Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 16:14:21 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-23

	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-23
DEBTS and FORECLOSERS

Pt-1
	Morning at Piedmont...
	Genuwine (27 yr old Chris Ford) awakens in his cell to the gentle
sucking of his erection. He slowly opens his eyes from a dream (lying naked
in the Jamaican sands with Janet Jackson, Gabrielle Union, and Beyonce), to
see handsome puertorican born David Rodriguez slowly bobbing his head up
and down his swollen brown shaft. He smiles as he looks down at the
handsome rican that's sucking him so eagerly and willingly. David looks in
utopia as he lovingly lavishes the black cock before him.
	A gay man with the insatiable need to please, David started sucking
Genuwine's dick the moment he woke some 20 minutes ago. Gently he moved his
mouth up and down the shaft, sliding his warm wet tongue along the slick
underbelly. With tender caution he sucked at the flaring crown, loving the
living pulse that throbbed through it as he suctioned the sweet honey from
its tip before going all the way back down on it. He relaxed his throat
muscles, and allowed it to pass straight through into the curve of his
neck. Genuwine could feel him humming with contentment as he blew him with
loving skill. Not many men in prison liked sucking dick and pleasing men as
much as David Rodriguez. It's what motivated him to get through the day.

"Damn...you're a good find!" moaned Genuwine, feeling on top of the
world. David looked up at him, but never removed his mouth from his
staff. Now that Genuwine was awake, he could suck harder to make him cum,
not having to worry about waking him from a sound sleep.
	David picked up the pace, tightening his lips as he sucked
harder. Genuwine's cellmate (38 yr old T-Bo) snored in his sleep from
across the room, having cum several times during the night while watching
them fuck.

"Damn boi..., you suckin that dick like you want that cream, or
something..." moaned Genuwine, breathlessly. "Is that what you want?" he
asked, feeling his balls start to contract.

"mmmm...!" moaned David, trying to decide which hole he wanted creamed this
time. He looked up into Genuwine's eyes while sucking his dick. He could
feel how extremely hard and stiff Genuwine's dick was as he slithered his
mouth up and down the smooth ridges. "What do you want?" he asked, taking
his mouth off briefly.

"You know what I like..." moaned Genuwine, reaching down to smack David's
rump. David raised his ass higher, feeling slutty as his ass started to
tingle with sexual cravings. David sucked his man's dick for a few more
minutes before pulling off to lay on his back. Genuwine got the hint, and
maneuvered himself between David's spread legs. He lifted them up, then
slid his hard cock up between the slick butt cheeks.
	David moaned softly as Genuwine's cock moved in. He gripped the
black man's forearms as he looked up into his eyes. Genuwine slid all the
way in up to his balls with one long fluent stroke, until he had his entire
cock buried bone deep.

"Yeeesss papi..., fuck your baby good, daddy!" moaned David, hypnotically.
	Genuwine's pelvis locked against David's buttock as he ground his
cock around in the rican's gut. David loved being fucked by straight
men. Ever since being fucked by his father's best friend (Rico) when he was
15, he's been chasing straight men.
	Genuwine slowly began to pull and push his cock through the sucking
ring of David's anus, fucking it thoroughly as he listened to the snores of
other inmates who hadn't yet awakened from their slumbers. The bed began to
squeak and squeal as Genuwine's thrusts got harder and deeper. David
accepted each and every inward thrust, grunting softly as not to cause too
much unwanted attention to themselves.

"Is this what you like?" asked Genuwine, digging his dick deep into David's
hole before pulling back with his hips. "Is this what you risked your life
walking through `the Hood' looking for me for?" he asked, slapping his
pelvis against the naked buttock harder with each passing minute. "You came
looking to get dicked down?"

"Yes!" gasped David, running his hands up and down Genuwine's naked torso
while spreading his legs to allow deeper access into his cock hungry
bowels. "I LOVE how you fuck me, papi! I want to be your bitch, baby! Make
me your bitch?" begged David.

