Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2007 17:53:45 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole -48

	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/48
SECRETS, LIES, AND EXORCISMS

Pt-1

	26 yr old Raul Rodriguez lays on a small cot in Solitary
Confinement, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating his life to
date. Unaware of time, he hears the cell doors unlock as the bright lights
of the hall come looming in on him. He shields his eyes from the hateful
glare as he peer through his fingers to see who has come to visit.

"Raul Rodriguez..., you're free to go." said the voice of one of the
guards.

"It's 24 hours already?" asked Raul, getting up off the bunk as he heads
for the door.

	Back in population, 24 yr old Marcellus Vasquez waits impatiently
for Raul's return. His excitement mounts when he sees his `man' coming in
the distance. The prison guard unlocks the gate allowing Raul back into
population where Marcellus is practically waiting with open arms.

"How was your night?" he asked, following beside Raul as he headed towards
the cafeteria for breakfast chow.

"Fucked!" explained Raul in a word.

"I bet!" said Marcellus, trying to be casual but looking more like a love
sick puppy. "With no one to take care of that dick for you, I bet you're in
real need of some head right now, eh? If not something more?" he asked (or
better yet, hoped).

"Not really..." said Raul. "...I just wanna grab some grub and get back to
business!" he added, giving Marcellus the brush off.

Pt-2

	As usual the breakfast line was long as inmates pile in for the
first meal of the day. Segregated by choice (the Aryans on one side, the
Puerto-ricans on another, and the Blacks on yet another), Raul sits with
his own kind as head of his table next to his brother Carlos.
	During breakfast Carlos fills Raul in on the secret meeting of the
Cartel he missed while in Confinement. He spoke of the deal they made as
Block leaders, and the new shipment of drugs slighted to enter the prison
any day now. While discussing the Cartel meeting, Carlos informed his
brother about the orgy they had after.

"Orgy...?" asked Raul, never recalling one when he was in control with Duke
and Sarge.

"Yea..., Axe –that's the new Aryan boi, asked each Block head to pick a
whore from our block for the others to fuck in good faith!"

"Who did you pick?" asked Raul, curiously.

"Well..., Genuwine got this big baldhead number that resembled a mini-Duke
named T-Bo, Axe got that biker guy that used to run with Sarge named Snake,
and I got Marcellus!"

"Marcellus...??" asked Raul, nearly dropping his spoon.

"Yea man, and he was GOOD too! Took two guys on at once, made both of them
nut in him! He's a real player, dawg..., we should've been tapping that ass
a long time ago!" said Carlos, going on to explain how he and Roc fucked
T-Bo, Pablo and Marvin fucked Snake, and Axe and Genuwine fucked
Marcellus. Raul got even madder when he realized Genuwine's name mentioned
in yet another botched relationship of his. He grit his teeth angrily as he
sat and listened to the entire story blow by nasty blow.

	Not far away Malik Jones was standing Guard over the breakfast
rush. He paced the floor slowly, watching for violence or weapons not
permitted in the area. Casually he walked over to officer Darrin Daniels
and stood beside him. The two struck up a polite conversation where they
shared in occasional laughter. From his table a few yards away, prison
inmate Marvin Rollins sat watching Malik's every move. His eyes narrowing
as he witness the not so harmless flirting before his eyes. Anger quickly
built in him as he became jealous, fighting the urge to run over there and
crack skullz.

Pt-3

	52 yr old prison Warden Dennis Ellis sits behind his desk looking
at his watch. He'd only been there a good 15 minutes when he looked down at
the Aryan white boy kneeling between his legs. 35 yr old Rick McDoogle was
busy bobbing his head up and down, swallowing Ellis' big 8 inch fat uncut
cock as if there was no tomorrow.
	Ellis came in with a hardon, Rick was sitting there in his waiting
room right on time. With a stale "hello" to his trusted secretary (Sally),
he motioned for Rick in his office and dropped his draws. Rick had already
managed one load out of Ellis' sausage, and was now working on seconds.

