Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 20:51:38 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-8

	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/8
REUNIONS

Saint Elizabeth's Hospital...

	52 yr old Warden --Dennis Ellis walked angrily through the halls of
the hospital. He'd received reports that one of his inmates (Tempest
Williams) had been transported to the hospital after being found near death
(a stabbing victim) in one of the prison stairwells. Unfortunately, Ellis
heard reports that the victim survived, and was recuperating in critical
but stable condition in the recovery room.

"Ellis..!" called an oddly familiar voice, causing the warden to turn
around.

"David?" he called back unsure, his eye squinting in faded recognition as
the face he saw slowly became familiar. "David McConnell! As I live and
breathe!" he said, bursting out into a full grin.

"Good to see you, old friend." smiled McConnell, shaking hands.

"How long's it been? 15 yrs?" asked Ellis, thinking back.

"About that! You know I made Captain!" informed McConnell.

"I know..., I've seen the news!" laughed Ellis. "That was something how you
caught that cop killer..., and right in your own apartment! I suppose you
were next on his hit list, eh?"

"I was just fortunate." responded McConnell, the memory obviously a sore
one for him to recall.

"Yeah, well..., I would love to stay and catch up on old times, but I have
a patient to see..."

"Tempest Williams?" asked McConnell, causing Ellis' grin to fade.

"Yeah..., he's an inmate of mine..."

"I know, -MY Precinct arrested him." said McConnell. "Took us a long time
to catch him, -I lost a lot of good cops trying to bring him to justice."

"You did a good job of that. You can rest easy knowing that he'd most
likely be spending the rest of his yrs behind bars." assured Ellis.

"That's why I'm here, Dennis." explained McConnell, uncomfortably. "I
understand that Tempest was found by one of your guards in a prison
stairwell, he'd been attacked, knifed, obviously raped by doctor's report,
and left for dead."

"Yeah. And rest assured my department is looking into how that happened!"
said Ellis, knowing where McConnell was going.

"That's just the point, Dennis. I KNOW Tempest Williams, -he'd a ruthless,
vindictive, brutal street criminal. There's NO way anyone would be able to
get the drop on him this fast and this easily, without it being a set up!"

"What'r you saying, David?" asked Ellis, suspiciously.

"Hell Dennis, we just dropped the prisoner off at your prison, and he gets
knifed and raped in the same day?"

"Happens all the time." said Ellis, nonchalantly.

"Not to Tempest! He's not your average run of the mill criminal! This man
is too smart to be duped by some red neck convict or some dealer with an
axe to grind! The doctor reports that Tempest had marks on his body
consistent with being restrained, and that his asshole was so badly
protruded, that it looked like he'd been penetrated with a baseball bat!
There's no way that could have happened in that short of a time period,
without some inside help! Tempest is too well connected in prison, hell,
half the inmates in there has worked for him at one point or another!"

"I don't think I like what you're implying, David!" said Ellis, insulted by
the accusations.

"I'm just concerned that my people will be cheated out of justice if
Tempest is somehow killed in your prison! We worked too hard for too long
to get him, to see him taken out so fast!"

"Well maybe instead of arresting him, one of your men should have put a
bullet in his head!" suggested Ellis.

"We aren't executioners, Dennis! We're law enforcers!"
	Ellis laughed.

"You know..., I almost forgot how arrogant and pompous you really are!"

"Me...?" surprised McConnell.

"Yeah, YOU! You think because YOU have this Dagwood Do-good sense and
sensibility, that the rest of us have to run around like chickens with our
heads cut off to make sure the scales of justice is always balanced! Well
I'm here to tell you Captain McConnell, that some of us see blind justice
and an eye for an eye, as poetic justice! Tempest Williams made a lot of
enemies on the streets and in the joint, yet YOU come to me with
accusations that MY MEN may be the ones involved? How DARE you made such
unfounded assumptions!" exploded Ellis.

