Date: Mon, 28 May 2007 15:56:38 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-24

	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/24
PROSPECTIVES

Pt-1
Warden's Office...

"Where the fuck is my son?!" asks former Philadelphia Police Officer Bruce
Gardner, angrily.

"Calm down, Gardner..., or I'll be forced to call the guards in here to
escort you out!" informed the Warden, unphased by Gardner's anger
display. Gardner realized that he could get more answers if he cooperated,
so he took a deep breath and settled down. Ellis continued once he was sure
Gardner had regained control of himself. "Like I said.., your son requested
a prison transfer, and was sent to another Penitentiary!"

"Which Penitentiary? Why wasn't I informed?" asked Gardner, getting excited
again.

"Chris is 18, an adult by law. He didn't need your consent to switch
prisons, and his request was that it was kept confidential."

"Confidential? For what?" asked Gardner.

"Obviously I'd say he doesn't want you to know where he is!" said Ellis,
sternly. "It's no secret that you and Chris didn't get along! He killed
several police officers by cutting off their dicks, striking out at you and
your uniform! You don't have to be a psychiatrist to see the connection
there! I believe it's safe to say that he didn't feel comfortable sharing a
prison with you!"

"But he's my son!" insisted Gardner, emotionally. "Without me, he'll be
fresh meat for those convicts!"

"I've got news for you, Bruce..., with you here, your son was still being
used by convicts! So it doesn't really matter where your son is located..."

"You don't understand..., I set up his move to the Mandingo block to save
his life! The Aryans would've killed him just to get back at ME had he
stayed in our block!"

"Seems like a lot of people don't like you, Gardner. Which is precisely why
I can't tell you where he is." stated Ellis. "Let the boy serve out his
sentence where he wants to in peace! When he's ready to connect you, he'll
reach out for his mother!"

"Provided he's safe!" sighed Gardner. "Who's going to protect him in that
other prison? My son's a sitting duck! You don't know what's happened to
him in the past 2 yrs!"

"I know what I read in the papers! They were very graphic." said Ellis. "Go
back to your cell, Bruce. With Sarge out of the way, I'm sure you're time
will be well taken by all the scheming you've got planned for your
cellmates. Just make sure the bloodshed is minimal, or else I'll be forced
to come in and shut you down!"
	Gardner said nothing as he silently got up from his seat, and
headed for the door. Ellis got on the intercom as soon as Gardner
left. "Send in Davis!" he ordered, feeling the need for a blow job.


Pt-2
	The prison yard is known for many things; it's the life's blood of
the prison, the only place inmates have to go for a taste or touch of
freedom. It's a safe haven for some, looking to escape the tortures the
inner walls bring as cellmates and tough talking convicts attack them at
every turn. For others it's a social gathering, a place to see faces you
don't normally see on the inside. And for others it's a meet market, a
place to size up new comers and weaklings.

1- Duke Daniels is looking for new recruits to serve as his whores. With
Christopher Gardner gone, Nakia (temporarily) freed, and his other `girls'
graduated (more on that later), he was in the hunt for fresh
meat. Potential candidates from Duke prospective were; Emmett Greene (from
chap-1, pt-2), Shaleem Davis (chap-1, pt-4), possibly Genuwine's new
boyfriend David Rodriguez, and definitely the Vietnamese boy Phi Bui. There
was something about that asian boy that made Duke's dick stiffen. Maybe it
had something to do with all the asian pussy he fucked in massage parlors
around the city? Some of those girls had been some of the most docile women
Duke had ever encountered. They aimed to please, and never complained if
things got a little rough. With no asian pussy available, Phi's ass would
have to do. Duke was determined to get into that ass, especially after
witnessing how some of the Rootboiz were starting to show dominance over
him.
	Phi usually hung his head in public, as if shamed of something and
afraid to look the male inmates in the eye. This told Duke that Phi had
been broken in. Duke wondered if he were for sell?

