Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2007 17:31:29 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-4

	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/4
TEMPEST

Pt-1

	For most inmates, life outside Piedmont Penitentiary seems only a
long ago faded dream. For Muhammad Shaeed (formally known as Derek Bright),
life started the day he stepped foot in prison. As a destitute druggie with
no hope and no future, he turned to robbery to support his habits. He was
convicted at 28 for the accidental murder of another crack head, who tried
to cheat him out of his cut of the drugs they purchased together. That was
14 years ago. Now 42, Derek his now known as "Muhammad", -originally he
changed his religious background solely for security, as the Muslims in
prison protected each other from the harsh realities of daily life behind
bars. Muhammad saw what happened to men who didn't join the religion. After
awhile, he found a purpose in the Quran, and in meditation. Funny how his
life had no meaning when he was free, nut found purpose once incarcerated.
	Now after 14 years in Piedmont, Muhammad is known as one of the
leading forces behind its walls. With a following of more than 30 percent
of the prison population, he is also one of the most powerful.

	Muhammad kneels on his Prayer Rug, praying in the corner of his
cell just as he does the same time everyday. The Muslim faith has given him
direction, meaning, and an outlook unlike any drug he'd ever consumed. He
chanted a regimen of peace, faith, love, and understanding, -hoping to
empower himself even more against the forces of indifference. After 10
minutes of meditation, he stands, folds his rug, and starts his daily
routine.
	Part of that routine is recruiting new applicants. He and his men
walk the prison yard, looking for new faces. Sometimes they clash with men
from rival gangs who are also looking for recruits, as well as
victims. Muhammad saw one familiar face whom he'd been trying to talk to
for some time now, -28 yr old Nakia Dawson.

	Nakia stood along the fence of the yard, away from other inmates in
seclusion. Muhammad and his closest aid (Abdul) walked up to the lone
inmate. Nakia looked stressed when the 2 Muslims walked up, wanting to
talk. Duke (Nakia's cellmate) ordered Nakia to "keep away from niggas", he
insisted if he found Nakia talking to or giving his "cell pussy" up to
another inmate, he'd KILL him -dead. Of course Nakia took Duke's word
literally, as he'd already broken Nakia's arm for simply not sucking his
dick fast enough (chap-2). Muhammad saw the look of panic in Nakia's eyes
as they approached.

"Brother Dawson..., right?" asked Muhammad, holding the Quran in his
hands. Nakia looked around, searching the grounds for Duke.

"I...I can't talk to right now..." he said, trying to walk away.

"Hold on now, my brother..., we just trying to talk, to spread the word of
Ali. Surely you've got a minute to spare for your own salvation?" reasoned
Muhammad.

"I...can't! I..., was told not to talk to you..." said Nakia, timidly.

"Not to talk to us?" asked Muhammad, looking back at his partner. "Who told
you that?"

"I DID!" --said Duke, walking up behind the men. Muhammad and Abdul turned
around. Duke walked up between them, standing near a petrified Nakia as he
draped one of his huge muscled arms around his shoulders. "Problem?"

"We were just talking to the man, -Duke." --said Muhammad, respectfully.

"Well I believe the...MAN, said he was told not to!" --said Duke, tightening
his arm about Nakia's neck to show ownership and dominance.

"You can't tell us who we can and can talk to." -said Muhammad.

"Is that so?" asked Duke. Abdul braced himself for a possible physical
encounter, but Duke resigned from fighting. "Listen to this..." he said
instead, pulling Nakia's head closer. "...you wanna talk to these nigga's,
bitch?" Nakia looked at Muhammad and Abdul and shook his head...

"No." he answered, weakly.

"See. No business for you here, mr religious man! Go peddle yur shit
somewhere else!" --said Duke, sternly. Abdul stepped forward, but was
quickly stopped by Muhammad.

"It's not worth it..., not here." --he advised before leading Abdul away.