	Ellis sat back, his tie loose around his thick neck as he watched
the skinny white boy suck his dick like a pro. Rick took the fat black cock
into his throat over and over, loving the way it filled his throat
completely as his pointy nose nestled in Ellis' pubic bush. McDoogle
breathed in deeply every time his nose was buried, loving the smell of the
big black man's body with his dick lodged in his throat.
	Slowly McDoogle would rise his head, dragging his thin lips up the
fat girth before suckling wildly on the swollen head for nectar.

	Ellis lay back and enjoy the perks his position had to offer. As
Warden of an all male prison, he had his practical pick of men willing to
whore themselves for just the slightest slice of freedom from behind the
gates: free cigarettes, air conditioning, candy sweets, chocolates, cable
TV, and other treats make sucking the Warden's dick once or twice a day
well worth the escape.
	Rick sucked Ellis' thick dark column as he hungrily slurped the fat
glands like a gluten. Ellis was impressed by Rick's tenacity as he gobbled
up the hard dick like candy. After another 20 minutes of straight
uninterrupted sucking, Ellis felt his bloated balls tighten as his dick
swelled thicker and started hosing round after round of thick rich seed
into Rick's numb throat. The hot cum was soothing to his sore throat
muscles as he sucked and swallowed everything the Warden had to offer.

"That's enough..." said Ellis, pushing Rick's head away. Rick sat back on
his heels, licking his swollen lips as he hungered for more of the Warden's
cum. Rick watched sorrowfully as Ellis tucked away his shrinking meat and
began straightening his clothes. "You're dismissed!" he said, as Rick got
up off the floor and headed for the door.
	In the waiting room was 39 yr old Abdul Shabott, waiting to see the
Warden. "Come in, Abdul!" called Ellis from his seat. Rick stared Abdul up
and down jealously as the two men passed in the doorway. Rick wondered if
Abdul was Ellis' next dick sucking appointment? "Close the Door!" ordered
Ellis.

"You wanted to see me?" asked Abdul, shutting the door in Rick's face.

"I got a visit from your boyfriend, --Muhammad!" said Ellis, sternly. Abdul
felt a shiver run up his spine. "Remember the deal we had...?" (chap-36,
pt-1). "...you're supposed to be keeping Muhammad out of my hair, yet here
he is causing ripples about the new religion I allowed to set up shop!"

"I...I'll talk to him...!" said Abdul, nervously.

"You'd better!" warned Ellis. "I won't have a repeat of the Inquire
incident! I won't have inmates writing to editors complaining about things
in MY prison! If you can't get Muhammad to drop his pursuits, I'll have to
do it myself..., MY way!"

"I...I...I will...!" stammered Abdul, frightened of Ellis' tactics.

Pt-4

	Returning from breakfast, Roc (Malecee Cortez) walks back towards
A-Block through one of the many prison corridors. Malecee knows the prison
is usually teeming from overflow, but notices that the hall is eerily empty
today. Sensing danger, he ventures forth cautiously. Midway through the
corridor walks in Cross, a 6 foot 4 inch tall bald white man resembling Mr
Clean. With him is Lucus `Luke' Murphy and Moe `Hammer' Stanley.
	Malecee hesitates as Cross ventures forward. Behind Malecee are two
more Aryans: Rally and Cody (last seen in chap-6, pt-3).

"Five against one..." said Malecee aloud as the men closed in
slowly. "...hardly seems fair..."

"Fair?" asked Luke, still slighted about being passed up in rank for Aryan
leader (chap-46, pt-3). "Is it fair that YOU walk up in here out of nowhere
and get picked for a position we're all more suited for?"

"That's an issue you should be taking up with Axe." said Malecee.

"We're takin' it up with you!" said Cross, standing head and shoulders over
the others.

"Yeah..., we all wanna see what kinda balls you got!" said Hammer, grabbing
his package suggestively.
	Malecee looked around, seeing the tension in the men's eyes as they
enclosed the gap in around him.

"Look fellas..., lets just talk this through..." offered Malecee, throwing
up his hands defensively.