2- Raul Rodriguez sat with his gang of Rootboiz, keeping an eye on his gay
brother (David) from afar as he hung with Genuwine and his Mandingos as an
honorary member through association. David stayed by Genuwine's side at all
times, knowing better than to be caught in the black populace alone. It'd
be like letting a seasoned pig loose in a room full of starving men. They'd
pick him apart to the bone.
	Raul also noticed how many of the black men eyed his brother as if
he were the last chicken wing in a feast. He didn't like the looks they
gave him, as he was sure they would all devour him alive if given half the
chance. This made Raul very nervous for his brother's safety, but knew
David was going to have to learn his mistakes on his own the hard way.

3- Alex too kept a close eye on David, still having feelings for him. He
made sure not to let Raul catch him though, knowing Raul would get mad if
he sees him longing for his brother. Ever since becoming involved with
Raul, Alex has been living life as a bottom, getting fucked by Raul more
and more often. In fact, Raul was currently making arrangements to move his
brother Carlos in with Phi Bui, and Alex in with him so they could have
even more privacy at night after lights out. Alex wasn't looking forward to
that, and worried his new found position as Raul's bitch may get him passed
around the prison if they ever broke up (eventually).

4- Aryans (Snake), and Moe (Hammer) Stanley, continue to try to gather
members for revolt against current Aryan leaders Bruce Gardner, Alan
Cooper, and Donald Blake. They spread unsubstantiated stories that Gardner
and his crew was responsible for Sarge's death, all to gain control over
Aryan forces. Gardner and Cooper counters by spreading rumors that Snake
was responsible for Sarge's death, claiming he was trying to frame them;
and they substantiated these claims by having a so-called witness who
claims to have seen Snake sneaking off into Solitary Confinement around the
time Sarge was murdered with an ice pick through the neck..., kitchen
helper Rick McDoogle.
	Rick was willing to confirm the lies, as he was more frightened by
Gardner's threats to have his family killed by outside sources, than he was
of any retaliation Snake could do against him in prison. So while most of
the Aryans were torn between the two tales, Gardner seemed to be gaining
ground on followers (due mostly to Luke Murphy's approving association and
his closest buddies).

5- Muslim members kept an eye on their leader (Muhammad) as he goes about
his day with cellmate and suspected sex partner (Abdul) walking close
beside. They mutter to each other in low tones, causing the Muslim
onlookers to wonder what they are discussing. Mistrust and suspicions have
increased since Amahd's dis-fellowship from the religion. Amahd's parting
gift to his former brethren was to cause descension among the believers.

"Everyone seems to have their eyes on us!" said Abdul nervously, as he
walked by Muhammad's side. "Everywhere I turn, I see the brutha's staring!
They're making me nervous!"

"There is nothing to worry about!" assured Muhammad. "We do nothing
publicly that merits investigating! Are you still going to the library to
meet with Copper Jewel?" asked Muhammad, calmly (Muhammad discovered Abdul
used to go to the prison's library for hot blow jobs by the library's 65 yr
old librarian back in chap-5, pt-3 & chap-6, pt-2).

"No!" insisted Abdul. "I stopped after you and I started seeing each
other!"

"Good. Then we have nothing to worry about!" re-assured Muhammad.

6- Marvin Rollins kept an eye on prison guard Malik Jones as he slowly
patrolled the outer parameter of the Yard. Duke was busy scoping the asian
boy, had hadn't really noticed that Malik was overlooking the Yard. When
Duke got up to cross the Yard to talk privately with Raul Rodriguez, Marvin
crept over to the fence Malik walked behind as he surveyed the grounds.

"Sup man?" smiled Marvin, happy to see the shorter officer. Malik fought
back a smile as well, trying to keep his facial expression serious, so
inmates wouldn't think him soft or a push over.

"Hey!" said Malik, stopping to talk.

"Haven't seen you in awhile...been keeping your distance from me?" asked
Marvin, openly flirting as he lifted his t-shirt and started to rub his
muscled stomach. Malik's eyes followed the movements as Marvin's prison
pants loomed down off his waist, giving clear view of his V shaped waist
line and tight curly crotch hair peeking from under the fasten.

"Have to keep a low profile!" said Malik, glad that his dark sunglasses
were hiding his lustful stares. "Warden Ellis and officer Peachtree are
keeping eyes on me..."

"To make sure you're keeping that asshole tight for THEM, no doubt! Right?"
asked Marvin, sarcastically.