"Yeah! Go on, mother fuckers! Take yur limp sorry asses to the other side
of the yard!" --shouted Duke, flexing his muscles. After Muhammad and Abdul
walked away, Duke turned back towards Nakia. "What I tell you about talking
to mother fuckers, eh?"

"I...did'n..." whispered Nakia, frightened.

"Yeah, I know..." said Duke, looking over his shoulders for the
guards. "Here..., suck this for me real quick!" he said, pulling out his
dick. Nakia looked around the prison yard, men were milling around minding
their business. Nakia knew if he didn't do what Duke ordered, he could very
well end up in the infirmary again. Reluctantly he fell to his knees, as
Duke's big dick flopped out into the open. He closed his eyes and opened
his mouth, then leaned forward and took it into his mouth. "Yeah, bitch...,
suck yur man's dick!"
	Nakia sucked Duke's dick right there in the prison courtyard with
over 4 dozen inmates milling about. It didn't take long for the men to
notice what was going on. "Yo, look..., Duke's got another one!" someone
yelled. Men began to gather around -inconspicuously, watching Nakia work
his mouth back and forth on the older, meaner man's thick dick.

"That's it bitch, watch those teeth! Take it deeper! Yeah, just like that!
Bitch gives good head, Yo!" --encouraged Duke, enticing the onlookers.
	Nakia felt a little piece of himself die as his manhood was punked
in front of everyone. There was no doubt his status around the prison would
differently change. No man could hold his head high and be considered a
dick-sucker. Most guys would consider suicide before being put in such a
dilemma, but Nakia didn't want to die. He worked his mouth up and down the
hard fat shaft, sucking his way along the thick length as he tried to get
Duke off as quickly as possible. Duke grabbed him by the head, and began
fucking his face harder. Nakia could hear the vile comments of the other
inmates as he was being face fucked, men rubbed the front of their dick
bulges, commenting on Nakia's skills. Duke made sure to advertise them by
fucking Nakia's throat deeply, he made the 28 yr old deep throat him
repeatedly, before finally dumping a thick load of convict cum down into
his aching throat. The men cheered and applauded when Duke forced his load
into the kneeling man's stomach. When they started requesting turns, Duke
pulled his dick from Nakia's mouth and began taking orders. "5 dollars a
head, 10 to fuck!"


Pt-2
	The Rodriguez brother (Raul, Carlos, and David) all convened in
their cell. Oldest brother Raul, had found his little brother David in a
compromising position with another inmate. David Rodriguez is gay (much to
the dismay of his family), -he was found (by his brother Raul) bending over
in a prison stairwell, giving up the ass to another guy. Raul got so
furious from watching his little brother get "punked", that he and his
middle sibling (Carlos) both butt fucked David's co-conspirator (Alex
Sanchez), after ordering David back to their cell (chap-2). David sat in
the cell, awaiting his brothers and fearing for Alex's life. Raul was known
for his hot Hispanic temper, -David hoped he didn't do something bad to
Alex, as David was just starting to really like him.
	It was about 20 minutes after they were discovered, that both Raul
and Carlos walked into their cell.

"What happened? Where's Alex?" asked David, noticeably concerned.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" yelled Raul, pulling down a
bed sheet over the prison bars to their cell, -for privacy. David saw the
look of intensity in his brother's eyes. "Bending over for some mother
fucker? You know WE have a reputation to live up to in this place! Dad
worked hard to insure our legacy around the hood! We can't let it be
tarnished by you whoring around with some faggot mother fucker!"

"Alex is NOT gay! I am!" screamed David, receiving a stern slap across his
face.

"No you're not! None of the Rodriguez brothers are gay! We're MEN! We don't
punk for no one!" --insisted Raul. "If anything..., -THEY punk for US!!"