"You have to admit that it sounds fishy, Ellis..."

"I've had enough of your condescending, David..., no wonder we haven't
talked in 15 yrs! Tell me, did you wife mention your holier than thou
attitude before she walked out on you?"

"My wife has nothing to do with this situation!" said McConnell, sorely.

"I don't think a man who can't keep his house in order..., let alone the
Precinct he runs, should be making bold comments about how others run their
departments!" spit Ellis viscously, before walking off. "See you in another
15 yrs!"
	Ellis walked into Tempest's hospital room, to find the once
viscously virile drug dealer barely breathing on support. The room was
empty, except for the sounds of monitor equipment. Ellis walked up quietly
to Tempest's bedside. Tempest was handcuffed to the bed rail, a uniformed
officer standing post outside is room. Ellis stood there, as Tempest slowly
opened his eyelids.

"So..., you're still alive." whispered Ellis, amusingly. "I underestimated
you. You're obviously one tough cockroach! Guess I should've used a bigger
shoe to squash you with!"

"Better...have...tried...!" --whispered Tempest, barely able to speak.

"I'm patient..., I have YEARS to try, try again!" smiled Ellis, letting
Tempest know that this wasn't over.


Pt-2
	An outdoor restaurant on City Line Avenue...

"Malik..., over here!" shouted Philadelphia officer Jake Valentine, waving
from his outdoor table. Malik looked both ways for traffic, before jotting
across. "Hey man! Good to see you!" said Jake, giving Malik a hug before
re-taking his seat. "Malik Jones, this is my partner, -Maleecee
Cortez. Maleecee, -Malik."

"Nice to meet you." said Malik politely, reaching across the table to shake
hands with the Spanish officer, dressed in plain clothes.

"You too." said Maleecee, checking Malik out. "So, you two used to be
partners or something?" he asked, curiously.

"No. But Malik used to be a cop. He used to work the undercover division of
Precinct-23." explained Jake.

"Undercovers? Why'd you stop?" asked Maleecee, taking a bit of his
appetizer.

"Got another job." said Malik, looking through the menu.

"Better than undercover? What you get, promoted to FBI or something?"
--asked Maleecee.

"No." snickered Malik, amused. "I work for the prison system. I'm a guard."

"Oh." said Maleecee, arching his eyebrows.

"I know its not glamorous, but I needed a break from police work."
explained Malik.

"What happened? Did you get shot?" asked Maleecee, curiously.

"No. Personal issues." said Malik.

"Malik and Captain McConnell saved my life, once!" --said Jake, trying to
change the mood of the table. "My ex-partner Bruce Gardner had me strapped
to a bed, -holding me hostage at gun point! Officer Jones and Capt
McConnell came busting in just in tom to the rescue! If it wasn't for them,
there's no telling what Gardner would have done to me!" --smiled Jake
(referring to events which happened in Precinct-23 #18).

"Sounds like you were a hero, Malik. Thanks for saving my partner!" smiled
Maleecee, holding Jake's hand under the table. Jake blushed. Malik noticed
the eye contact between the two men, signifying something more than
friends. The waiter came over and asked Malik for his order. Malik told the
waiter what he wanted from the menu, pretending not to notice the odd looks
Maleecee gave Jake.

"So.., how long you two been partners?" he asked, once the waiter left.

"Oh, uh..., Mal took Bruce's place right after his arrest, so we've been
partners for a few months now." explained Jake.

"Pretty close?" asked Malik, causing Maleecee to squirm uncomfortably as he
removed his hand from Jakes under the table.

"Yes." answered Jake.

"About as close as partners can be." added Maleecee.

"I knew some pretty close partners." said Malik, suggestively.

"What are you getting at?" asked Maleecee.

"Malik knows about my..., he knows what happened between me and Gardner."
intervened Jake. Maleecee, shifted in his seat. "Mal knows about me,
Malik. There are no secrets between us."

