Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 21:36:04 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole -31

	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/31

Pt-1

	The Warden; 52 yr old Dennis Ellis takes a rare walk down the
basement of the penitentiary where Solitary Confinement is held. His
Kenneth Cole's could be heard against the cement floor, walking slowly
towards his destination.
	He stops in front of the cell of 42 yr old Muslim Muhammad
Shaeed. The large metal door is opened, but the Warden is shielded by steel
bars still keeping the occupant prisoner. Muhammad is naked (having been
stripped of his clothing since his imprisonment in Solitaire). He turns to
see the light from the hall shinning into his darkened room. He shields his
eyes as he stares up at the silhouette figure standing before him with his
arms folded behind his back.

"How long do you plan to keep me here?" asked Muhammad, recognizing the
hefty build of the Warden right off.

"As long as it takes!" answered Ellis.

"Takes for what?" asked Muhammad, rising to his feet as his eyes slowly
began to focus and his body shivers from the damp coldness of the basement.

"Takes to make you come to your senses!" says Ellis. "Do you think its easy
running a prison?" asked Ellis, stepping closer to the entrance. "I have
over 1500 prisoners, crammed into a space designed for only 500! My staff
is short handed! My guards are short staffed! My state assistance is
constantly being cut into! I always have to find ways to make sure each and
every one of you have 3 full meals a day! Clothes on your back! Shoes on
your feet! And I haven't had a raise in 3 years! Do you really think the
outside population cares what happens to you people when you get here? Do
you think they care if you sleep 3 to a cell, or 5 to a cell? All they want
is the animals and the criminals OFF THE STREETS! So you come here because
you fucked up out there, you weren't FIT to live amongst society! THIS is
your punishment! Writing letters to new papers and convincing them that
there's a story of "unsafe and inhuman living conditions" here, is nothing
but a meaningless short story for them on the 20th page of their
publication..., NO ONE CARES!"

"So, if no one cares..." snickers Muhammad, his back to the far
wall. "...why am I down here, and not in my regular cell?"

"Because you're making MY JOB harder!" answered Ellis. "I can't do my work,
answering reporters all day! So this is what you're going to do, IF you
want to see the light of day again anytime soon!" offers Ellis. Muhammad
pushes his back off the wall, standing on his own two feet. "I'm going to
arrange a telephone interview with the reporter you contacted at the
Inquire, and you're going to retract your story! Tell her that you were
lying about the conditions here at Piedmont Penitentiary, looking for
publicity for your upcoming appeal!"

"And if I don't?" asked Muhammad, defiantly.

"If you don't..., I'd get used to not using my eyes for a long, long time!"
threatened Ellis.

"You can't keep me down here indefinitely!" yelled Muhammad. "People will
know I'm missing! I have family, friends, and contacts on the outside that
will be looking to hear from me!!"

"Accidents happen, Muhammad..., no one is immune to them!" smiled Ellis,
causing a chill to run up Muhammad's spine. For the first time since being
here, he actually felt in real fear.

"I'll NEVER give in to threats, Warden..." he says, standing firmly as his
heart beat races.

"We'll see about that!" said Ellis, stepping back from the door. "See you
in a week!" he added, just before a guard steps from behind the wall
holding a fire hose. He aims it at Muhammad, and turns it on full
blast. The force of the cold water pushes Muhammad back against the stone
walls as he tries unsuccessfully to keep his breathing passages from being
blocked by the force of the spray. They aim the water force to various
parts of his body, Muhammad tired blocking the hard water as it beat upon
his body parts. For 5 full minutes they bombarded him with intense
water. When they finally stop, Muhammad falls out on the floor exhausted
and breathless. Water clogs his nostrils, his throat, and his ears. His
body achs all over from where the water hit, the feeling is as bad as a
physical beating.
	Then the door slammed, plunging him once again in totally darkness.