"I'm not fucking either of them!" insisted Malik, offended that Marvin
thought him so easy.

"I bet they want to, though!" stated Marvin, somewhat jealous.

"Probably. Why should you care?" asked Malik. "After all, you shared me
with your friend Duke!"

"Yeah..." said Marvin, sounding as if he regret doing that as he squinted
his eyes from the sun and looked over his shoulder at Duke talking to
Raul. "Make sure you stay away from Duke!" insisted Marvin, turning back
towards Malik. "He has a serious hardon for you! I don't want him nowhere
near you! I don't trust him!"

"Trying to keep me for yourself?" asked Malik, fighting a smirk.

"Of course! You're MY pussy!" insisted Marvin, firmly. Malik saw Marvin's
hand creep down to his crotch, toying with the growing lump hidden behind
the prison pants. "You still saving that ass for ME, right? You ain't found
yourself a man since you moved into that new apartment of yours, have you?"

"No." chuckled Malik, thinking it funny how Marvin was trying to run his
life from behind bars.

"I know how that pussy hungers! I know you need it more than I'm able to
give it to you!" said Marvin, causing Malik to go silent. "If I was outside
these walls, you couldn't keep me from fucking that ass every chance I
got!"

"Have you spoken to your lawyer about an appeal?" asked Malik, thinking
about Marvin free on the outside.

"That fucking faggot?" scoffed Marvin. "He's lucky I can't get my hands on
HIM!"

"Thoughts like that is what got you put behind bars in the first place!"
reminded Malik. "If you get out, you'd have to change your life or you'll
end up right back in here again!"

"Maybe YOU can keep me straight when I get out?" asked Marvin, smiling
seductively.

"That could be a long time from now..., unless you're somehow acquitted or
pardoned, neither which I doubt would ever happen." thought Malik aloud.

"Would you wait for me?" asked Marvin, half heartedly. Malik looked
surprised by the question. Was Marvin asking for a committed relationship,
or just pulling his leg?

"What you two talking about?" asked Duke, having finished his talk with
Raul. "I HOPE yall'r making plans for another secret rendezvous real soon?
My dick is starving for some of that cop booty, officer Malik!" Marvin and
Malik were surprised to see Duke walk up. Neither had seen him approach, as
they were so busy staring into each other's eyes.

"Might be awhile before that could happens!" said Malik. "Ellis is keeping
me away from third shift to prevent another repeat of what happened last
time!"

"Well we're just gonna have to figure out another scenario during day
shift!" insisted Duke. "Cuz I ain't hardly giving up that ass now after
I've had it!"

"Come on, Duke..., you have all this prison pussy walking around just
waiting to be fucked..., why chase Malik?" reasoned Marvin.

"I can get prison pussy any time I want!" countered Duke. "It's that cop
pussy my dick is hungry for! I know YOU understand, as many times as you've
hit that lil' ass? I know you know what I'm talking about!"

"Yeah..., but he can't do it no more. His job's on the line now!" reminded
Marvin.

"I don't give a fuck about his job!" said Duke, honestly. "I want that ass!
And if I don't get it soon, on a semi-regular basis..., I'm going straight
to the Warden and tell him just how often you've been giving that ass up
around here!"

"That's a lie!" shouted Malik.

"Prove it!" smiled Duke. "I've got 10 buddies here that'll swear you've
been harassing them for dick since you arrived here! They'll testify that
they'd been in that ass as many times as Marvin has! And given how you've
already been caught once, who do you think the Warden would believe?"

"Blackmail, man? Are you that hard up for booty?" asked Marvin.

"You sweet on this asshole?" asked Duke, countering Marvin's question. "I
KNEW you both looked a lil' too cozy in that bed! (back in chap-14 "Date
nite"). "You let this guard into your heart?" laughed Duke, finding it
funny. "He ain't never gonna be nothing more to you than a quickie, man!
Cops and cons don't mix! And your ass'll be going right back to REAL pussy
the minutes you get out of this mother fucker! So don't even stand here
contemplating setting up house with this nigga when you get out..., cuz
that's gonna be YEARS down the line, and he'd be than moved on to some
other con's dick by then!"
	Marvin said nothing as he absorbed everything Duke said. In his
head he KNEW Duke was right. Marvin wasn't gay. He'd had women in his life
ever since he learned what a dick was made for. He never started fucking
guys until his first prison stay when he learned a man's asshole could be
just as much fun to fuck as a woman's pussy. Once back in the real world,
would he still be drawn to Malik as much as he is now?
	Probably not.