"I understand." said Malik, reading between the lines. Maleecee was still
trying to figure out how much Malik knew.

"So Malik..., where you living at now?" asked Jake, changing the subject
just as the waiter brought Malik his drink.

"I'm currently living with a friend, until I get my own apartment." said
Malik, tasting his drink.

"Have you and Captain McConnell reconciled your differences?" asked Jake,
concerned.

"No." answered Malik, squirming at the mere mention of the captain's name.

"Were you and McConnell close?" asked Maleecee, catching Malik's
uneasiness.

"You could say that." said Malik, keeping his response short.

"Malik roomed with McConnell for awhile before he left the force."
explained Jake. The shocked expression on Maleecee's face told Malik that
the officer was starting to figure out their relationship.

"You and McConnell were...?" he asked, stopping short of asking the actual
question.

"It's okay Malik, Maleecee knows everything. He and I live together now."
clarified Jake, causing Malik to seat at ease.

"We were, for awhile." admitted Malik. Maleece sat up in his seat, totally
interested in Malik and McConnell's relationship.

"So why did it end? Was HE the reason you left the force?" he asked,
intrigued.

"Something like that." said Malik, not comfortable talking about his
ex-lover.

"Are you seeing anyone now?" asked Jake, prying deeper.

"No..., well, kinda..." said Malik, confused by his own thoughts.

"Sounds mysterious." said Maleecee, studying Malik's expressions.

"Its complicated." answered Malik, unable to define the relationship
between him and Marvin Rollins, the inmate at Piedmont
Penitentiary. "Excuse me..., I have to use the restroom!" he suddenly
added, getting up from the table. Both Jake and Maleecee watched Malik go
into the restaurant, in search of the restroom.

"Your friend seems a little distant." said Maleecee, taking a sip from his
red wine.

"Malik and I weren't friends." confessed Jake, catching Maleecee off guard.

"You weren't?" he asked in surprise. "Then why did you set up this lunch
reunion? You said you wanted to get together with old friends!"

"No..., what I said was I wanted to get some old friends together!"
corrected Jake.

"I fail to see the difference." said Maleecee. Just then, Captain David
McConnell came walking up the sidewalk. Maleecee's jaw dropped, as he was
unaware of the added guest.

"Sorry I'm late..., I had a previous engagement I HAD to attend." said
McConnell, taking the forth seat. "Have you ordered yet?"

"Just appetizers." said Jake. The waiter came out with Malik's order, and
placed it in front of McConnell.

"I didn't order this..." said McConnell. The waiter looked confused for a
second, until Malik came back to the table. Malik and McConnell said
nothing as Malik reluctantly re-took his seat.

"Jake...!" said McConnell, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, sir. I just thought you two needed to talk!" said Jake,
apologizing. "Come on, Mal..., let's go see what kind of wine lists they
have inside!"

"The same kind they have outside...!" said Mal, as Jake pulled him out of
his chair. Malik picked up his drink, downing more than half of it before
putting it back on the table.

"So..., how have you been?" asked McConnell, sensing Malik was duped into
being here, just as he was.

"Good." answered Malik, avoiding eye contact.

"How's the new job?"

"How'd you know...?"

"The prison called me for recommendations..." explained McConnell.

"Oh. It's going good." said Malik.

"Have you found a place to live yet?"

"I'm still looking. I'm currently staying with a friend at the moment."

"Platonic friend?" asked McConnell.

"Of course!" lied Malik. "Why?"

"Just curious." answered McConnell. "You have passion marks all over your
neck."
	Malik pulled his shirt collar up over his neck, forgetting Marvin
(the inmate) had bit him there during a recent sexual encounter.

"Look Captain..., I didn't mean for things to happen the way that they did
between us..." said Malik, still avoiding eye contact. "...there's a lot of
things going on in my life that I just don't understand, at the moment..."