Pt-2

	35 yr old Tyrone Ware (last seen in chap-5, pt-1) was rummaging
through the cell of 34 yr old Davis Wood, and his cellmate 30 yr old James
Derekson, looking for drugs. With a major drug shortage going around the
prison (due to Aryan hold out), inmates was really starting to feel the
crunch.
	When Derekson unfortunately returned, he was startled to find Ware
clinching a bag of narcotics found in Derekson's mattress. "What the
fuck...??!" yelled Derekson, surprising Ware. The two men began to struggle
as Ware pulled a home-made ice pick from his waistband, and stabbed it into
Derekson's stomach. James gasped in shock. Ware pulled the pick back, then
rammed it in again and again violently. Blood splatters his hand and sleeve
as James Derekson falls to the cell floor clinching his gut. Ware walks
over to the sink to rinse off the weapon and wash the blood from his
hands. He steps over James' body as Derekson gasped for breath.

Pt-3

	In the Visitor's Center of the Prison, Romero Rodriguez is escorted
in as his wife Lynette sits waiting for him. He can tell by the ugly frown
on her beautiful Puerto-rican face, that she is unhappy by rumors she heard
from her oldest son Raul.
	Romero just discovered Raul's betrayal (telling his mother via the
phone of his father's incestuous infidelity behind bars) just before her
arrival. He hadn't yet had a chance to discuss the situation with his sons,
unaware that they knew of his and David's affair.

	Romero (5-8, 40 yrs old, and 170 lbs with a short hairy muscular
build) walked over to where his wife sat. She fidgeted nervously, knowing
what she was about to ask. She knew her husband wouldn't like hearing the
question, and she hazard to hear the truth.
	She stood up as he approached, giving him a good look of her tight
body in her leopard-skin print mini-skirt, black lace top (with cleavage),
high heels, and her long dyed blonde (Farah Fawcett) flipped hair with
black roots. Romero's dick hardened the instant he saw her, she could see
its bulge easily as he walked up and hugged her closely. Romero pulled her
body into him, her breasts pressed up against his chest as his groin molded
to her pelvis, --she could specifically feel his dick pressing against her
thigh.

"mmm..., you smell sooo gooood!" sniffed Romero, still holding her. Lynette
felt her knees grow weak as his massive cock pressed so closely to her
mound. Her panties grew moist as memories of their love making filled her
head.
	When one of the guards circling the room motioned from them to
break it up, he reluctantly let her go. Lynette quickly took her seat,
needing a moment to compose herself, her eyes stuck on her husband's crotch
as he took a seat opposite her. Once his crotch was out of view, she flung
back her blonde hair, and focused her eyes on his face.

"It's good to see you, Lynette..., I've missed you so fuckin much!" said
Romero, reaching across the table to hold her hands.

"I miss you too, baby..." said Lynette, sincerely. "You said you wouldn't
be going back to prison after the last time!"

"I know, baby..., but Rico deserved what he got after what he did to
David!" said Romero, referring to the murder of his best friend for
molesting his 21 yr old son when he was 15. "No man has a right to put his
hands on another man's son..., especially one he considers a friend!"
	Lynette looks sadly into her husbands eyes, knowing the pain and
anger he felt when he found out Rico was a child molester. But then she
recalls her reason for being there...

"Baby..., I've been hearing rumors..." she started, unsure how to bring it
up. Romero knew where she was going, and sat there waiting for the
punch. "...rumors I'm hoping, PRAYING aren't true!"

"What is it, babe? Spit it out?" said Romero.

"I'd heard rumors that you and Rico..., were having sex with other guys
when y'all were incarcerated before..." she said, reading his facial
expressions to see where his demeanor might go. "...now I can believe that
about Rico, I mean, he was molesting our son..."

"A man can only hold out but so long when he's behind bars, Lynette..."
admitted Romero. "it's not pretty, and its not romantic..., but when the
need arises, a man needs to feel himself inside another body!"
	Lynette pulled her hands back from her husband in shock.

"You've fucked other men?" she asked aloud, forgetting her volume.

"I have!" said Romero. "And don't look at me like I'm disgusting, remember,
all 3 of our sons are locked up in here too, and I can assure, every ONE OF
THEM has been with another man sexually! It's human nature!"