"Fuck that!!" said Cody, running up to punch Roc.
	Malecee blocked Cody's punch with his left arm, then socked him
hard across the jaw with his right. Cody fell to the ground like a sack of
bricks as Malecee quickly turned and kicked Cross in the groin. Cross lets
out a yip as he clutches his nuts painfully. Hammer, Luke, and Rally rushed
in at once, each throwing punches wildly, even hitting each other in the
process. Malecee fought back valiantly, swinging blindly with all the force
his 5 foot 10 inch medium muscular body could muster. Trained by the Police
Academy for just such emergencies, he manages to beat each inmate
eventually. While Malecee pounded Hammer's face, Luke jumped on his back
only to be body slammed backwards into a wall. 5 minutes after the fight
started, it ended with all five Aryans lying scattered on the
ground. Malecee staggered off, holding his bruised ribs as he made his way
back to A-Block.
	In the wings stood Morgan `Axe' Holloway, having set up the whole
scene.

Pt-5

	In the Chapel, David Rodriguez awaited his first cleansing as a
full fledged member of the Brotherhood. Dressed in a long gray robe, he
escorted his first inmate into one of the tiny room and drew the drape for
privacy.
	The inmate in question was Aryan member Steve Rupert, convicted of
far too many crimes to list. He watched and waited for the annoying
foreplay (prayer) to end. He'd been to the chapel for "cleansings" everyday
since the Chapel opened. He stood there stroking his 8 inch hardon while
waiting for the prayer to end. David circled him several times as he
muttered the prayer before kneeling down before him. Seeing the hard white
cock standing full length before him, he removed his hood and leaned in and
took the hard dick into his mouth.

"Bout fuckin' time!" snarls Steve, grabbing David's head as he started to
roughly fuck his face.
	David struggled to keep up with the thrusts as Steve's thick 8 inch
cock pierced his throat and stretched his neck muscles. He fought to relax
his throat as the cock fucked deep into his oral cavity.

"Take that fuckin' cock, you fuckin' spic trash! Yeh! Yeh..., open that
throat boy! Eat that white cock! Take it all! Choke on my cum!!" ordered
Steve, his hairy balls slapping repeatedly against David's smooth chin as
his cock pummeled nothing but throat.

"Yeh..., you nasty wetbacks'r good for nothin' but swallowing a white man's
cum! Eat that cock you worthless nigger with straight hair! Yeh! I'm a blow
a big load straight down yur throat, make yur belly big with my cum load
you fuckin' chi-chi slut!! You like that cock, cock sucker? You want that
white man's pure white load, don't you? Yur body's craving for this cock's
cum, ain't it bitch? Take that dick! Yeh! Work it with yur tongue! Yur such
a fuckin' slut, bet you've spent most of yur life suckin' spic cock in
alleyways! Fuck that's hot!"
	David closed his ears to everything the racist white man said as he
opened his throat to him. He could feel the plunging cock swell in his
throat as Steve's thrusts got wilder, he felt the man's fists tighten in
his hair as his cock suddenly burst bitter-sweet scum down the back of his
throat and straight into his stomach.

"Fuck Yeh!!" groaned Steve, churning his dick down David's throat.
	When he was done cumming, he shoved the Monk's head off his cock
and tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks spic...!" he said before
leaving. David gathered his wits, reminding himself that `The Divine
Culture' preaches one should turn a cheek to ignorance and prejudice, that
the `exorcisms' are more important and giving enough `cleansings' they will
extract all the hate and sin from the hosts body. David chanted this verse
in his head as he donned his hood and exited the booth.

"Yo man..., I wanna a fuckin' cleansin'!" yelled Dre (one of the black
inmates [last seen in chap-45, pt-2]), rubbing his hard bulge.

"This way..." said David, leading him back into the booth.

Pt-6

	Malecee Cortez (Roc) laid back in his cell bunk, holding his tender
ribs as he tried to find a comfortable spot to lay. He closed his eyes and
tried to do as Malik Jones suggested by keeping his goal in sight.
	His boyfriend Jake Valentines enters his mind as his cock instantly
begins to rise in his pants. He's tempted to reach down and stroke it, even
with the pain he feels. His imagination is interrupted when Axe walked into
his cell, causing Malecee to sit upright, trying to mask his injuries.