"You don't have to explain, Malik. I understand that you're young.., and
this lifestyle, the experience..., -is all new to you." reasoned McConnell,
having thought about it for a long time. "I was probably out of line,
convincing a relationship where it was clearly a boss/employee
background. I took it too far. I don't blame you for anything."

"Thank you, Captain." said Malik, finally looking over at McConnell's face
for the first time. "That means a lot to me."

"You're a good kid, Malik. I hope you find whatever it is you're looking
for." said McConnell, honestly.
	30 short minutes later, the 2 men were alone in McConnell's
River-View Apartments just off of Kelly Drive. Malik was wrapped up in
McConnell's arms, lips locked together as they tongue sucked each other
passionately. Hands groped tight firm asses as hard dicks bulged behind
jeans and dress slacks. Malik broke the kiss as he pushed McConnell back on
the couch, reaching for his fasten as he quickly tried to free his
erection.

"Malik..., what are we doing...?" asked McConnell, watching Malik struggle
to open his pants. Once he got the fasten free and the zipper down, he
reached into the crotch and pulled out the 9 and ½ inch curved
dick. McConnell gasped as Malik took the dick into his mouth, sucking it
intensely as he swirled it around in his mouth like a taffy.
	McConnell leaned back in his seat, no longer worried about the
concerns he had before. He sat back and watched Malik swallow his dick,
taking it into the back of his mouth, the big round head touching onto the
back of his throat. McConnell groaned softly as his dick passed down into
Malik's throat. Malik's lips suckled at the fat root of the Captain's dick,
his throat ballooned to make room for the huge man sausage lodged in his
throat. When Malik came back up for air, McConnell caressed his handsome
face with his hands.

	Malik stood up and started to undo his own pants. When McConnell
tried to get up, he pushed the older man back down into his seat. Malik
kicked off his shoes and pants, then climbed up on McConnell's
lap. McConnell watched as Malik maneuvered himself over his dick, then
eased his ass back on it. He spit into his fingers, then massaged it into
his asshole before sitting back on it. McConnell's dick head pierced his
tight anus, causing Malik's head to spring back as he sat down on it.

"Take it easy, Malik..." warned McConnell, watching with concern as Malik
pushed back hard on it, forcing all of McConnell's hardon in his ass
quickly. McConnell felt Malik's asshole spasm and flex around his embedded
hardon, his dick choked and massaged by the tightening ring and convulsing
rectum as Malik sat there adjusting to the invasion.
	Without waiting long, Malik began to bounce his ass up and down on
McConnell's shaft, letting his asshole slide up and down the spit wet width
of the man's fully erect dick. McConnell said nothing as he watched Malik
close his eyes and start riding. He was somewhat surprised to discover that
Malik's asshole was not as tight as it had been when they were living
together. Someone had been fucking Malik's ass regularly, and fucking it
well.

	Malik bounced his ass up and down in McConnell's lap, stabbing his
hole down on the full girth of the man-piece as McConnell started thrusting
up to meet him. The strong friction between them hurt Malik's anal ring as
the hard length bruised his insides, but that didn't stop him from riding
harder, as he forced more and more of his ass on McConnell's stiff
upstanding rod.

"UHH! OHH! OHH YEAH, FUCK! AHH! AHH, YEAH! SHIT! UMMM! UMM, OOOOH! OHH,
AHHH! AHH! YEAH! YES! OH YEAH! FUCK! FUCK ME, DAVID! FUCK ME!" grunted
Malik, riding McConnell like a horse.
	McConnell recalled how Malik liked it rough, no matter how tender
McConnell tried to lay it on him, it always ended up being a violent
encounter at the end. McConnell realized too late in the game that Malik
wasn't the `tender kisses' type, he liked it mean, rough, and probably
dangerous. That's perhaps why he risked his career by going to Police
Headquarters to fuck with the convict that raped him. It's also probably
the reason why he was currently working at the very prison the convicted
drug dealer was serving time in.

