cunt filled with cum! It's the only
explanation for why it gets so fucking juicy and sweet when you fuck it!
Ain't that right bitch? You like it when we fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes." answered Snake, non-emotionally.

"See, Bruce..., he's practically begging for you big cock!" encouraged
Cooper.

"Well I think I may have to oblige!" agreed Gardner, standing up to remove
his clothing.
	Snake groaned at the thought of getting fucked again, especially by
Gardner's big cock. He lay there unmoving, knowing he had no choice but to
take whatever they gave him. He closed his eyes and waited, listening as
Cooper teased him about really getting his "cunt smashed" now. He held his
breath in painful anticipation as Gardner positioned himself atop him in
the same position Cooper just fucked him in. He felt the fat head of
Gardner's cock kiss his asshole, then shove in violently as Gardner rammed
all 9 think inches in without regard to Snake's feelings. Snake tried to
stifle a scream, but failed as a painful wail escaped his throat, which was
music to the ex-officer's ears.
	Gardner ground his massive meat around in Snake's creamy roost,
enjoying the silky feel of his velvety interior as it squeezed, massaged,
and caressed his thick column.

	Once ready to start fucking, Gardner pulled back with his hips,
only to re-bury his manhood balls deep. Snake squirmed and withered
underneath him, trying to adjust to the invasion of his bowels as Gardner
began fucking him with deep steady strokes.
	Pulling back to only the fat head remained trapped inside, Gardner
would thrust his pelvis fast into Snake's shock buttock, drilling his man
meat ever deeper. Snake groaned painfully as the cock bore through him,
clearing a path straight through his bowels as the 9 inch ivory white cock
fucked him repeatedly with intense demand.

"Oh fuck! Shit, man! AAAHHH!! OOHH fuck! Wait! AARRHHH!!" grunted Snake,
feeling his asshole overpowered.
	Gardner thrust in and out non-stop, never letting up his relentless
plugging as he rode Snake's ass hard, -drilling his way ever deep into the
red hot innards.

	After 15 minutes of riding Snake's ass on his stomach, Gardner
pulled his erect cock from the cum lined hole and flipped the 5 foot 10
inch 175 lbs biker over onto his back. He grabbed him by his ankles, then
pressed Snake's legs up against his Snake's chest, then shoved his cock
back home. Snake grunted with his face twisted in agony. Gardner 9 inch
cock bore directly through him, his heavy bloated balls slapping into his
ass cheeks as he buried himself in once more.
	Gardner pressed his hands down on the backs of Snake's knees,
keeping his legs spread wide apart as he resumed fucking, thrusting his
thick cock in and out of the cum lined cock trap as he worked himself into
a frenzy. Gardner loved watching Snake squirm beneath him, hearing his
manly groans and grunts as he fucked him with steady thrusts. Snake's cock
was rock hard lying against his abdomen. It was already leaking a steady
stream of pre-cum, dripping onto his belly as he was fucked hard and
deep. The harder Gardner fucked him, the harder Snake's cock grew. He
tossed his head from side to side, moaning like a man possessed as his body
was fucked royally. Unable to contain himself, his cock started cumming all
its own, shooting semen across his tattooed belly and chest as he gripped
the bed sheets and grit his teeth in ecstasy. Gardner went into overdrive,
turned on by watching Snake's premature ejaculation. Gardner hammered his
asshole extra hard, then shoved all the way in and came like a cannon,
shooting thick rope after rope of hot potent semen straight into his murky
depths.
	Gardner fell forward, his essence drained from his body as he
continued to erupt. He leaned forward, his mouth next to Snake's ear as
Snake panted for breath.

"Seems you like it rough..." chuckled Gardner, bringing Snake back into
reality. "...little pussy-boy like you gonna love the rest of your prison
stay here at Piemont..., you're gonna be getting a LOT of cum in you!" he
laughed, as his cock continued to unload.