"You KNOW I'm right!" continued Duke. "So does HE!" he added, referring to
Malik. "So..., we gonna set up a second date? Or do I have to schedule an
appointment to see the Warden?"

"I..., I can probably manage something..." said Malik, looking at Marvin
who avoided eye contact. "If that's what you really want!"

"It's definitely what I want!" smiled Duke, giving his dick a tug. "Make it
soon, too!" he added, as Malik walked on. "Maybe we should share him with
the rest of the Mandingos? Show him who's really in charge around here!"

"Yeah..., maybe we should!" agreed Marvin, reluctantly. Duke punched Marvin
in his muscular shoulder.

"There's the Marvin I know and love! Who was this love struck kid looking
to make a home with that dick head?"

"I don't know..., but I'm back now!" smiled Marvin.

"And just in time too!" informed Duke. "I just spoke to Raul about that
asian bitch living in his block! Seems Raul and his Rootboiz cornholed the
lil' pussy to show him where he stood around here! He's offered to sell him
to us if we do him a favor!"

"What kind of favor?" asked Marvin, skeptically.

"One right up our alley!" smiled Duke. "You know him and his brother David
is going through a lil' family feud right now? And Raul don't particularly
like the idea of him living in our block with Genuwine..., and quite
frankly, neither do I!"

"So what do Ra' want us to do about it?" asked Marvin.

"He wants us to fuck him over! Literally!" laughed Duke. "He actually wants
us to use his brother like one of our bitches, to show him that he ain't
safe with nobody but Raul and his Rootboiz!"

"But what about Genuwine? He seems to have gotten attached to David..."
said Marvin, looking over at them from across the Yard.

"We'll just have to pull him back into reality, like I just did with you!"
reasoned Duke. "He'll come around..., and if not, what other choice does he
have?"


Pt-3
	In the Aryan cell block, things are starting to run on schedule
again. Sarge's body is scheduled to be released to his family for burial,
leaving the Aryan's in Bruce Gardner's hands. Gardner calls his first
official meeting as Aryan leader, taking the head seat (Sarge's seat) as
the new head of the Cartel. It's there that Gardner informs followers that
he plans to implement the "no sells rule", cutting off supplies from them
to the other cell blocks, insuring that they get a larger cut of the pie
when demand gets too high.
	Snake is just about the only inmate to openly oppose Gardner's
plan, giving clear sign that he would never follow Gardner's lead. Pissed
by the Aryan's betrayals, he goes back to his prison cell to take out some
of his frustration on Joseph Justine (Gardner's former friend and co-police
officer).