	McConnell merely sat back and watched while Malik went crazy on top
of him. He bounced his ass on the hard curved dick again and again, ramming
his ass cheeks down into McConnell's lap and causing loud slapping noises
to erupt throughout the room. McConnell reached up and pinched Malik's
erect nipples, causing the overzealous officer to gasp and moan with
excitement. He gripped Malik's hardon with his free hand, stroking its iron
length while he rode him hard and fast. This caused Malik to ride even
harder, thrusting his ass down faster as McConnell's dick started to throb
inside him.
	McConnell tried to keep control over his own passion as he watched
Malik intensely. Malik's dick started to pulse in his fist, then started to
spew cum all over McConnell's chest and stomach. Malik screamed as he
continued to ram his ass down on McConnell's dick. McConnell bit his lower
lip, stifling a groan as his dick pulsed, then came in Malik's bouncing
butt. Malik felt the Captain's dick jerk wildly inside him, feeling the
heavy dosage of sperm pump into his gut like a water cannon. McConnell
reached up and pulled Malik down on top of him, kissing him deeply as he
finished his orgasm inside him.

	After the passion ended, Malik pulled up off McConnell, apologizing
for cumming all over him. McConnell took Malik into the bathroom to clean
up. They showered together (like old times), lathering each other as they
kissed and took turns under the hot water spray. McConnell leaned Malik up
against the shower wall, then fell to his knees and sucked his 7 and ½ inch
dick into his mouth. Malik nearly forgot how good it felt to get his dick
sucked. Neither his roommate Manny Michaels, nor inmate Marvin Rollins
sucked dick, -both men were currently using Malik's ass to dump in, but
neither offered to get him off by paying his needs any attention.
	Malik groaned as McConnell swallowed his dick all the way down to
his balls. He'd forgotten how well the Captain sucked dick. To look at the
strong, virile officer on his knees before him, no one would know how well
accomplished he was at it. McConnell was a divorced man with 3 grown
children. He had a masculine reputation around the Precinct, no one would
ever suspect he worked from both sides of the fence. He sucked Malik's dick
until he felt it starting to throb and pulse between his lips. When Malik
came, McConnell swallowed every ounce of his delicious cream. After the
shower, they dried and dressed in practical silence.

"Don't be a stranger, Malik. I'd like us to still be friends." said
McConnell, walking Malik to the door.

"I'd like that too, David." agreed Malik, hugging McConnell
good-bye. McConnell watched Malik walk back to his car and drive off,
wondering if he'd ever see him again.


Pt-3 Piedmont Penitentiary...
	A new inmate was admitted to the prison today, one highly
anticipated by staff and inmates. The Criminal Social Department of the
prison's physiological division wanted to probe his mind, while black
inmates wanted to torture him, and Aryan inmates wanted to recruit him for
the horrendous acts of violence he did on the streets.
	Warden Dennis Ellis fought to have the prisoner sent to another
facility, possibly a psychiatric hospital for his crimes. But the judicial
system wanted to see him pay his dept to society through the penile system,
with other hardened criminals.

	He was brought into the prison under low key, sent directly to the
psyche department for analyzing. He was questions and strapped to devices
which monitored his heart rate, brain activity, and breathing, -registering
any uneasiness in his demeanor while being tested for possible violent
tendencies towards inmates. Once he was tested and cleared to mix and
mingle with the general population, he was assigned a cell. Oddly enough
(or ironic it may seem), he was assigned to the very cell of the man his
father just recently double-crossed --Jo Justine.