"You certainly pretty enough to be one!" groaned Genuwine, staring into
David's face. David bit his lower lip, grunting louder as Genuwine fucked
harder. The two men moved in unison, like a well oiled machine as they
moved together as one. Genuwine knew he could easily get used to fucking
David on a regular basis. Good pussy was hard to find in prison, and here
he had one delivering himself to his cell door. But if David was willing to
be an honorary Mandingo (or at least `punk' for them), then who was he to
argue? "Sure baby...," he moaned, leaning forward as he kissed David
tenderly on he lips. "...I'll see what I can do about making you my
personal private bitch!"
	David glee, having found another home away from home. `Who needed
Raul to survive?' he thought to himself, looking up into the handsome face
of the R&B singer look alike. David liked Genuwine. He LOVED getting fucked
by him. Sure he might not be as safe and secure as he was in the Rootboiz
cell, but if he had to put out a little ass every now and then to Duke and
his boiz to insure his safety, then so be it. So long as he didn't have to
go back to his brother crawling on his hands and knees for forgiveness!
David couldn't forgive (or forget) what Raul did to him. They'd been taught
as kids not to steal from each other; `take what you want from them other
niggas inna street, but NEVER steal from blood!' their father (Romero)
would say. It was a rule the Rod-Boys always lived by, until now.

"Shit, baby...I'm about to cum n'shit!" gasped Genuwine, caught off
guard. He picked up the pace as he fucked into David's hungry hole harder,
backing the springs sing alive.

"Give it to me, baby!" moaned David, excitedly. His hole flexed around
Genuwine's cock as it plunged in and out of him. "Cum inside me, papi...,
you know I want it!"

"Good..., here it cums!!" yelled Genuwine, shoving his dick all the way up
into David's ass as he came a shit load of hot sauce into his flaming gut.
	David took all of the hot cum as it filled his bowels full. Nothing
was more satisfying than an erupting cock in his ass. He didn't even worry
about cumming himself, so long as he'd satisfied his man.
	Genuwine leaned into him, slipping his stale morning tongue into
his mouth. David suckled the wet muscle, swallowing Genuwine's spit while
his asshole sucked up his cum.


Pt-2
	The shortest line at chow time is breakfast. Some inmates like to
sleep in late, deciding not to get out of bed until just before lunch
time. For those who make it to breakfast, they are usually greeted with
runny eggs, hard toast, stiff oatmeal or cream of wheat, rubbery pancakes,
stale waffles, or if they're lucky, cold cereal & milk and a piece of
(nearly rotted) fresh fruit.

	18 yr old Vietnamese born Phi Bui slowly slinks his way through the
chow line, his head hung low in a symbol of meekness, which strikes some of
the inmates as odd since Phi Bui's usual cocky demeanor and "kiss my ass"
attitude has been the focus of his existence since his arrival. How
however, he seemed somehow tamed as he quietly collects his meal portions
and makes his way to a table alone.
	Most inmates barely noticed him, having their own agendas to deal
with. But others (who had been watching Phi from afar from the beginning)
notices his change. Raul and his Rootboiz watches from their table. They
were the ones that initiated Phi's new outlook, having cornered and
"punked" him physically (in chap-21. pt-6). From the Mandingo's table, Duke
eyes the lone asian as he sits to himself, wondering what his status is
with the ricans he shares a cell block with? Duke was always eyeing the
room (or the yard) for potential new candidates for his whore harem. With
Nakia gone (temporarily), he had a space to fill for the demand. Inmates
are a horny bunch, with far too much time on their hands, they're always
looking for something to fill the empty space; and sex is a welcome
distraction for a hard dick and idol time.

	It was during his visual sweep of the cafeteria at breakfast, that
Raul Rodriguez spotted his 20 yr old baby brother (David) sitting with the
blacks across the room. His eyes narrow as he rises from his seat. "Ra'...,
wussup man?" asks his middle brother, Carlos. He follows his brother as he
crosses the room and stands at the table of Mandingos.

"Where the hell've you been?" he asked, pulling David by the arm from his
seat.