"I'm not a whore..." said David, holding his stinging cheek as tears
started to fill his eyes. "I'm not like you! I don't live to impregnate
women and torment men into following me! I LIKE being gay! I am what I am,
and no matter how hard you deny it, or how many of my boyfriends you beat
up and murder to keep my secret, -I'm STILL gonna be gay!"
	Raul felt the anger in him boil as his eyes turned red with
heat. But a second later, he started to realize that his brother's words
were true. No matter how many time Raul and Carlos beat David as kids (to
toughen him up), or how many of his neighborhood sex buddies they tortured
to never see him again or speak of his sexual acts in public, -David turned
out to be gay anyway. Raul took a deep breath, calming himself down.

"So..., Alex is your boyfriend?" he asked, gingerly.

"I...well, I...didn't say that..." stammered David, not knowing where Raul
was going with this.

"You said you like him? You let him fuck you? He's your man?"" --clarified
Raul. David hunched his shoulder, unsure how to answer. Sure he liked Alex,
but David knew Alex was straight, he'd never contend with labeling himself
another man's boyfriend.

"Yeah, I like him..., I let him fuck me." --admitted David.

"Then its all set. You can be gay..., but I don't want you spreading your
ass for all the inmates in here..., I don't want word getting out that any
of Romero Rodriguez's boys'r faggots! So if you want to keep fucking around
with men..., it's gonna have to be with ONE nigga, -Alex!" David's eyebrows
rose.

"Are you..., giving me permission...?" asked David, astonished by his
brother's generosity. Raul paced the floor...

"I don't like the idea of anyone running up IN my brother..., but if that's
the way you are, then I'm gonna have to just live with it. But I don't want
you whoring around with a bunch of different niggas! I don't want half the
prison talking about how they fucked you and make you scream like a lil'
bitch!"

"I don't think it's gonna be that easy, Raul. I can't just walk up to Alex
and order him to be my boyfriend..." --explained David.

"Believe..., given the alternative, he'll commit to it." --promised Raul.

"I don't want a boyfriend you had to threaten to like me! I want one
because we like each other!" --complained David.

"You already said he was straight!" --reminded Raul. "What straight guy's
gonna commit to being another man's man if he being forced to?"

"But I don't want..."

"Look..., either you get with Alex, or you stop fucking around all
together! I'm not having MY reputation ruined because YOU can't get your
act together! Which is it?" yelled Raul, demanding an answer.

"Okay..., I'll pick Alex." --said David, stoically.

"Good. Then it's set. I'll talk to Alex." --said Raul, easing the tension
between him and his brother. He pulled David into a hug, resting his
younger brother's head on his shoulder. "I apologize for hitting you." -he
whispered in a low caring voice, so no one would hear.


Pt-3
	For months the news media swirled around the hot allegations of
department corruption, bad cops, illegal drug deals, a crocked mayor with a
gay sex scandal, and a lone dealer named Tempest Williams.
	Tempest was captured by the FBI in an undercover sting and sent to
a state prison after a lengthy trial. During his wait to be extradited,
Tempest told reporters that he was "touched by god", and that he was not
afraid of "man made laws". This fed a news frenzy as reporters turned him
into a celebrity. Tempest's extradite to prison was highly anticipated, but
no one anticipated his arrival more than prison warden --Dennis Ellis.

	Ellis sat behind his desk, watching the live news reports of
Tempest's police escort to Piedmont Penitentiary. Ellis tightened his top
lips as he watch helicopter footage along with several hundred thousand
news watchers, as Tempest's escort drove slowly down route-1 towards Valley
Forge.
	Under the table, servicing Ellis' 8 inch hood dick, was 48 yr old
Rocky Peterson, a married man convicted of manslaughter for murdering his
wife's lover after walking in on them in bed together. Reported (according
to court records) Rocky snapped, killing his wife's lover with the jagged
edge of a broken vase. Rocky's wife was so distraught over what happened,
that she promised to stay by his side and watch for him when he was
released from prison. That was nearly 15 years ago. Now Rocky's parole date
was coming up soon, and he'd be able to get back to his wife and kids.