"Human nature?" laughed Lynette, nervously. "How can fuckin another man be
human nature for someone who's supposed to be straight? You ARE straight,
aren't you Romero?"
	Romero jumped from his seat, ready to reach across the table for
his wife for questioning his manhood after all these years of marriage. But
he caught himself, remembering where he was. Lynette's widened eyes
returned to normal as he eased his ass back down into the chair.

"How DARE you question my manhood, woman?" asked Romero, fire forming in
his eyes. "After ALL the years we've been together fuckin in the same
bed..."

"It's not the fuckin in our bed I'm worried about!" said Lynette,
defiant. Romero balled his fist, his large knuckles having seen many fights
in his life. Lynette knew he was bound to stay in his seat, or be punished
by the guards and put into some sort of confinement or something, so she
wasn't too worried about his anger problems.
	She stared at her virile husband through new eyes. Never in a
million years would she have thought him capable of butt fucking another
man. Those acts were left to men with less manly genes then him. She always
saw him as the ultimate male; strong, capable, diligent, resourceful. She
recalled see her husband fend off and beat up 3 muggers once while they
were on a night on the town. Romero was weaponless, yet he managed to beat
down 2 men with guns and put one in the hospital.

"It has nothing to do with homosexuality or being gay!" continued Romero,
trying to make her understand. "Most of the men here are straight..., but
when you have a stretch of 5 yrs, 10 yrs, 20, 30, 40 yrs without hope of
feeling a woman..., you take what you can when you can take it!"
	Lynette said nothing, as her husband's words sank into her
head. Somehow, it made sense, --though she didn't want to admit it. You
can't expect people to go indefinitely without human companionship without
them seeking it elsewhere. Luckily the prisons didn't allow pets!

"That's not the only rumor I heard..." continued Lynette, taking a deep
breath. "...I also heard that you may have been..., fuckin our youngest son
David...?" she asked/accused. When Romero didn't immediately deny it,
Lynette started to panic. "ARE you??" she asked, sensing the worse.

"Calm down, Lynette." said Romero, watching the guards watch them. "Yes...,
I'm having relations with David...but its for his own good!" he stated,
causing Lynette to scream in an uproar. She started calling him names,
outing him as a rapist in front of everyone. When Romero grabbed her, she
screamed louder, causing guards to run over. Romero was quickly and roughly
restrained, as Lynette was pulled aside and questioned.
	Romero yelled out to his wife to let him explain. Guards asked her
if she wanted to continue with her visit, or leave. She thought about it
long and hard after regaining her wits, and agreed to hear him our. Romero
was let go, and reseated as Lynette resumed her seat opposite him. He could
see the destine on her face. She was angry, and he knew he had only one
chance to make her understand.

"Go on..." she said, after the guard cautiously walked away. "...explain
why fuckin our son is for his own good!"
	Romero looked into her mascara running eyes...

"David's gay...he probably has been all his life, its no one's fault, it's
just what he is." started Romero. "Out on the streets he would have
problems being taken seriously. People might ridicule him, make life hard
for him..., but here in prison, he's SURE to be raped and become someone's
or some group's bitch! Taking David under my own wing saves him of being
victimized by population! Under my wing, NO ONE will come after him,
knowing the consequences if they do!"

"And you can only make this guarantee as David's lover, and not his
father?" asked Lynette, not totally buying it. "You have to be physically
fuckin him to insure he doesn't get raped by other inmates because YOU're
doing it??"

"I could guarantee this as his father, but there's still the issue of human
nature! Not just for me, but for David too!" said Romero.

"I don't understand." said Lynette, confused. "What do you mean?"

"David's gay! Inmates rape straight guys in here all the time, can you
imagine what they'd do to someone like David? If I'm not sexually
satisfying David's need for sex, he'll inevitably go looking for it from
someone else, making himself more assessable to rapes, beatings, gang
bangs, diseases...! I'm helping to keep him safe in here!"