"Good work yesterday with the Cartel meeting..." said Axe, walking in
uninvited. "Who'd've thought an ole biker boy like myself would be helping
to run a prison Cartel?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of the
bed. "How bout those ethnic pussy-boys we fucked, eh...?" he laughed,
rubbing his hand up and down Malecee's thigh. "...we fucked the shit out of
their asses! Bet it won't be long before they'll be back begging for some
more white cock!"
	Malecee watched closely as Axe's hand ventured up towards his
crotch. Mal grabbed Axe's hand just before he could palm his hardon.

"You know I don't go for that shit, Axe!" insisted Cortez.

"Yea..., I know. Can't blame a man for trying, eh?" asked Axe, getting up
from the bed. "But I can't just walk off and leave my Aryan brother with a
stiff hardon like that without helping him get rid of it!" said Axe,
motioning for Snake to come in. Malecee's eyes widened when he saw the
ex-biker turned pussy-boy walk into his cell. "At least let the reptile
blow you again, I know you love it!"

"Axe, no...I'm okay!" insisted Mal.

"Bullshit! Suck his dick!" ordered Axe, taking a seat at the desk as Snake
got down on his knees beside Malecee's bed and began undoing his prison
slacks.
	Malecee protests became weaker and weaker as Snake pulled his 7 and
1/2 inch hardon into the open.

"Don't do this man..." he pleaded as Snake licked his lips, then swallowed
Malecee's cock whole. "OOOOoooo..." groaned Malecee, feeling the back of
Snake's throat envelope his cock like a cast. He lay back in bed helplessly
as Snake bobbed his head up and down his hard pole, giving him some of the
nastiest head he'd ever had as Axe leaned against the desk and watched with
a smile.
	Snake had become quite good at cock sucking since being forced to
do it by Gardner and his crew. He sucked the entire cock as he ran his lips
and tongue simultaneously (expertly) up and down the hard shaft. He sucked
hungrily like a man possessed, devouring Malecee's cock like a snake does
its prey. Cortez was forced (due to his injuries and his hungry loins) to
lay back and enjoy as he felt the ex-biker's mouth move slickly up and down
his dick. Stopping occasionally only to suck his hairy ball sack, Snake
worked his mouth up and down Malecee's manhood with skill and expertise, no
stopping for rest or breathe as he whipped it on the undercover cop like a
paid professional. He could taste the pre-cum from Mal's dick as he bobbed
faster. All too soon he felt the cock throbbing, then was rewarded with a 7
shots of tasty cum which he quickly drank down. Malecee fell back in bed,
utterly exhausted and ready to sleep.

"Good work, bitch!" said Axe, motioning for Snake to turn around and do him
next. Snake whipped around on his knees and took Axe's cock into his mouth,
swallowing it down to the root. Axe grabbed his head, guiding it roughly up
and down his cock shaft as he watched Roc fall off into a light snore.

Pt-7

D-BLOCK
	Raul walked back to his cell, his mind twisted with anger and
images. He sees his father falling off the rail of the catwalk, falling 3
stories to his death on the hard cemented floor below. He sees his body
lying in a casket, his mother, friends, and other family members standing
around weeping over their loss. Raul feel responsible for his father's
death, and with no one to talk to about it, he feels like a boiling pot on
a hot stove ready to blow.

"Raul...!" called Marcellus, standing in Ra's cell when he returned. "You
okay...?" he asked concerned, wondering why Raul wasn't interested in
dumping a load as soon as he was released?

"Did you miss me?" asked Raul curiously, stepping into the cell.

"Of course, man..., what's wrong? Did they do something to you in
Confinement?" asked Marcellus.

"How was the party?" asked Raul, keeping a distance between him and
Marcell.

"What party?"

"The Cartel party..., I heard you were one of the party whores! That you
got fucked by a that nigger Genuwine and some nasty ass Aryan!" revealed
Raul.

"Ra'..., its not what you think, man! I only did it because Pablo said it
was to help you and the Cartel...!"