"Hey...!" yelled Genuwine, getting up as well, followed by Mandingos; Duke,
Marvin, Pete, Wyome, and several others. David yanks his arm back from his
brother's grasp in protest.

"This ain't about you!" said Raul, talking to Genuwine. "It's between me
and my brother!"

"Your brother's with ME now!" said Genuwine, pulling David close, and out
of Raul's reach. Carlos and other Rootboiz moved in as inmates started to
chant FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT!

"EVERYBODY BACK TO YOUR SEATS, NOW!" yelled one of the prison guards,
trying to contain the tension before things got out of hand.

"Come on, David..., we'll talk about this later in our cell!" insisted
Raul, reaching for David's arm.

"No! I'm not a Rootboi anymore!" defied David. "I'm requesting to be
transferred to another block as soon as possible!"

"Are you crazy?! You're a Rod-man! A Rodriguez! We're brothers! We stick
together! Who do you think is gonna watch your back? HIM?" asked Raul,
pointing towards Genuwine. "They stab you in the back as sure as look at
you!"

"Funny how you should mention stabbing someone in the back!" intervened
Genuwine, causing Raul to gaze him questionably.

"What'r you talking about, hommie?" asked Ra', playing dumb.

"Just stating a fact!" said Genuwine, letting it go (for now).

"Come on, David!" ordered Raul again, holding out his hand. David merely
looked at it, and scoffed.

"We're no longer brothers, Ra'..., I have a few family now!" he insisted,
taking Genuwine by the hand. "Go back to your boyfriend, ALEX!" he sniped,
walking off. Genuwine stared Raul up and down hard, then lifted his shirt
to expose his knife wound to his torso before following David out. It
became painfully clear that Genuwine knew Ra' was responsible for stabbing
him. The question was, what was he going to do about it?

"Come on..." he said to his followers, ignoring the hard looks from Duke
and his boiz as they walked back to their seats across the room (much to
the guard's delight).

"What about David?" asked Carlos, concerned. "Duke's boiz'r gonna fuck him
over for sure if we don't do something about it!"

"Nothing we can do about it if David doesn't wanna come back!" surmised
Raul. "He'll have to learn on his own that they're not to be trusted! And
he won't learn that until they've fucked him over a few times too many!"

"But if Duke gets his hands on him...!!"

"I know! But that might be what David's banking on. Remember, he's gay! He
might actually get off on being gang banged!" said Raul.
	Alex sat silently, watching all of the drama unfold as Raul took
his seat next to him, and held his hand under the table.


Pt-3
	While things were heating up out on the floor between the blacks
and the puertoricans, new Aryan leader Bruce Gardner and his boiz (Alan
Cooper and Donald Blake) make their way into the kitchen area (which is off
limits to the prison populace).

"What the fuck'r you doing back here?" asked one of the kitchen staffers (a
fellow convict).

"Which one's Rick McDoogle?" asked Bruce, sternly. He used to be a cop, so
he knew how to intimidate. The black inmate looked into Bruce's eyes, then
nodded his head in the direction of the long black haired tattooed freak
working on the other side of the room.

"He's over there..., working on the prisoners in solitary confinement's
meals!"

"Thanks..., was that so hard?" asked Gardner, staring back at the inmate as
he followed his cellmates towards the other convict.

"Rick?" asked Donald Blake (the youngest of the three ex-cops).

"Who the fuck wants to know?" asked the black haired convict, before
looking up and recognizing the 3 men standing before him. He was preparing
breakfast trays, and was just in the process of loading one onto the tray
truck used to transport the meals into the basement. "Oh shit...!"

"Oh shit is right!" said Cooper, slapping the inmate across the face and
knocking him away from the truck.

"Hey!" yelled one of the other kitchen workers.

"Chill out! We're just talking!" said Gardner, trying to keep any of the
staff workers from alerting the nearby guards.

"What the fuck you guys want?" asked the Aryan worker, holding the side of
his head.

"You know who we are?" asked Cooper, sensing the man's fear even before he
was struck. The man nodded his head, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Which tray is Sarge's?" asked Blake, looking at all the unmarked trays.

