Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:56:56 EDT From: NPhillydogg@aol.com Subject: the hole-45 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! ____________________________________________________________________________ The HOLE/45 EXORCISMS Pt-1 In an attempt to change inmate behavior, Warden Ellis cleared the path for a new religion to begin behind the walls of Piedmont Penitentiary. A radical new Cult called `the Brotherhood' (fronted by its founding member known only as Brother Paul) were granted access into the prison, setting up shop and turning a small band of rooms into a makeshift chapel. Tiny rooms with black cloths draped over the doorways gave privacy to Monk and inmate during the `cleansing' sessions. The Monks drove up to the prison in a small bus. They were each checked and searched for drugs or weapons (as is every visitor to the prison). Once through, they were lead into the Chapel area where inmates lined up to be blessed and confess their sins during and before the riots. Word of the new religious group spread around the cell blocks like wildfire. Most inmates weren't interested in switching or even starting a religion, but there were those who wanted to seek out something spiritual, a connection of sorts as they slowly rot in jail waiting for their prison terms to end. One such inmate was Raymond Sherman (aka Amahd). Having lost his religion and his woman (Nakia), he felt as if he had nothing to lose by seeing what the Brotherhood had to offer. He walked into one of the tiny draped rooms and waited for one of the Brothers to pray for him. Incense filled the Chapel, giving off a nicer smell when opposed to the bleach/musky smell which usually filters throughout the prison. One of the Monks (Brother Jason) came into Ray's room and drew the drapes. He stood face to face with the 6 foot 2 tall black inmate, then removed his hood. He placed Ray in the center of the tiny room, then proceeded to walk circles around him as he chanted in a foreign tongue. Ray watched nervously as the `cleansing' began. A former Muslim, he was very skeptical about following another religion. He was torn, a man without a religion or a belief at the moment. He stood perfectly still while the Caucasian Monk prayed in tongues, then knelt before him. Ray closed his eyes and waited for the change to flush over him, some bolt of lightening or jolt of electricity to awaken a new spirit within him. He expected the jolt to be divine, but was very surprised when he felt his zipper being pulled down. "What the fuck...??" he asked, opening his eyes as he looked down to see what was going on. Brother Jason pulled out Ray's limp manhood, then gulped it within his mouth. Ray started to protest, then stopped himself when he felt the suckling mouth making his dick rise. He looked around nervously, wondering if this was some sort of prank. He had been expecting a religious awakening, not a blow job. He heard the loud groans of another inmate in a booth beside his, and knew instantly that another Monk was sucking him off. What were these guys, faggots in disguise? –he wondered. Ray leaned back against the wall of his booth and closed his eyes as he allowed the Monk to work him over. Brother Jason had only been a member for a few weeks, and wasn't as skilled as Brother Paul or some of the others at exorcising the demons from victims [see "The Cult" in gay/authoritarian for more detail]. He sucked and bobbed his head as he'd been taught in the walls of their refuge, practicing his exorcism skills on other members of the house. But while he did well in those encounters, taking his time to extricate the demons from their souls, --this case was different as he knelt before an inmate, probably convicted of a heinous crime of some sort. Brother Jason tried to take the inmate's dick as deeply as he could, but was having some difficulty. He tried to swallow the thick uncut man-piece as he pushed it into the back of his mouth, but he couldn't get his throat to relax enough to take it all down as he'd been instructed. He tried and tried, choking and gagging on the thick 8 inch black cock as he tried to force it all down. Raymond watched the Monk struggle to swallow him whole, and wondered if he was new at this sort of thing. Brother Jason tried again and again until he felt himself ready to vomit. He stopped the cleansing process right in the middle of the session, replaced his hood shamefully, then dodged from the booth without a word. Ray stood there for a few minutes wondering what was going on, his thick dick still hanging outside his prison pants and slowly shrinking by the minute when the Monk suddenly returned. He knelt back down in front of Raymond, then removed his hood. Ray noticed that this was a different Monk than the last one just before he swooped his dick up into his mouth. Ray immediately noticed the difference when THIS Monk swallowed his thick manhood whole, all the way down to the root. Ray groaned lustfully as the Monk bobbed his head and proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs of his life. Brother Kurt had been a Brotherhood member for years, performing hundreds of exorcisms on men who really needed it. He swallowed the big thick black penis all the way down to the hairy pubes with every stroke, wrapping his thin pink lips and wet tongue around the swelling girth as he quickly bobbed his head back and forth faster. After only a few minutes he could taste the pending demons. He sucked harder, taking the cock deeper as he drew the seeds from within. Raymond