	Rocky thought happy thoughts as he bobbed his head in warden Ellis'
lap. He took the thick fat 8 inch pole between his lips and into his throat
over and over. He'd been sucking Ellis since he entered his office nearly
25 minutes ago. Ellis wasn't a quick cummer, he loved getting his dick
sucked, and Rocky had learned well how to please him over the years. Rocky
swallowed Ellis' dick down to the hairy black balls. Ellis loved having his
meat swallowed, feeling his dick squeeze into the velvety interior of a
man's throat.
	Ellis preferred women, but was not above fucking the hot mouth of
someone of the same sex whenever given the opportunity. For warden Ellis,
over 30 years ago, when he first joined the police force as a rookie
officer. Back then it was much harder for blacks on the force, white cops
took offense and didn't want to ride with black officers. Ellis recalled
times when his personal locker at work was ransacked or spray painted with
racial slogans. Ellis took a mental beating in those times, -more than once
he thought of quitting, but was always talked out of it by another rookie
cop by the name of --David McConnell. McConnell was a half breed, a mulatto
with a white mother and a black father. Like Ellis, he had it rough, though
not as rough as the darker skinned Ellis, -whites always treated the fairer
skinned blacks like the "house niggers" as opposed to the darker skinned
ones who got the nastiest treatment. Ellis and McConnell became good
friends on the force, watching each other's backs and even hanging out
together whenever time or family obligations permitted. Their tight
friendship dissipated when Ellis left the police force to work in the
corrections institution, McConnell continued on to become a police Captain
on the force (see Precinct-23 for details).

	Rocky knew by the stiffness in warden Ellis' legs, and the thick
throb of his potent dick, that Ellis was getting very close to
cumming. Rocky worked his lips up and down the thick column of human flesh,
lavishing the length with the soft gentle caress of his mouth. Over the
years he's learned to give the Warden just the kind of blow job he
loves. Ellis' wife refused to ravish over his impending hardons for this
long, unwilling to do whatever it took to get her husband off, but Rocky
Peterson (Warden Ellis' trusty oral assistant) did whatever was
required. He labored over Ellis' erection, bobbing his head up and down as
his mouth and throat filled with the mass of human meat over and over, -his
thick wet spit dripping down the sides of the slick dick to soak into
Ellis' crotch hair and balls.

	Ellis felt his loins starting to over heat as his dick pulsed with
life. He loosened the tie around his neck as his breathing doubled. Beads
of sweat broke out on his brow as he leaned back in his leather chair and
spread his legs wider. Rocky's mouth moved slickly up and down the girth of
Ellis' expanding appendage, his tongue danced along the belly of the cum
tube, tickling the smooth surface as Ellis' dick started to jump and jerk
in his mouth.

"Swallow it convict!" moaned Ellis, shoving the back of Rocky's head down
until his thick lips wrapped snugly around the base of his prick. Ellis
threw back his head and groaned aloud as his dick pulsed out several long
shots of salty semen straight down the throat of the inmate.
	Rocky gulped as the cum poured down his throat, straight into his
stomach. Ellis ground the man's head down around his crotch, churning his
erupting tool around in his convulsing throat. He loosened his hold on
Rocky's head, allowing him to slowly drag his lips up around the thick bulk
of the pulsating tool. He sucked tenderly on the head, feeling the last
spurts of orgasm ooze onto his tongue. He swallowed them quickly, tasting
the salt compound in the liquid. After a few minutes of recoup time, Ellis
let Rock remove his mouth and climb to his feet. "You're dismissed for the
day." -said Ellis nonchalantly, as he tucked away his dick and fixed his
tie. Rocky adjusted his bulging crotch, trying to conceal his hardon. It
was obvious that sucking Ellis' dick all this time had finally affected him
in ways he hadn't seen coming. Rocky turned and walked out of Ellis'
office, saying goodbye to the prison secretary with the taste of the
warden's cum in his mouth.