"None of the trays are listed to any of the inmates! It insure no one can
be poisoned or tampered with...!" informed Rick.

"Bullshit!" snapped Cooper, gripping the inmate by his collar. "We KNOW
you've been sending messages to Sarge from Snake and Hammer! Tell us which
tray is his, or I'll pound your face so hard, your own mother won't
recognize you at your autopsy!"

"Alright! Alright!" said Rick, believing him. "It's the fifth tray!"
	Blake counted down 5 trays, then pulled the correct one out. He
pulled the plastic lid off the plate to reveal the eggs, grits, and hard
toast staring back up at him.

"See! There's nothing there!" said Rick, hoping they'd leave.
	Blake licked his finger, then ran it around in the cold eggs and
the stiff grits to find a small piece of folded paper under the
portions. Rick sighed, knowing he'd been caught in a lie. Cooper looked
down at him with wild angry eyes and shook his head in disappointment, as
Blake cleaned the note and handed it off to Gardner. Gardner handed Blake
another note, which he then placed in the grits, and then placed the tray
back on the truck.

"Who's scheduled to take these meals downstairs?" asked Gardner.

"I,I,I am!" answered Rick.

"Change of plans!" smiled Gardner, as Coopers fingers tightened around
Rick's collar...


Pt-4
	Downstairs in the basement of the Penitentiary, is Solitary
Confinement, where prisoners who are unruly or at risk are sent to be
isolated from the rest of the populace. In Seth (Sarge) MacCatherty's case,
he was sent there by the Warden for plots of murdering another inmate
(revealed in chap-17, pt-6). As Warden, Dennis Ellis has the right to
confine any inmate his feels is a threat to himself or others. In some
cases, he's been known to keep inmates locked away in those isolated cells
for years. Sarge knows it could be a long time before he sees daylight
again. And in that time, things could change drastically in the Aryan's
block while he's gone.
	Eagerly he sits in his small cell, awaiting breakfast. But it's not
the food he's eager for, it's the information. It's his only contact with
the outside. It's what helps keep his mind sane. Men are known to go crazy
locked away in these cells with no one to talk to, losing their sense of
self with nothing but the cockroaches to keep them company.

	The food cart could be heard rolling down the cement
floors. Inmates grab their trays through the small flip serving door in
their steel cell doors, asking the server what day or time it is before he
moves on. Sarge sees the compartment in his cell door open, as a food tray
is quickly shoved inside. He takes the tray from the server and takes it
back to his bunk and places it on his lap. He takes the lid off, then uses
his fork to sift through the contents to find the note hidden beneath. He
smiles to himself as he wipes the note clean with his paper napkin, then
carefully peels the moist folds open to reveal what's written inside. `Bang
mother fucker, you're dead!' he reads to himself.

"What the fuck is this?" he asks aloud. He goes back over to the cell door
and bangs on it for the server to return. When the server door opens, Sarge
kneels down and peers through. "Who wrote this fucking message?" he asks,
not seeing who he's talking to.
	Suddenly a white hand reaches through the hole, and grabs Sarge by
his collar. Sarge struggles backward, but the hand has a firm grasp before
pulling him forward fast. Sarge's face slams into the steel door before
him. "AHHH!" he yells in pain as the hand pushes him back, then pulls hard
him into the door again. Sarge tries to protect his head from the door, but
that causes the hand to tighten around his collar, choking him. When he
tries to peel the hand loose, he is quickly slammed forward into the door
again. Soon a large knot begins to form on his forehead as blood gushes
from a sever cut. Sarge is quickly dazed as his struggles lessen. He's
pulled up close to the hole, as a homemade knife is placed up to his
throat. "Wh...who the fuck are you...?" he asks, sensing his death is
near. "What do you want..?"

"I want to know everything you know about the escape tunnels!" whispers
Gardner.