gripped the walls of the booth when his orgasm hit. He threw his head back and groaned like an injured lion as his balls contracted to send a nearly endless cascade of thick ropey semen into Kurt's mouth and throat. Kurt (now a devout expert at exorcisms) swallowed each and every rope as it spit from the fat flaring head. He gulped down wad after wad of rich thick semen as it filled his gullet full. When Ray's dick finally stopped shooting, he made sure to suckle the last drops out before removing his mouth and replacing his hood. He stood up and bowed before the inmate, then took off out of the booth. Ray stood there stunned and shocked as he slowly tucked his shrinking dick back into his pants. When he emerged from the booth, he could see other inmates emerging from their booths, zipping their pants and barely able to walk after shooting such amazing loads down the member's throats. Other Monks ushered in more inmates to `cleanse', taking them to the now empty booths vacated by previous inmates. Ray left the Chapel feeling a little different. He knew his faith hadn't changed, nor had his situation, but his balls were empty and his mind at ease if only for awhile. He walked back to his cell block, knowing he would be making another visit to the Chapel very soon. Pt-2 Another Brotherhood member (Brother Lewis) was kneeling before an inmate in one of the tiny booths, sucking out his demons when the inmate (Andre Williams -aka Dre' [last seen in chap-31, pt-6] ) yanked his hardon from the Monk's mouth and pulled him up to his feet. Brother Lewis was startled by the inmate's actions as he roughly turned him around and slammed him up against one of the walls. He lifted the Monk's robe, exposing his bare ass as he ran his hand curiously all over the small pale white cheeks. Brother Lewis was frightened as the inmate rubbed his fingers up and down his ass crack. "Blow jobs'r fine..., but if you want me to blow a load, you gotta give up da booty!" whispered the inmate, falling to his knees behind the Monk. Lewis groaned lustfully as the black inmate pressed his face up between his pale ass cheeks and started eating his clean hole. "uhh...uhh...ohh...ohh..." moaned the Monk, his face flat against the wall. Dre wet the pink pucker thoroughly before pulling out his tongue and standing up behind the religious man. He aimed and pressed his dick head up against the wet pucker and sank his thick fat inches inside. Brother Lewis let out a loud scream as his asshole was penetrated completely by the inmate. Dre didn't hold back, he grabbed the religious man about the waist and began to roughly fuck his ass with deep hard thrusts. Lewis felt the dick ripping through his bowels, tearing up his sphincter muscles as it bore through him like a Mack truck and fucked him deeply. Dre (a 29 yr old gang-banger with a rap-sheet as long as an arm) was no stranger to fucking men's asses. Having raped more than his share of butts in prison, fucking this white-boy Monk was the cream of the crop. He'd always wanted to get a white man on the end of his dick, make him suffer for all the years of torture and hatred his people had endured during slavery. Of course Brother Lewis had nothing to do with that, but Dre didn't care, so long as one of them suffered on the end of his dick. He fucked Lewis hard and deep for nearly 10 solid minutes of brutal uninterrupted sex. No one came to Brother Lewis' rescue while his asshole was being mauled. All of the Monks had their own hands (and mouths) full with the high volume of inmates coming to see them. Lewis had been well trained in exorcising spirits orally, anal exorcisms had not been issued. This was his first time taking a thick dick up his anal chute as he clawed the walls waiting for the exorcism to end. He finally got his wish when Dre's hips picked up the pace, his pelvis slamming into his ass with loud slapping noises. Dre screamed like a man possessed when he rammed all of his meat forward, burying the entire length of his manhood deep in the tortured Monk's buttock and came. Thick loads of hot heavy white cum poured into Brother Lewis' bowels, filling his innards to capacity. Lewis felt every pulsating throb the cock made in his rectum as the inmate hugged him close and panted hard behind him in his ear. Lewis' cock swelled hard just knowing he was being creamed inside. When Dre pulled out, he fell to his knees and sucked the inmate's dick clean. Dre laughed aloud at the white boy's submissiveness, hiding his desire for black cock behind the cloak of religion. He yanked his dick from the suckling lips, then left without saying a word. Lewis remained on his knees as the drapes opened to reveal another inmate looking to be cleansed. He saw the Monk on his knees and didn't hesitate to unzip his pants and shove his hardon into the kneeling man's mouth, making him swallow his hardon whole. Pt-3 Biological puertorican brothers Raul and Carlos Rodriguez went to the Chapel to mourn the death of their father Romero. Romero Rodriguez was killed during the riots (chap-42, pt-3), pushed off the 3rd story catwalk of D-Block. No one was charged with his murder, as an investigation was still underway. Raul and Carlos both sought religious healing, knowing they were the ones responsible for their father's death. While Carlos was the one that actually pushed Romero to his death, it was to save his brother Raul from being raped by their power hungry father. Both brothers shared in the grief, both taking on mental responsibility if nothing else. The weight of their father's death was