Pt-4
	Outside the prison, the caravan escorting prisoner Tempest Williams
to his new residence, pulls up to the first prison check point. They passed
through into prison property, then drive around to the unloading area where
Tempest and other inmates were lead off of the prison bus, and into the
side entrance for due-process.
	Shackled by the hands and feet, Tempest hobbled along until well
inside the prison walls. It was there that he was separated from the rest
of the new inmates, then strip searched and placed in metal
restraints. Warden Dennis Ellis walked into the private room they stored
Tempest in, unable to move from his imprisonment. 2 guards stood on either
side of him, insuring his immobility as the warden came close.

"ah..., the infamous Tempest Williams. I presume?" he smirked, a lit cigar
hanging from between his thick ethnic lips. Tempest looked the black man up
and down with a cold stare.

"Who the fuck'r you?" he asked, with total attitude.

"I'm...your new father for as long as your ignorant ass is here!" swore
Ellis, taking an instant disliking to the young drug dealer. Tempest
snickered, rolling his head disrespectfully. "Did I say something funny?"
asked Ellis, getting angry. Tempest looked the older man in the eye and
sucked his teeth.

"If you my daddy...you one UGLY motherfucker!!" laughed Tempest. Ellis
smirked, chewing on the cigar in his mouth. He looked over the 2 guards
standing near, then gut punched him in the kidneys. Tempest's body jerked
forward as the air quickly ran from his lungs. He choked in some much
needed air, laughing on the intake.

"Still think I'm funny?" asked Ellis, rubbing his huge knuckles.

"You think you bad?" asked Tempest, gasping for breath. "You ain't shit, so
long as I'm tied up here with your boyfriends standing guard!"

"So you think you could take me if I cut you loose?" asked Ellis,
temptingly.

"Try it and see." -suggested Tempest. Ellis looked over at his 2 guards,
then smiled.

"I'm tempted to see just what you can do, young man..., -I've seen and read
all the news clips available on you, and from what I could ascertain,
you're supposed to be one tough little piece of shit!" --joked Ellis. "But
that's in the REAL WORLD. You're in MY WORLD now. And in MY world, you just
a piss ant little pussy looking for its first dick!"

"Let me guess..., you're the biggest dick?" chuckled Tempest.

"I'm the ONLY dick where it counts!" corrected Ellis, grabbing his hefty
handful of meaty crotch.

"You don't scare me, Warden..., I've been beaten up, fucked, and threatened
by cops, corrections officers, drug lords, bullies, and pimps --all my life!
Your own boyz here already anal raped me for narcotic, and ain't find
nothing but shit! What makes you think I'm scared of what YOU got in your
pants?" --laughed Tempest, having grown up in the legal system (adoption and
juvey hall) all his life.

"It's not what's in my pants that should have you worried..." -said Ellis,
signaling for the items he had sent for. Tempest turned his head to see who
came into the room now. There was another prison guard, carrying what
looked like a can of LARD. Another officer pulled out a pair of rubber
gloves, then fitted them over Ellis' huge hands. Tempest's eyes widened
when he put 2 and 2 together. "...it's what's in my hands!"
	Tempest pulled at the restraints as Ellis and the guards began
laughing at him. Ellis had Tempest spun around, facing away from him. Then
he bent down behind the well known drug dealer, and ran his gloved hands
over his taut ass cheeks.

"What the fuck you up to Warden??" asked Tempest, worried for the first
time. Ellis place his thumbs in the slick anal crack, then pulled them
apart like two melons.