Pt-5
	Newly married (what prison cons call male/male arrangements), 32 yr
old former Muslim Amahd lays lazily in bed with 28 yr old Nakia Dawson (his
blushing new bride). Having decided to skip breakfast, they lay in bed
together, cuddled like newlyweds as they listen to the sounds of prison
life around them.
	Officially cellmates now (Amahd's original cellmate [Jamal] moved
in with another Muslim after Amahd denounced his faith), they hardly ever
used the second bed in their cell. Nakia lay his head on Amahd's bearded
chest, rubbing his stomach and occasionally stroking his fat dick while
they relaxed and waited for lunch.

"Do you regret leaving the Muslims to be with me?" asked Nakia, having
thought about it every moment of every minute since it happened.

"No..." said Amahd softly, as he stared up at the ceiling, day dreamingly.

"I hate the idea that you had to lose all of your friends just to be with
me." continued Nakia, draping his smooth shaven leg over Amahd's hairy one.

"Then they weren't really friends, were they?" asked Amahd, sorely.

"Its not that cut and dry, Amahd..., homosexuality is against most all
religions!"

"I'm not gay!" said Amahd, flatly.

"I know..., but what we're doing is still considered homosexu..."

"I'm NOT gay!" insisted Amahd more firmly, causing Nakia to tense up.

"Then what do you consider this?" he asked, curiously.

"I'm a straight man..., doing whatever he HAS to to stay sane in the hell
hole!" explained Amahd.

"Then what does that make me?" asked Nakia, lifting up off Amahd's chest.

"That makes you my woman!" said Amahd, simply.
	Nakia blinked back his shock.

"So I'm not a man in your eyes?" he asked, offended. Amahd looked up at him
expressionless as Nakia climbed out of bed.

"awww..., where you going, baby? I was comfortable this way!" complained
Amahd. Nakia stood in the center of the cell naked, his soft firm ass
making Amahd's dick start to grow and lengthen.

"I'm a MAN first and foremost, Amahd! Regardless of what Duke makes me wear
or look!" informed Nakia.

"Whatever! Bring that sexy ass back to bed!"
	Nakia looked at Amahd, realizing he was arguing to deaf ears. Amahd
saw Nakia's nude body, but he didn't see his dick and balls, or his flat
chest and adam's apple. What Amahd saw was Nakia's femininity, his soft
firm ass, his soft skin, his tender sweet mouth, and his potential to be
whatever Amahd envisioned. Nakia realized that Amahd wasn't that different
from Duke. Duke didn't see Nakia as a man neither, when he made him wear
and dress and turned him into a cock sucking faggot.
	Nakia ignored Amahd's request to come back to bed, and walked over
to the cell's toilet and began to pee.

"What the fuck'r you doing?" asked Amahd angrily as he sprung up from the
bed. Nakia was so shocked by the outburst, that he instantly stopped peeing
and spun around. Amahd walked over to him, then pushed him back onto the
toilet. "From now on, you SIT DOWN when you pee!"


Pt-6
	After breakfast, most inmates head towards the yard for an hour or
more of sunlight and fresh air before continuing with their day. But for 34
yr old inmate Davis Wood, he heads off to the Warden's office for his
prison job as assistant.

"There he goes..." says one of the inmates sitting at his table. "...going
to get his second meal!"

"What do you mean by that?" asked Davis' cellmate, James Derekson (who'd
been sitting at the same table).

"You KNOW what I mean!" said the inmate. "You know what the Warden's
assistants do for him?" James looked around at the other men seated around
him, all looking as if they shared the same thought.

"He runs errands for him!" said James, pretending not to know otherwise.

"Come on man...!" sighed the inmate. "The Warden has people to `run
errands' for him! What he doesn't have, is a regular dick sucker since old
man Rocky Peterson got paroled!"

"Aww come on..." laughed James. "...you can't believe Davis is in the
Warden's office sucking dick all day!"

"Why not?" asked another inmate.

"Cause Davis is straight! He don't roll that way!" insisted James, trying
to keep Davis' cover intact.

"He hasn't given you a blow job late at night after lights out?" asked the
inmate, curiously. "Not even once?"

"Nope!" lied James, firmly.