"Bullshit!" yelled Raul. "You talking all this shit about wanting to be my
boi n'shit..., and here I'm gone ONE day and you lettin' some fucking
nigger and Aryan honky fuck you like some nasty street whore!!"

"Raul, please..., let me explain...!" pleaded Marcellus, reaching out for
him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" pulled back Raul, disgusted by the sexual images
in his head. "You ain't no better than any of the prison faggots walking
around giving their asses up to any hard dick they see! Get the fuck out of
my face, you fucking whore!" he ordered, tired of looking at him.

"I only did it for you, man! They said it would help you look good in front
of the other leaders! I didn't want to do it, Pablo said it would make you
look bad if I didn't!" explained Marcellus.

"And you believed that shit? Get the fuck out of my cell!!" screamed Raul,
having heard enough lies to choke a horse.

"It's true Raul, I wouldn't play you out like that! I love you, man!"
shouted Marcellus, grabbing Raul's arm. Raul shoved Marcellus to the floor
of his cell, poised over him with a closed fist ready to beat some sense
into his head. But he stopped, hesitating as he thought better of himself.

"Fuck you, Marcellus! You ain't worth shit!" he said, turning away.
	Marcellus lay on the floor of the cell sobbing, feeling devastated
at the thought of giving up his body to men he never intended. Alex
appeared in the door of the cell, having heard all the violent shouting.

"Raul..., you alright?" he asked, touching Raul gently upon the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah..., I'm fine." said Raul, calming down as soon as he saw Alex's
face.
	Marcellus watched the intimacy between the two inmates as Alex
whispered soothing words to calm Raul's anger. Raul responded by taking
Alex's hand into his. The gesture to too much for Marcellus to witness as
he jumped from the floor and charged Alex angrily. Both Alex and Raul
turned towards Marcellus, with Raul quickly popping Marcell in the face
with a fast jab. Marcellus fell back onto the floor, bleeding from the
nose.

"HIM??" he cried, touching his hand to his nose. "You're with HIM now,
after he slept with your brother AND your father?" he asked, viewing the
blood on his fingertips for the first time. "You two deserve each other!!"

"Raul..." said Alex, sympathetically.

"Fuck this...!!" yelled Raul, storming off away from Marcellus and Alex.
	Heading out into the Yard to clear his head, Raul stopped over by
the gate and stared out at the view of open fields and dense trees in the
distance. Freedom was so close, yet so far away. He hoped wherever he was,
Gardner was enjoying his freedom, no matter how temporary it might be.

"Raul...?" called an unfamiliar voice from behind. Raul turned around to
see an Aryan inmate standing before him, one he didn't readily
recognize. "I just came from the prison Chapel..., and I just wanted you to
know how well yur brother David gives head! He's a fuckin' pro-natural,
man! You and yur daddy must've been fuckin' his face since he was a baby,
eh? Spic gives good head, man! I'm thinking of going back this evening for
second... arrhhhh!!!!!!" yelled Steve Rupert, getting punched square in the
face.
	Raul started to stomp Rupert with his feet as prison guards rushed
over to subdue him. He was quickly grabbed and taken back to Solitary
Confinement, where he would spend the next several days for fighting.

Pt-8

	Abdul walked into his prison cell to find his cellmate and lover
(Muhammad Shaheed) busy at work preparing for a religious holy war in the
papers with The Brotherhood.
	Abdul walked up to the desk Muhammad is busy writing on, writing
letters to editors about the "homosexuals posing as religious men" to suck
off straight inmates.

"Muhammad..., what're you doing man...?" he asked, fearing Ellis' response.

"Somebody's got to tell the outside what this religion's all about, Abdul!
I'm writing to my friend at the paper, she's already expressed an interest
in the story and is awaiting my letter!"

"You can't do this, Muhammad!" protested Abdul.

"Sure I can!" said Muhammad, still writing. "Someone's got to bring Ellis
down to size! He's been running the prison in the hole! He can't continue
to treat us like herds of cattle! Hell, even cattle get better treatment!"