"And what about Carlos and Raul? Are you keeping them safe in here as
well?" asked Lynette, sarcastically asking if he's fucking them too.

"Carlos and Raul can take care of themselves! And believe me, they both
have boys they use in the same manner I use David!" explained Romero. "Did
Raul tell you that when he called to dime on me? Did he introduce you to
his lover Alex?"

"This's too much for me! I can't take all of this right now!" snapped
Lynette, jumping up from her seat as she rushed towards the door. Romero
ran after her, as the guards stood close by incase they were needed.

"Lynette..!" called Romero, grabbing her by the arm. She spun around, more
tears streaking her face. "Just remember we love you! I love you, Ra loves
you, Carlos loves you, and David loves you...this has absolutely nothing to
do with you or how we feel about each other as a family! But prison has a
way of doing things to people, things you'd never ever think of doing on
the outside! Just know I'm doing everything in my power to keep our boiz
alive and healthy! When they come back home to you, they'll come home whole
and intact, --not in body bags!"
	Lynette stepped in and kissed her husband on the lips, sobbing
softly as she finally realized what he meant.

"Just make sure they're all safe, Romero...that's all I ask!" she said,
before turning and walking away.

Pt-4

	Walking through the Yard, Abdul Shabott took this time to reflect
as he wondered and worried about his cellmate and partner –Muhammad. No one
knew anything about him nor his whereabouts. Whenever he asked any of the
guards, none seemed to have any information. Abdul was starting to worry
the worse. Could Ellis somehow have killed Muhammad in cold blood and
discarded the body without a single soul saying anything on his behalf? Was
Ellis that ruthless? He knew Ellis and Muhammad had bumped heads on
occasions, but he never thought it would come to murder.
	Of course Abdul couldn't prove it was murder, but what else could
it be? Muhammad would never have stayed away this long without telling or
discussing it with him (if he were able).

	While walking, Abdul came across a small rally in the Yard held by
the newly confessed Muslim leader Rashad and his followers. Rashad was
trying to recruit more young men into Islam, promising unity and union for
a strong front as an incentive (the same incentive Muhammad used to use).
	Abdul listened briefly as Rashad mimicked many of the speeches he'd
heard Muhammad make over the years, calling for the younger inmates to form
together and believe in something beyond their criminal focus and
revenge. Abdul caught Rashad's eyes as he walked along the back of the
crowd. Rashad smirked, winking openly in Abdul's direction. Abdul felt his
skin crawl as he thought of how Rashad stole Muhammad's position without
even demanding to know what happened to him. For all Abdul knew, Rashad
could have had something to do with Muhammad's disappearance? Overcome with
anger, Abdul left the rally, heading back towards his cell to be alone with
his thoughts and fears.

Pt-5

	Genuwine was playing basketball with a group of associates he
wasn't too familiar with. Since coming to Piedmont, he'd been lucky enough
to be a member of Duke's jail-house gang of drug dealers and gang
bangers. Now, without their backing, he was forced to mingle with the rest
of the population as a mere inmate, losing all the perks he once had.
	During the ball game, Genuwine found himself being on the brunt end
of many elbows and fouls. Several times fights nearly broke out, as players
seemed to have targeted him as the official punching bag. When Genuwine had
had enough, he walked off the court with too many bumps and bruises.

	On his way back to his cell, he was confronted by 2 of the guys who
were rough-housing him during the game. They were 2 guys Genuwine knew as
`upcoming' bad boiz in a new group of black men forming in the bowels of
the prison. Genuwine knew they were ruthless killers, looking to start
names for themselves. When they stopped him, he knew he was in trouble.

"Look fellas...I'm not looking to get into anything..." he said, throwing
his hands up defensively. The two guys laughed at him.

"Yo, check out dis muh'phucker man...can you believe dis nicca, yo?" asked
one of the guys, a tall, dark, scary looking Blackman most people would
cross the street on rather than risk walking by.

"Naw man...I heard he used to be onea Duke's boiz..." said the other.