"Then you need to have a talk with your boi! Cause he definitely must know
a lil sumpthin sumpthin bout dick sucking, or else the Warden would
never've taken him in as an assistant!"

	Davis walks into the coolness of the prison's Administrative
Offices, and is told by the Warden's secretary to "go right in, the
Warden's expecting you!" Davis smiles his hello to the older woman, then
enters Ellis' office and closes the door while Ellis is on the phone
talking business. He motions for Davis to come over, then pushes back from
under his desk and leans back in his chair while talking. Davis notices the
Warden's pants is open, his soft cock and balls spilling out over his
zipper.
	Davis maneuvers himself comfortably between the man's legs, then
lifts his soft dick up to his mouth and starts sucking. Warden continues
talking, while his dick slowly grows in Davis' mouth.

	Davis listens to the Warden's conversation, and discerns he must be
talking to the Mayor about Tempest Williams' prison escape. The media had
been dogging the police for letting such a fugitive escape from
custody. They even suspected that Tempest's injuries were probably self or
purposely inflicted so he could get out of the Penitentiary and into a less
guarded hospital so he could escape. Accusations ran wild as the prison
blamed police, who blamed the hospital, who blamed the security guards on
duty. Everyone involved that night had either been suspended or fired from
their jobs. The media reported that no one knew where Tempest Williams was
hiding, and some even speculated that he probably fled the country.
	Davis Wood sucked and sucked the Warden's hard appendage as he
argued with the man on the other line. With each scream the Warden made
into the phone, his dick throbbed that much more in Davis' mouth. Davis did
his best to give the man a good blow job. He thought it was kind of cool
that he was getting his dick sucked while having a heated discussion via
the phone. The other person on line had no idea that he was being sucked
off, nor did the people on the other side of the Warden's door. Davis
sucked furiously, turned on by the fact that Ellis was talking to powerful
people while he blew him. It wasn't long before he heard Ellis gasp
sharply, then felt his dick swell and start to flood his mouth with a mass
of hot cum.

	After Davis was finished eating his `second meal', Ellis motioned
for him to have a seat while he recuperated. He'd need another blow job
soon, as he was sure to have more arguments to come from reporters.


Pt-7
	Back at the Aryan's cell block, 27 yr old ex-police officer Donald
Blake walks into his former partner's prison cell, to find Joseph Justine
laying on his back, getting his ass pounded hard by a 250 lbs tattooed
biker convict.
	Blake watched as the biker bent Justine in two, pressing the wiry
inmate's knees up to his bare chest and fucking him hard. The springs to
his bed could be heard stretching under each thrust the biker made into
Justine's bare hole. He grunted and groaned beastly, as Justine merely lay
there getting fucked.

	Blake sat on the side, waiting for the man to finish. He felt his
heart strings being pulled as he saw his closest friend on the Force being
fucked like common trash. He wondered how Justine could endure such
punishment on a regular basis, then remembered that Snake kept him well
drugged at all times to dull his pain and insure his cooperation.
	Blake marveled at the punishment Justine's body took on a daily
basis. It was a wonder that he wasn't completely paralyzed by the
fuckings. Most of the inmates treated him like a dog slut, using him as a
fuck hole and not as a human being. Most had issues with him for being an
ex-cop, despite never having a run-in with him on the streets. Blake knew
he could have easily fell to the same fate, had Gardner and Cooper picked
him to sacrifice rather than Justine.

	The inmate atop Justine started to grunt louder as he slammed his
cock all the way up Justine's worn weathered hole. Blake knew he was
cumming inside his friend, and wondered if Justine was even aware?
	The bear biker thrust hard, shoving every inch of his pole up the
cop's ass. When he was done cumming, he yanked his dick out and spread
Justine's legs wide. "Damn..., look at that cop pussy now!" he laughed,
watching it gap open obscenely as masses of warm semen spilled from the
flabby anal lips to soak into the ruined and smelly mattress. "You want a
turn up this cumhole?" he asked, looking over at Blake. Blake said nothing
as he watched the man lower Justine's legs, then climb down off the bed and
get dressed. Once alone, Blake walked over to sit by Justine on his moist
wet bed.