"Looks like my men had it out with you!" --whistled Ellis, taunting Tempest
purposely.
	Ellis was surprised to see Tempest's (one of Philly's most ruthless
drug dealers) asshole in such manner. It was obvious upon first look that
Tempest's hole had seen its fair share of wars by the size of his anal
ring. Records report that Tempest was molested in boarding homes and
orphanages at a tender age, -the deaths of his hooker mother and
grandmother must have weighed a heavy toll on his young mind (all told in
Precinct-23 #3). Ellis couldn't help wondering how Tempest might have
turned out differently had his mother or grandmother had lived, -would he
still be the ruthless tyrant he was now had he had just a little more love
in his life? Who knows? Ellis didn't really care. The man standing shackled
before him now, was far from innocent. Ellis dipped his massive fist in the
tub of lard the officer provided, then began smearing the contents along
Tempest's bare crack.

	Tempest squirmed against the restraints, but didn't beg. He was too
proud to beg another man for anything. He simply threatened every cop in
the room with the brutal deaths of their loved ones if they didn't get him
out of here! Ellis and the guards ignored Tempest's threats, citing them
the last pleas of a fallen man with no future. Ellis worked 2 of his
largest fingers up into Tempest's hole. The cum the guards had shot into
him while searching his body cavities for narcotics, was already starting
to run out of the swollen relaxed anal lips.
	Ellis jammed his fingers up into Tempest's ass all the way, -he
rose up on his tip-toes to escape the violation, but he soon felt them deep
up in him nevertheless.

	Ellis worked his fingers back and forth, slowly massaging them in
and out to stretch the hole wider. The other guards stood around watching,
having seen Ellis do this on prisoners before. They knew some inmates (and
visitors) try to smuggle in drugs and weapons through their assholes,
figuring no one would by the wiser. Unfortunately for some of them, the
anal searches sometimes need a deeper probing than the average finger can
provide. For those inmates and visitors, they are usually forced over
(unwillingly) and fucked up the ass by one or more of the guards searching
for illegal contents.
	Tempest was one such inmate who was thoroughly anal checked before
leaving the Round-House (Police Headquarters in Phila), and then searched
and fucked again here at the prison. Ellis had several fingers up inside
Tempest's ass now, wedging in a forth, and then a fifth inside as
well. Tempest grit his teeth when he felt the fist trying to work its way
in.

"Mother fucker!! You're dead! DEAD!!" he screamed, feeling Ellis' knuckles
push pass his stretching ring. Ellis thrust upward, burying his hand inside
the anus. But Ellis didn't stop there, he pushed and pushed until his hand
inched through the rectum, deep inside the colon. Tempest felt the pressure
building inside of him, the pain rippling through his bottom was
excruciating. With one final thrust, Ellis punched his fist deep into
Temp's intestines, causing him to pass out temporarily. When he finally
withdrew, his wrist and hand was covered in a coat of shit.

"Told you he had nothing in there, Warden..." informed one of the
guards. "...we fucked him 3 times, if he'd had anything inside, we'd have
felt it!"

"Is that right?" asked Ellis, walking over to the metal sinks off to the
side of the examine room. He turned on the faucet, then washed his dirty
gloved hand. The guards watched in amazement when Ellis revealed a handful
of bloated balloons in the palm of his hand. "Then what's this?"

"uh..." responded the guards.

"If he swallowed these balloons orally, it'll take time to course through
his system. Fucking him would only irritate him, but it wouldn't reveal
what he was hiding in his stomach." --explained Ellis, taking off the gloves
to dispose of them in the trash before walking over to a nearby table to
examine the balloons contents.

"What is it??" asked the guard, curiously. Ellis pulled a small switchblade
from his pocket, and sliced a small cut in one of the balloons. He dipped
his finger into the hole, then touched it up to his tongue.

"It's that street garbage he was pushing before he got caught..., that so
called "Sextasy" drug that's been causing a rise in sex related crimes! I
don't need this shit in my prison, causing riots and in-fighting! Get rid
of it!" yelled Ellis, tossing the balloons to the guard.

"What about him?" asked the guard, referring to Tempest, still hanging from
the shackles that held him.

"Feed him to the Aryans..., with any luck, they'll kill his black ass and
save us the trouble!"