"Him??" asked number-one, looking Genuwine up and down. "What Duke need
with dis punk ass muh'phucker? They needed some girl puzy or sumthin?" he
laughed, before unexpectedly punching Genuwine in the gut.
	Genuwine doubled over, clinching his stomach as he discreetly
reached down into the leg of his pants and pulled a shank. "I'm gonna make
dis nicca suck muh dick!" said the bigger man, grabbing Genuwine's
collar. "And aft'a you finish suckin muh dick, I'mma make you suck muh bulz
dick too! What you think bout dat, bitch?!"

"I'll suck your dick, man..." said Genuwine, gripping his knife
tightly. "...as soon as you pick it up off the floor!" he added, quickly
stabbing him in the inner thigh (but aiming for his dick and balls).

"AARRRHHHHHHH!!!" screamed the inmate, punching Genuwine in the back of the
head.
	Genuwine shoved the man back into the wall, twisting the knife in
deeper.

"Fuck you, bitch!" he yelled, turning around to face the other
opponent. When dude came in to swing, Genuwine kicked him hard in the nuts,
causing him to crumble to his knees like an imploding building. Genuwine
returned back to the first guy, yanking his shank from his thigh. Genuwine
knew if he didn't kill these guys, they'd just catch him again and do worse
to him later. Genuwine placed the shank up to the man's throat, and
prepared to press it into his jugular, when the man started to beg for his
life.

"NO! NO dawg! We wasn't gonna kill you! Duke just wanted us to scare you!"

"What?" asked Genuwine, pulling the knife back.

"Duke man! He wanted us to scare you! Rough you up..., said maybe we could
get some booty out of it!" said the guy (no more than 18), holding his
bleeding thigh.

"Why would Duke do that?" asked Genuwine, doubting it was true.

"I dunno, man! Maybe you did something to him? Maybe he wanted you to came
crawling back to him? I dunno!!"
	Genuwine stood up, realizing he'd been set-up. These guys weren't
nothing but goons of Duke's, hired help he picked to do his dirty work. He
had nothing to fear from them. He turned away, tucking his knife back into
his pant leg as he continued on his way down the corridor. But instead of
going to his cell, he went in search for Marvin Rollins.

"Yo man!" he called, spotting him lifting weights in the weights room.

"What happened to you?" asked Marvin, doing a set of 50 reps with 200 lbs
weights. "You look like shit, man!"

"Forget that! What we gonna do about Duke?" he asked, eagerly. Marvin set
down his weights, pulling Genuwine away into a corner.

"Lower your fuckin voice!" he said, looking around. "You know Duke's got
ears everywhere!"

"When we gonna overthrow this nigga? He's getting too fuckin outta line!"
said Genuwine, --MADD as hell.

"What happened, dude?" asked Marvin, wondering what started a fire under
Gen's ass?

"He hired 2 drugged out muthafuckers to come after me! They just tried
to..., I don't know what they fuck they was gonna do to me...RAPE me or
something! I hadda stab their asses!"
	Marvin held back a chuckle, unable to picture Genuwine getting ass
fucked by crack heads.

"When or whatever we do...we have to plan it out man! We can't come
half-assed, or we'll get our own asses busted big-time!" warned Marvin.

"I hear you, man! I'm down for whatever you got in mind!"

Pt-6

	In Duke's jail cell, 40 yr old Duke Daniels was stands guard while
21 yr old Shaleem Davis (one of his new Prison-Girls) is getting banged by
one of Duke's clients. The man (a 29 yr old gang banger [gang member] with
half a dozen murders under his belt), was fucking Shaleem with total
disregard.
	Shaleem lay in his back dressed demeaning in women's stockings,
garter belt, and bra, getting his anus fucked royally as the man only known
as Dre fucks him frantically with his thick long appendage.