	Escorted through the prison, Christopher Gardner walked passively
beside the officers leading him to his block. Black inmates from the
neighboring blocks cat-called him, threatening him with bodily harm and
death for the murders he committed (seen in the latter chapters of
Precinct-23). At the Aryan's cell block, there were a crowd of whites
waiting to greet him and welcome him into their ranks. His biological
father -Bruce Gardner among them.
	The officers passed Chris off at the block, allowing inmates to
take him to his appointed cell. Chris remained tentative as he was greeted
by a wall of strangers, patting him graciously on the back and shoulders
for "killing them niggers!" Chris took the accolades, but really didn't
feel worthy of praise. When he came face to face with his father, Bruce
Gardner walked up to him, and warmly wrapped his arms around him with
fatherly concern, causing Chris to bust out in tears. Bruce went to comfort
his son (whom he hadn't seen since his family moved to Colorado), but Chris
wasn't interested. He pushed his father off of him with a forceful shove,
causing Bruce to look in shock.

"Don't fucking touch me!" screamed Chris, hysterically.

"Chris..., what...?"

"It's YOUR fault I'm here! Keep away from me!" he shouted, backing away.

"You heard the man, Bruce..., -back off!" insisted Hammer, stepping between
father and son.

"That's MY son...!" reminded Bruce, stepping forth.

"The boy doesn't want anything to do with you..." said Sarge, stepping up
beside Chris. "Maybe OUTSIDE he was your son, but in here..., he's his own
man!" Bruce watched intensely, watching the men group around Chris like a
pack of wild dogs. "Give the boy some room, why don't you?"

"He's a suburban kid..., he has NO idea how to handle himself in a place
like this! He's naive!"

"He's 18! The law says he's a man! Let it go!" said Sarge.

"He's my SON!!" yelled Bruce.

"He's one us US now..., -right son?" asked Sarge, turning to Chris. Chris
looked into his dad's eyes with hatred, and shook his head `yes.' "Then
it's all settled." smiled Sarge, passing him off to Snake. "Show him his
new home..., make sure he's comfortable!"

"Come on, partner..., I'll introduce you to my cellmate, -Justine. He's
such a good piece of ass, I'm sure you'll enjoy it...!" said Snake, more
for Bruce's benefit than Chris'.

"Fucking pervert...!" yelled Bruce, chasing after Snake and his son, but
Blake and Cooper held him back, knowing that the Aryan's would beat him
down before he reached them. Bruce pushed his friends off of him, turning
towards Sarge, -the leader of the clan. "You can't let Christopher stay
with that pervert! He'll rape him!"

"Your son is old enough to take care of himself, Gardner. The courts
certainly seem so!"

"He's just a kid, Sarge!" pleaded Bruce. "Don't you have children of your
own?"

"None with the temper your son has!" --countered Sarge. "I don't see how
you could think someone whose murdered 2 niggers by castration, is totally
helpless in a male prison? His crimes would dictate he's able to handle
himself! Hell it's US that should be protected by him!" shouted Sarge,
causing a small trickle of laughter to emit around the block. "Your son is
a convict, Bruce..., he's not a kid anymore. I suggest you cut the apron
strings and let him grow up!"

"It's not his growing up that I'm concerned with..., its his ass being
fucked by all of you horny mother fuckers!" stated Gardner, watching the
crowd disburse. Cooper and Blake joined him as he kept a close eye on
Snake. Snake took Chris into their cell, looking back at Gardner wickedly
as he smirked before going inside.
	Joseph Justine lay nearly unconscious in his bunk. Snake introduced
Chris to Justine, then yanked the sheets off of him was he lay naked face
down in bed. Snake pulled his legs apart, showing off his well fucked ass.

"He's our new `prison pussy', -which means he takes on any and every hard
dick of the brotherhood whenever one of us need release!" informed Snake,
proudly. Chris looked down at the former officer's ass, his asshole
practically gaping as he leaked a steady flow of warm semen. It was obvious
that he'd just been fucked prior to their arrival. Chris was forced to
flash back to his own gang bang at the hands of black drug dealers whom
forced him into prostitution merely for being the son of officer Bruce
Gardner -the Terminator (in chap-13 of Precinct-23). He was fucked
repeatedly by drug dealers, crack heads, johns, pimps, and other male
prostitutes, --all while stoned out of his mind on Sextasy, a drug created
by supreme drug dealer --Tempest Williams.