"You awake, buddy?" he asked, looking down at Justine's cum splattered
face. Blake went over to the cell's sink and wrung out a rag to wipe off
some of the gunk on and around Justine's face. "You look a mess, man. These
guys've been going crazy on you, haven't they? When was the last time they
bathed you?" he asked, having to wipe hard to clean off some of the dried
cum which coated his mouth and cheeks.

"Bruce's found a way for us to get out of here!" he whispered into
Justine's ear while he slept. "We found out that old man Sarge had
discovered a secret passageway into Valley Forge Park through tunnels dug
underground during the turn of the century! We may be getting out of here
soon!" laughed Blake. "Tempest Williams isn't the only one able to escape!"
	Justine said nothing as Blake wrung out the cummy rag, then
rejoined him on the bed. "Remember how we used to hang out and get drunk
after work?" recalled Blake, remembering happier times. "Remember the two
girls we picked up while on duty? Remember how impressed they were when
they discovered we were cops? They even offered to suck our dicks! We got a
lot of pussy in uniform, didn't we?" he asked, hoping to receive an
answer. Tears filled his eyes when he realized no answer would
come. "Everything will be alright, buddy! As soon as Bruce says it's cool,
I'm going to take you with me!" he promised.

"You done with him, or what?" asked another horny inmate, standing in the
cell doorway nursing a hardon. Blake looked back at him, then got up off
the bunk as the man stripped naked and flipped Justine roughly over onto
his stomach. "This's how we stick `em on the farm!" informed the hick,
aiming his hardon up to Justine's warn round hole, and shoved inside.
	Justine didn't even grunt from the entry. His hole merely swallowed
up the man's cock up to the balls. The warm walls caressed the man's
swollen member as he started to quickly fuck Justine with short hard
deliberate thrusts. It was obvious that the man was used to fucking sheep
and cattle, as he used Justine like a farm animal. Blake left the room,
having seen enough as he returned to his cell in disgust and shame.

	It was while returning home that Blake saw the commission going on
on the main floor of the block. A group of Aryans had gathered, whispering
and discussing something amongst themselves. Shock appeared on most of
their faces as word of Sarge's death quickly spread. Snake and Hammer
rushed over to Gardner's cell, full of anger and accusations.

"I'm sure you already know..." said Snake, stopping at the cops' cell
door. "...someone killed Sarge this morning!"

"That's awful!" said Gardner, watching television on a small screen TV.

"Don't pretend like you give a shit!" said Snake, angrily. "I KNOW you had
something to do with this!"

"Sarge had a LOT of enemies!" said Cooper, leaning back in a chair, getting
his cock sucked by the bald head Mandingo known as T-Bo! "Getting sent to
Solitary Confinement was the kiss of death for him! ANYONE could've gotten
to him besides us!"

"Nobody DARED touch Sarge til you fuckers came along!" said Snake, thinking
Sarge more as a father figure than an inmate.

"Well..., he's gone now..." said Gardner, matter of fact. "...if you want
to continue being an Aryan, you'd better start taking orders by ME! If
not..., you're free to try your hand in the system alone. And need I remind
you, without the Aryan's backing you, its murder out there!"
	Cooper Chuckled as T-Bo continued sucking his dick.

"Fuck you, Copper!" cursed Snake, retreating. Gardner and Cooper merely
laughed, as Cooper reached down and started to guide T-Bo's head up and
down his dick faster.

"Eat that cock, blackie!" he shouted, joyously. T-Bo choked on the cock as
it reached down into the back of his throat. He did his best to accommodate
the ex-cop's piece, but Cooper was rather rough, and liked using his cock
as a weapon as he cut off the black man's air supply. "You really should
celebrate your new leadership with a hot blow job, Bruce..., this nigger
cock sucker's pretty damn good at it!" suggested Cooper.

"You're right..." said Gardner thoughtfully, as he watched Snake slither
back towards his cell. "...but I'm not interested in some nigger's
mouth..., I'm more interested in getting a piece of reptile ass!"

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