	Shaleem was (unwillingly) abducted into Duke's "girl" group, after
months of being forced to service his prison cellmates (Killer-Pete and
Wyome). Duke had heard about Shaleem's increasingly good abilities whenever
Pete and Wyome started bragging about the prison pussy they were fucking
every night. Shaleem had been incarcerated after accidentally killing his 1
yr old daughter while high on drugs. The penal system wasn't sympathetic to
the fact that he'd just lost his daughter, they sentenced him to the
maximum 10 yrs for his crime, --overlooking the more important need of
rehabilitation. As a result, Shaleem's none "street" demeanor and
dependence on narcotics, made him an easy target for the men looking to
turn him into a victim.
	It didn't take long before Shaleem was being held down against his
will, a hard dick being forcibly shoved up his unexpected backside. Shaleem
screamed for the guard's assistance, but quickly learned that the
nightshift rarely gets involved unless someone is unconscious, bleeding
profusely, and near death. After the first inmate finished using him
(leaving his sore hole leaking the remains of his attack), the second one
climbed on to take over. Shaleem was fucked on total 4 times that first
time. His cellmates fell asleep content and well drained, while Shaleem lay
crumbled and shaking with fear on the floor, his asshole bursting with
their reproductive sludge.

	Now he lay under another inmate, one he'd never seen before, but
whose reputation as well known about the blocks. Shaleem stared up into the
killer's angry facial expressions as he fucked him raw, slamming his dick
in and out of him without regard or emotion (other than lust). He pounded
into Shaleem as if angry at the world, taking out his full aggression on
Shaleem's poor body. Shaleem was grateful for Duke's presence, as some of
these inmates seemed more prone to violence than sex.
	When Dre grabbed Shaleem by the neck with his bare hand and started
squeezing, Shaleem thought Duke would intervene, but was shocked when he
allowed it. Dre's hand squeezed tighter the harder he fucked, ramming his
dick through him non-stop. When Shaleem felt his air supply cut off, he
grabbed at Dre's hand and tried to pry it off. Dre went ballistic and began
beating Shaleem about the face, punching him 5 times before his dick
exploded in Shaleem's ass. Shaleem was barely conscious with a bloody nose
when Dre finally pulled out, tossing Duke a pack of cigarettes as he
strolled out of the cell his big dick swinging dead outside his prison
pants.

"Damn...he really did some damage..." said Duke leaning in over the bed,
shoving 3 of his meaty fingers up Shaleem's anus. "...to that asshole!" he
added, snickering loudly as the next `John' came in as scheduled.

"He conscious?" asked the guy, taking off his clothes.

"Does it matter?" asked Duke.

"Not to me!" said the guy, climbing on the bed...

Pt-7

	19 yr old Emmett Greene and 32 yr old Rayomd Sherman (Amahd) were
lead by 43 yr old prison officer --Carl Peachtree, into the Guard's Private
Sleeping Quarters in the unpopulated section of the prison. Emmett was
promised to Peachtree by Duke as a freebee of sorts for favors rendered,
and Peachtree decided to make a party out of it with his partners –49 yr
old Reggie Reinhold, and their newest `badboy' recruit, --38 yr old
(newlywed) Darrin Daniels.
	Daniels was going through some marital problems with his new wife,
--mistakenly he chose officers Peachtree and Reinhold to confide in. They
convinced Darrin to join them in tricking rookie new-comer Andrew Roberts
into believing all new prison guards had to go through an anal gang-bang
for initiation, in order to truly be accepted by their co-workers. Andrew
(eager to fit in and be one of the boys) agreed, and allowed them to fuck
his mouth and ass willingly (chap-28, pt-1).

	Emmett was shocked to see 2 more prison guards waiting for him, he
was under the impression that only Peachtree was getting
serviced. "What...?" he asked, stopping at the door when he saw the extra
officers, thinking it might be a lynching.

"Get in there, whore!" said Peachtree, pushing Emmett forth, leaving
Raymond outside in the hall. Emmett stumbled forward, nearly tripping in
his heels and boa.

"Officer Daniels is having marital troubles..." announced Reinhold, his
uniform shirt open as he seemed a bit intoxicated. "...come in here and
make him forget his troubles!"

"Naw...naw...I'm okay fellas!" said Darrin, surprised by the unexpected
present (he too was intoxicated).