"You want some of this pussy, boy? It's primed!" asked Snake, groping his
own hardon while looking over at Christopher. Chris looked up from
Justine's cum soaked ass, and declined. "ah..., not yur cup'a tea, eh?
You'd rather be on the receiving end, maybe?" asked Snake, trying to figure
out Chris' submissiveness. "You don't want none of that boy-pussy..., so
maybe you'd like some dick instead?" he asked, pulling open his
zipper. Chris said nothing as Snaked pulled out his 6 inch erection and
walked over towards him. "Touch it..., go on, I won't tell anybody." lied
Snake, ready to shout it out loud. Chris looked down at the erection,
licking his dry lips in remembrance of how cock felt in his mouth. Snake
wrapped his hand behind Chris' head, nudging him gently to his knees. "Why
don't you go down and get a closer look at it?" he suggested, easing Chris
down. Chris' eye never left the hard penis as it stared him directly in the
eye. Snake rubbed the back of Chris' neck, trying to coax him into giving
him a blow job. "Come on..., put it in your mouth. Let me feel those lips
on my cock. You know you want to!"
	Faded memories of Chris sucking his best friends (Nick and Tom's)
cocks in the basement of Nick's parents' house, filled his head. He
remembered getting high and sucking them off on more than one occasion. But
much like the time he was whored out by the black pimps, he was stoned out
of his mind, -he sucked cock and get fucked up the ass because he knew no
better while he was hyped up on what the street punks called
"Sexstasy". But now (much like when he went on his killing spree) he wasn't
high, -he faced the inmate's cock sober, with his normal frame of mind. The
very thought of sucking this man's cock made his stomach curl. Snake
perched his cock up to Chris' lips, expecting fully for the youth to open
up and except him. Snake was already imagining rubbing it in Gardner's
face, telling him how he made his son choke on a fat load of Aryan cum. But
just as Snake's cock touched his lips, something in Chris snapped.

"Get the fuck off of me!!" yelled Chris, shoving Snake back by the
stomach. Snake stumbled back a few feet before he caught his balance.

"Oh..., so you want to play it rough, eh? I can do rough!" said Snake,
coming back with his fists pumped. Chris backed off into a corner while
Snake threw punch after punch into the young man head and shoulders. Chris
tried to protect his head as Snake's hits connected in every open and
vulnerable spot he could find. When Chris saw an opening to defend himself,
he closed his eyes and threw the hardest punch he could muster. His fist
smashed into Snake's dangling cock and balls, causing the older 37 yr old
to scream in pain as he grabbed himself and collapsed on the floor to his
knees. "You...you mutha fukr..!!" shouted Snake, rolling around in pain as
he held his aching balls in his hands. Chris got up from his knees, looking
down at him withering around on the ground. Outside the cell he could see
inmates looking in on him, wondering if they should rush in and help. Chris
looked down at the fallen officer laying on the bed naked, his asshole
still oozing the remnants of the last man who fucked him. Chris felt his
cock get hard in his pants. He reached down and groped his dick, feeling it
twitch in his hand. On instinct he reached in and pulled it out, exposing
his hardon to the air. He walked up to the bed behind Justine, staring down
at his gaping asshole. Adrenaline and lust hit him like steel ball as he
laid out on top of Justine, and inserted his dick. Justine barely
acknowledged him as he pushed in and started fucking. He humped up and down
on the ex-cop's ass, feeling all the seed from the men before him ooze out
around his cock and balls. He fucked hard and fast, slamming his hips into
the unconscious man's anus until he felt his dick explode, filling the
inmate's asshole with another full load of cum.
	Afterwards he pulled out and rolled over, the residue cum of many
men drenching his crotch and private areas. He got up from the bed, tucked
his cum stained by satisfied cock back in his pants, and walked out of the
cell, leaving Snake withering on the floor.