"Fucking pigs!" he grumbles to himself as he throws items around in his
cell angrily. "Everything was good until those assholes came to our prison
block! I KNOW those fuckers killed Sarge!"
	From his bunk, 24 yr old Justine was slowly coming out of his foggy
haze. His memories were befuddled and murky, as he slowly took in his
surroundings. He saw Snake ransacking the cell in tantrum, knowing he was
in danger by the hardcore biker inmate. But due to all the drug residue in
his system, Justine couldn't defend himself nor escape under his own
power. His legs felt like jello, having not walked in (weeks?)
(months?). His eyes caught sight of Snake's the moment the biker noticed he
was awake. Justine tried to defend himself, rising his arms in defense as
Snake ripped off his belt and tied it around Justine's wrists. He bound the
young man tightly as he quickly stripped off his clothes and prepared to
fuck. Justine's legs were thrown up over his head against his will,
exposing his bare ass to his attacker. Justine could feel his asshole
gaping open as Snake placed his cock up to the crater and pushed
in. Justine wailed in shame, feeling little pain as the 8 and 1/2 inch
Aryan cock bore straight into him, laying claim to his inner track as the
sperm of untold inmates started to seep out around his girth.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" yelled Snake, punching Justine across the face
as he fucked him. Justine saw stars as his already loopy mind whirled
around in a dizzy spin. Snake pressed Justine's legs up against his chest,
then power fucked him hard, driving his thick white cock through his gaping
cum filled bunghole.
	Justine could nothing to help himself as he merely lay there and
accepted his fate. Slowly his memory started to kick in, as he recalled
being betrayed by his cop buddies. Bruce, Alan, and Donald, turned him over
to the Aryans to save themselves. He remembered being beaten and fucked,
fucked and beaten until there was no more fight left in him. He remembers
Snake pricking him with a needle, drugging him to make him a "better
bottom". He looked up at the angry biker as he fucked him deeply, ramming
his thick cock through his ass as if his life meant nothing to him. Snake's
eyes were closed while he fucked, day dreaming about something else as his
cock quickly started to throb with excitement. It was an incredibly quick
fuck, as Snake came bucket upon bucket of hot semen into Justine's poor
abused hole. Snake screamed lustfully as he dumped his load into the former
officer. He slumped down over Justine's body, feeling his balls compress to
empty his juices. When his strength started to return, he reached down
under Justine's bed (without removing his cock), and pulled out a
syringe. Justine thought it was more drugs Snake was about to prick him
with, until he noticed that there was nothing in the syringe but air.

"Your friend took Sarge away from us..." mumbled Snake, rising his fists up
as he prepared to plunge the needle into Justine's chest. "...so I'll take
one of his away from him!"

"Noooo...!!" yelled Justine, closing his eyes as he waited to die.
	But before Snake could plunge the needle into his chest, someone
grabbed Snake from behind, and yanked him off of Justine's prone
body. Snake was thrown to the floor like a rag doll, fucking up his
shoulder on the cement floor.
	Snake looked up to see Gardner standing over top of him, his fists
balled angrily.

"You okay, Jo?" asked Blake, rushing to his ex-partner's side. Justine's
eyes blinked open, thinking what he was seeing was a mirage.

"Blake...?" he called, unsure.

"What the fuck'r you doing in MY cell?!" asked Snake, still holding the
syringe as he climbed to his feet in the corner.

"As the new Aryan leader..., I proclaim Justine NO LONGER prison pussy..."
stated Gardner, making this his second official act of the day.

"You can't do that!" snapped Snake.

"Wait..., it gets better!" smiled Cooper, standing beside his leader.

"...and I declare Snake the NEW prison pussy!" continued Gardner, making
that his third official act.

"Fuck you!!" yelled Snake, swinging the syringe in front of him. Both
Gardner and Cooper jumped out of the needle's way, but quickly descended on
Snake before he could regroup. Cooper grabbed his wrist, twisting it until
he dropped the syringe to the floor, while Gardner pounded him in his face
and gut, knocking him delirious. "You fuckers..!" spit Snake, blood
dripping from his mouth.

"How's Justine?" asked Gardner, standing guard over Snake while Cooper
continued to twist his arm sadistically.

"He's in bad shape!" said Blake, helping Jo to sit upright. "This bed is
filthy with cum all over the place! It stinks to high heaven!" complained
Blake.

"Take him to the other bed, and clean him up! He's one of US again!"
claimed Gardner.

"That's MY fucking beaahhhhhh..!!" screamed Snake, as Cooper twisted his
arm harder for resisting.
	As Blake helped Justine up off his cummy mattress, Cooper and
Gardner wrestled Snake to Justine's bed. Cooper mashed Snake's face down in
the wettest section of the mattress, where some of the inmate's cum had
drained from Justine's oversized hole and soaked into the mattress. Snake
could smell the potent semen attacking his nostrils as he screamed for
help.

"No one's gonna come for you, shit head!" teased Cooper, as Blake put a
towel up between Justine's ass cheeks to catch the cum constantly dripping
from his ruined hole. He laid Justine down on the dryer bed, then ran to
the sink to fetch a wash cloth and soap. "Breathe in all that nasty semen,
fucker! You're gonna get used to it!" swore Cooper, making sure Snake got
the scent all over his face and into his pores. "Whose gonna crack this
bitch's cunt?" he asked, looking up at his boss.