"Oh this bitch don't mind! Right bitch?" asked Peachtree, pushing Emmett
further. "Unless you want us to get you officer Andrews again...?" asked
Peachtree as an after thought.
	Darrin laughed (drunkenly), recalling how they made him help trick
Andrews into thinking getting fucked was an initiation.

"No...No, I'm kewl!" laughed Darrin.

"Well, you need something to take your mind off that nagging and
complaining you're going home to!" said Reinhold, as their shift had ended
and they were off the clock. "And I can't think of nothing better than some
high choice grade-A prison pussy!!"

"Here-here!!" agreed Peachtree, causing Darrin to laugh uncontrollably.

"No fellas, really..., I'll leave the `fudge-packing' to YOU guys!"
chuckled Darrin.
	Peachtree reached down in-between Darrin's legs, grabbing a hefty
handful of his crotch. Darrin sobered up quickly as the fingers began to
massage his soft manhood into something hard.

"You can't tell me you didn't like shoving this thing up Andrew's ass!"
said Peachtree, seriously. "I saw how hard you pounded his ass..., how
deeply you fucked him, and how hard you came when you did!"

"So..?" said Darrin, shoving Peachtree's hand from his crotch as he stood
up and stumbled sideways. "That don't mean I want to go around butt fucking
convicts like YOU guys do!" protested Darrin.

"No?" asked Peachtree. "Where else can you shove your fat dick up a guy's
ass and fuck him anyway you want to without him being able to bitch or
complain? What woman's gonna let you ram her asshole? Your wife?"

"Hell no!" sighed Darrin. "She'd rather see me castrated than to let me
fuck her in the ass!"

"So would my wife!" said Peachtree.

"My wife's asshole's as big as a house..." said Reinhold, missing the
point. "...but that's after 20 yrs of plunging it weekly, now I fuck the
inmates to feel something tight every once in a while!" he laughed.

"Whatever, I'm trying to make a point, here!" sighed Peachtree, turning
towards Emmett, who stood silently in the corner hoping to
disappear. Peachtree grabbed him by the arm and roughly shoved him to the
floor. "Look at this bitch..." he told Darrin. "...she ain't gonna refuse
your big dick if you shove it in her ass!" he said, as Darrin looked down
at the half dressed male-hooker. Emmett could see a definite bulge in
Darrin's pants as he contemplated Peachtree's words.
	Giving into lust and alcohol, Darrin stepped forth, pulling out his
hardon. Emmett knew his place, and didn't try to stop it when Darrin
presented it and pushed it between his painted lips.

"See..." smiled Peachtree, satisfied to have pulled Daniels deeper into
their clique. "...every whore knows her place!"

	Emmett said nothing about the insults being thrown his way. It was
hard, having come from the heart of the hood where he had to fight for
respect everyday. Unfortunately in prison, none of that means anything
unless you have someone to watch your back.
	Emmett was bitched from his first day in prison, taking in a prison
shower and raped by convicts against his will (chap-1, pt-2). From that
moment on, he was known as "pussy". No way would he be able to hold his
head up high, even after his release. Surely word had already gotten around
his West Philly neighborhood that he was turning up ass in prison. His life
and reputation was ruined. All he had left was survival, and to do that, he
had to do whatever bidding his Master Duke Daniels told him to!

	Emmett sucked down Darrin's dick as he was taught by the various
inmates that had fucked his mouth since his arrival to Piedmont. Darrin
watched in awe as his dick was sucked and swallowed expertly down to the
root, his entire 8 inch shaft completely lodged down the convict's
clinching throat.
	Peachtree reached down and roughly shoved 2 big meaty fingers up
Emmett's greased hole. The pussy was well lubed, probably already clogged
with cum –he thinks. He stands up and pulls his 8 and 1/2 inch erection
free from his uniform. He yanks Emmett's mouth off of Darrin's dick, and
shoved it onto his own. Darrin watches as Peachtree pulls Emmett into doggy
position. Darrin stands there watching for a few minutes, envious as
Peachtree's dick is swallowed up by the convict/hooker. Envious until he
realizes in this new position, the convict's ass is available for fucking.