"No Muhammad..., I don't mean you can't do this, I mean you CAN'T do
THIS!!" said Abdul, snatching the letter from under Muhammad.

"Wha...?" questioned Muhammad, looking up at Abdul for the first time since
he came in. "What's your problem, Abdul?"

"You CAN'T write this letter, Muhammad..."

"Why not?" asked Muhammad, standing up from his seat.

"Because I promised Warden Ellis that I'd keep you out of his hair if he
released you from Confinement, that's why!"

"You did what...?" asked Muhammad, angrily.

"He wasn't going to just let you go, Muhammad..., he was going to keep you
down there to rot.., or worse!"

"I could take care of myself!" said Muhammad, snatching his paper back from
Abdul.

"I saw...!" recalled Abdul. "...hanging chained from the ceiling in your
own urine and feces and weaker than a new born kitten...!" reminded Abdul,
purposely. Muhammad turned to him, tears swelling in his eyes as he
recalled vividly his dungeon ordeal. He and Abdul hadn't spoken a word of
it since it happened, knowing it was a moment Muhammad would rather
forget. "Ellis is threatening to throw you back into Confinement if you
don't stop these pursuits..., and not just you this time, ME too!"

"I didn't ask for your help, Abdul! I was fully prepared to live with
whatever punishment I was due for my beliefs!" stated Muhammad, torn
between judgment. He looked back over at his sexy cellmate. "What else did
you have to promise Ellis to set me free?" he wondered aloud. "Did he make
you one of his `special assistants' while I was away? Did you have to suck
his dick like Rocky Peterson did? Or Davis Wood? Or Larry Latham? Or Andy
Sparks?"

"Fuck you, Muhammad! This's the second time you accused me of being a
whore!" (the first time was back in chap-37, pt-3).

"I wouldn't accuse you if you stopped acting like one!"
	Abdul's face dropped with the insult.

"You want me to be a whore, Muhammad..." questioned Abdul,
spitefully. "...I'll be one! I'll be the best damn whore you've ever seen!"
he said, storming from the cell.

Pt-8

"UHH, UHH, AHH, AHH, ARRHH, OHH, AHH SHIT, AHH, AHH, OHH, ARRHH!!" grunted
David Rodriguez after every thrust Dre made into his ass. The black inmate
was brutal with the fuck thrusts, shoving his ample manhood into the tight
tiny hole and fucking it for all its worth.
	David hadn't been fucked since his dad's death, mourning the loss
of both father and lover. The initial shock of entry ripped through his
Rican bowels like a sharp knife, but once his body got used to the
invasion, his anal muscles began to suck and massage Andre's plunging
manhood like a greased fist.

"Fuck man..." gasped Dre, not expecting David's hole to be so
talented. "...you LIKE this shit, don't you?" he asked, plunging his
swollen manhood in and out with increasing speed and precision.
	David said nothing, trying to concentrate on his true reason for
being there. Despite his faith, his own dick rose hard and high, swaying
down between his legs as Andre fucked madly into his backside from
behind. "I ain't fucked a Rican as good as you in a long time..." he
continued, whispering huskily in David's ear. "...ass like this is hard to
come by! I could stop pass every morning, fuck the shit out of you like
this if you like, give your asshole all that sinful juice you guys try to
suck out of us! Is that kew?" he asked, picking up speed.

"Yes! Yes, release your spirits into me!" shouted David, throwing his ass
back on Andre.

"Damn boi, you a wild one!" smiled the 29 yr old gang banger as he held
onto David's hips and fucked into him like a bull. David's body was in awe
as his mind started to float above the clouds. He panted heavily as his ass
was fucked royally. Without even touching himself he started hosing fresh
semen all over the wall before him, the cum shooting from his spurting
penis like a water gun.
	Dre felt David's asshole spasm around his plunging dick, and shot
off at that very moment, filling his deep bowels with extra creamy
sauce. Both men lay against the wall as they recovered from their
orgasms. Dre yanked his dick from the Monk's ass and tucked it away. He
slapped David playfully on the ass, "see you tomorrow" he said before
disappearing.


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