"I am, of course!" said Gardner, unbuckling his belt as he began removing
his clothes.

"ah..., you're in for it now, asshole!" teased Cooper, using Snake's own
belt to restrain his hands and wrists. He looped the strap around the
buckle, then tied the long part to the head of the bed rail so Snake's
hands were stretch out in front of him. Whenever he tried to struggle or
kick free, he received another punch into the solar plexus to knock the
fight out of him.
	Blake and Justine watched from the other bed as Gardner placed a
long bed sheet up to the bars for privacy, indicating to the other inmates
that they didn't want to be disturbed. Snake cursed and ranted, trying to
plead and talk his way out of an overdue fucking. But none of the
ex-officers were listening. Fucking men against their will was something
Gardner's team was used to. As officers of the law, they would pull over
drug dealers and traffic violators for routine stops, then force them to
perform oral or anal sex if they felt they needed discipline of some
sort. Many men fell under their sexual act, but they hardly ever got called
for reprimand, as most of the violators (mostly blk drug dealers) didn't
want to be known as rapees, enabling Gardner and his men to get away with
it for years.

"Time to kiss that ass goodbye!" teased Cooper, holding Snake's legs as
Gardner anointed oil to his tight bunghole. Despite snake's pleas and
threats, Gardner climbed up onto the bed and aimed his amazing thick 9 inch
cock up to Snake's hole, and pressed in.

"AAARRHHHHHH!!" screamed Snake, fighting the penetration by clenching his
ass cheeks and tightening his hole. Gardner punched him in the back of the
head, then pressed in deeper, gaining ground inch by agonizing inch. "You
fucking PIGS!" yelled Snake, feeling his asshole rip open under the strain
as Gardner's cock bore deeper. It was like being impelled on a telephone
pole. Gardner quickly tired of Snake's girlish screams, and stuck tube
socks in his mouth to shut him up while he fucked him. Snake bit down on
the stale dirty socks as his asshole was mauled over.

"Fuck that bitch, Bruce! Show him who's boss in the joint!" encouraged
Cooper, his own cock rock hard and aching to get into the biker's tight
hole.
	Bruce hadn't gotten off sexually since before his arrival to the
prison. Thinking back, Bruce realized his last climax was back before he
got shot (in Precinct-23 #18), when he last raped his patrol partner Jake
Valentine in his apartment building. It'd been months since that day, and
Bruce's balls were swollen with juice which needed a place to be planted.
	He fucked Snake's ass hard, without care of regret. He didn't like
the tattooed biker from the moment he met him. Bruce knew this moment was a
long time coming, and he planned to enjoy every single minute of it as he
pounded at the struggling man's back door with increasingly hard
thrusts. Snake's grunts and groans sounded painful, but not enough for
Gardner, as he wanted the biker to really suffer for being such a thorn in
his side.

	Cooper watched Gardner's cock go in and out of Snake's ass from the
foot of the bed. The huge white cock emerged from the murky depths with a
little more blood and a little more shit with each deep withdrawal. Snake's
ass got slicker and slicker with every thrust, lubricated by the oil and
the shit coating Gardner's cock.
	Bruce grabbed a fist full of Snake's stringy long hair, and yanked
his head back painfully. He growled in the man's ear, telling him how
worthless he was as a man and how he deserved to serve under "real men"
like him and Cooper. "From now on you will give this ass up to any Aryan
who wants it who follows my lead! If I hear from anyone of them that you
refused them serve, I will plunge that empty syringe you planned to kill
Justine with, into your own heart and watch you die a horrible death! Do
you understand me scumbag?" asked Gardner through grit teeth as he humped
even harder to emphases his seriousness.

"Ye...yeah! YEAH!" yelled Snake, feeling the cock slam into his innards and
beyond.
	Gardner was really fucking the living shit out of him, showing him
that he was nothing in his eyes. Snake never felt more worthless than at
this very moment, being fucked up the ass by an ex-cop in his very own jail
cell, was humiliating beyond anything that's ever happened to him thus
far. And now he learns that Gardner planned to share his ass with the rest
of the cell block, lowering his status from Sarge's right hand man, to
prison pussy.
	He felt Gardner's thrusts increase as his cock thickened in his
bowels. Snake cringed in pain as Gardner shoved his cock all the way up
into him, then came a geyser of cum. Not having cum in months, Gardner's
sperm supply was plentiful. Snake felt the cock jump and jerk inside of
him, firing hot spurt after hot spurt of cum into his gut. The stream of
semen seemed unending as the cock continued to pour and pour cum into
him. Soon his rectum became very slick and wet with cum. Gardner laced the
entire hole with his potent essence, pulling his cock out to make room for
the next one.