	Darrin falls to his knees behind Emmett's ass, his hard dick eager
to be crammed into the convict's tight hole. He clumsily aims his dick up
to the greased cave, and shoves. His dick sinks into easily, the path well
dug by the inmates who'd cum before him.
	Emmett felt his body being invaded at both ends. Peachtree trying
purposely to choke him on his 8 and 1/2 inch dong, but unable to as Emmett
had to learn early on how to deep throat or choke to death by the
inconsiderate inmates who'd used him first. His asshole feels officer
Darrin's 8 inch dick moving back and forth, but Emmett is not in pain, as
he was once pounded nightly by Marvin Rollins' 10 inch Amazon dick. Never a
fan of Marvin's intense poundings, he is now grateful for them as they were
a major part at helping to open his ass up for all the dicks to come.

	Darrin thrust back and forth into Emmett's ass, his hips sending
his dick deep 8 inches into the man's rectum. Emmett's innards was so slick
and wet that Darrin's dick felt like it was sliding through a tube of warm
pudding. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked his wife like this,
--just feeling her wrapped around his dick without arguing and fighting. He
humped harder, ramming his dick deeper into the well until he felt his
balls tighten. Seconds later he yelled aloud and was shooting his semen
well deep inside Emmett's ass.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming, man! I'm...!! AAHHHHH!!" groaned
Darrin.
	After pulling his dick free, Reinhold took his place, pulling
Emmett up until he was bending over Peachtree (who was now sitting on one
of the beds), sucking his dick like a champion vacuum. Reinhold aimed his
thick fat 9 inch dick up to Emmett's hole, and thrust all the way in with
one shove, --Emmett grunted, but took the officer's cock like the champion
whore he'd become. Reinhold churned his meaty manhood around in the whore's
hole, feeling the many loads coating his man-piece before pulling back to
see the drippings dribble down off his fat shinny shaft. Then he rammed
forward again, re-burying his manhood into the deep dark man-cave on
everyone's hit list.

	Peachtree had a hold of Emmett's head, pumping it up and down by
force as he fed the dick sucker's throat every inch he had to offer. "Yeah
you nasty bitch...work them pretty lips up and down my dick!" he
encouraged, holding Emmett's face into his groin to churn his dick down
into his contracting throat muscles.
	If Emmett learned anything during his stay in prison, it was how to
get a man off. He held onto Peachtree's waist and fucked his own mouth up
and down that shinny shaft, rotating his ass and tightening his fuck-hole
around Reinhold's meat as Duke taught him. Soon he had both men groaning
like teenagers, their throbbing dicks threatening to loose their loads much
quicker than they anticipated.

	Peachtree was the first too blow, his dick had been getting sucked
for 30 minutes straight before his balls were ready to part with its
cargo. Emmett knew by the way Peachtree's dick thickened in his mouth, that
he was about to lose it. A few second's later Peachtree was holding his
head all the way down on his dick, his MAN jumping and spitting load after
thick heavy load of middle-aged ball juice straight down into his throat.
	Emmett accepted the nectar, used to men cumming (and pissing) down
his gullet in the last 5 months. Reinhold was still pumping into his ass
when he started to milk the dick with his sphincter muscles. Reinhold went
crazy, thrusting his dick through the man's body like a battering ram. In
moments he too was cumming geysers of sperm deep into Emmett's depths.

	All 3 officers lay back on individual beds, their dicks laid out in
various states of rest as Emmett climbed back up to his high heeled feet
and adjusted his outfit. "You done yet?" asked Raymond (Amahd), peering his
head in from the hall.
	Emmett looked around at the exhausted officers who all could only
groan in drunken, sleepy, non-legible grunts.

"I guess so!" said Emmett smiling and he turned and walked out with
Raymond.

"Good..., cuz Duke has another `John' for you!" he said, leading them
towards the guard's post.

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DOGG