"Bout time!" complained Cooper, immediately taking Gardner's place as he
laid down on Snake's back and rammed his hard upward curved 7 inch cock
directly into Snake's shitty cummy hole with one quick thrust.

"AARRRRRHHHH!!" screamed Snake into the socks as Cooper started thrusting
in and out of him quickly.
	Cooper wasn't into long drawn out sex scenes or finesse, all he
liked was plunging his cock into some poor sap's asshole and fucking until
he got his nutt off. If the guy getting fucked just so happened to like and
gets off too, so be it, but Cooper wasn't about pleasing his partners.

	Snake grunted and groaned from every deep planted plunge Cooper
made into his ass. He pulled at the belt straps as the leather cut into his
wrists. He couldn't help looking over at Justine sitting on the other bed,
watching him get fucked as Blake continued to clean him up. Justine watched
transfixed, justice finally coming his way as he watched Snake struggle
against hope to end his torture. A small smile crept into the corners of
Justine's mouth as he thought of the irony of it all. Karma was a bitch
indeed!

	Cooper pounded into Snake's bare backside for a solid 10 minutes
before he filled his bowels with cum. Snake felt the cock jerking with life
inside of him, and knew the cop was cumming in him, but Cooper never
stopped fucking, continuing his thrusts straight through into the second
fuck as he lined Snake's ass with his natural lube.
	Snake chewed on the dirty tube socks as his aching ass was fucked
yet again. Gardner cleaned his own horse cock on one of Snake's shirts
before washing his cock off in the cell's sink. Cooper fucked Snake's tight
smelly hole until he erupted into a second time. The second cumming was
even harder than the first, as he squirmed and withered around on the bound
man's back while his balls wrenched out its final load. But when Cooper
pulled out, he wiped his dirty cock off on Snake's rugged face and hair
before peeing all over his head and shoulders. Snake spat out some of the
piss that entered his mouth unexpectedly.

"Want some of this pussy before we open it up to the public?" asked Cooper,
looking towards Blake and Justine.

"I'll fuck him after he's cleaned up!" passed Blake.

"I'll fuck him!" called Justine, unable to pass up the chance to redeem
himself.

"You sure?" asked Blake, knowing how weak Justine is.

"Yeah..., just help me over to the bed!" pleaded Justine. Blake helped him
to his rubbery feet (having not stood in weeks), then guided him over to
Snake, whom struggled against the straps to free himself. Submitting to
more powerful men was one thing, but to become pussy to a former pussy, was
more than Snake could take.
	Justine's rectum was in such array, that he couldn't achieve an
erection hard enough to penetrate Snake's tight greased hole, so he had to
console himself by just urinating all over the inmate's head. Then Cooper
got a devious idea, and flipped Snake over on his back and made Justine
squat over his face. Snake tossed his head from left to right, trying to
avoid getting any of the discarded anal slime that dribbled from Justine's
abused hole on his person. When Cooper got behind Justine's bent waist and
unexpectedly shoved his cock all the way up into the former officer's ass,
Blake thought he had lost his mind. But the instant Cooper removed his cock
from the open colon, a flood of cum cascaded from the oversized manhole,
pouring down onto Snake's mug like a faucet as gobs and gobs of cum covered
his face and gasping mouth.
	With that, Gardner ripped down the sheet wall, and declared Snake's
ass "open for business!" Outside the cell a line had already started to
form; headed by Luke and some of his followers. The most surprising (to
Snake at least), was Hammer, who stroked his thick 9 inch mallet as he
awaited his turn at the fallen Aryan's ass as well. One by one they poured
into Snake's cell, lining up to fill his anal gut with their cocks in a
show of support to their new leader.

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