heavy on their minds as they tour the Chapel for answers. Carlos was taken by one Monk (Brother Fisher), while Raul was taken by another (Brother Quinn). Both men were taken into draped booths where they could hear the low murmurs of Monks speaking in tongues, mixed with the undeniable groans of inmates having orgasmic climaxes. Raul was very skeptical walking into the booth after hearing inmates groan aloud, then seeing one emerge from a booth fixing his zipper. He went into his booth on defense as the Monk placed him in the center circle of the booth, then began walking around him while chanting something in a foreign tongue. Carlos had a similar experience as his Monk did the same thing, then knelt down before him and began to unzip his pants. Carlos said nothing as he waited to see what would happen next. He was shocked to see the Monk remove his hood then swallow his uncut 7 inch Rican cock straight down to the fine black hairs of his crotch. Brother Fisher feasted on the puertorican dick, sucking and swallowing it whole as he quickly bobbed his head back and forth, trying to get the inmate to expel his demons from within. Raul pushed his Monk away when he tried to eat his manhood. Brother Quinn fell back on his robe covered ass as Raul tucked his soft dick back into his pants and began cursing the "faggot" Monk out in Spanish. Quinn ran from the booth as Raul emerged looking for his brother. He walked over to the closest booth and yanked back the drape just as black inmate Davis Wood was dumping a big load down another Monk's throat. He gasped as he came, finally happy to be able to release a load rather than forcibly taking them from his cellmate as he shot wads of creamy cum down the kneeling cock sucker's throat. Raul walked over to another drape and ripped it back to reveal yet another Monk sucking dick. This Monk pulled his mouth off the long white cock he was enjoying and turned around to look up at Raul, his mouth dripping wet with spit as the white dick bobbed before him waiting to be serviced. Raul walked on to the next booth where he ripped back the drape to find his brother Carlos leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, biting his lower lips as he tightly gripped the white Monk's head and came down his throat in hot liquid gushes. The Monk choked and swallowed, taking every drop of Carlos' ball juice before hearing Raul's ramp and raves. "C'mon man, we outta here!" ordered Raul, as Carlos opened his eyes. He quickly pulled his dick from the religious man's mouth and zipped up as he ran after his brother. "Ain't nothing but a buncha FAGGOTS in here!!" he yelled his disappointment as he left the Chapel un-cleansed. He got out into the waiting area where more inmates waited their turns to pray. "This ain't no REAL Chapel!" yelled Raul, angrily. "Ain't nothing in there but a buncha white faggots looking to suck some dick! The whole thing's a fake!!" he said, leaving the Chapel in a huff. Other inmates awaiting their turns grabbed their rising crotches and smiled, --if faggots wanted to suck a thick load out of their dicks, who were they to complain? Pt-4 40 yr old Aryan member Moe Stanley (Hammer) stood inside one of the booths, getting his mighty 9 inch staff worked over by one of the Monks. His concentration was briefly shattered when Raul ripped back the drape to reveal him and the Monk heavily engaged, but once the drape was returned and the Monk continued where he left off, Hammer got right back into the swing of things. He fucked his mighty white cock in and out of the kneeling Monk's mouth, holding his head in place while he see-sawed his dick back and forth with deep plunging thrusts. His cock head burst through the oral ring of the Monk's talented throat with each inward stroke, allowing Hammer to fuck well down into the tight contracting esophagus with ease. Brotherhood member George Birdie sucked and sucked the long white cock, tightening his hungry lips around the slick girth with every withdrawal. He'd been taught (like all the other Cult members) that the more exorcisms they perform the closer they are to achieve a spiritual divine oneness with the heavenly father. Brotherhood members worked hard to achieve this oneness with the lord, seeking to become something more than just a vessel for evil spirits to pass through. Brother Birdie had exorcised 5 inmates at this point, his ravaged throat and jaws already showing signs of soreness as he continued to move forward, swallowing more and more cock until finally he felt the inmate's dick thicken and pulse, then felt the wave of orgasmic eruptions shoot down his throat and straight into the acid pit of his stomach. Hammer leaned back against the back wall, wiping the sweat from his brow as he groaned an audible "fuckin A..." before releasing the Monk's head. Birdie cleaned up Hammer's meat before leaving the booth to find another inmate in need of a cleansing. Pt-5 21 yr old David Rodriguez entered the Chapel looking for answers. He'd lost his father (the man he loved) to the riots, his killers never found. It was as if someone had ripped his heart from his chest. His father's body lay in the prison morgue until his mother could come claim the body and release it for his funeral. Romero's sons (David, Raul, & Carlos) were all refused the rights to attend their dad's funeral, so the Warden allowed them a mock viewing to have one last chance to see their father before his body was shipped and buried in their family's cemetery in north Philly. David seemed to be hit the hardest by his father's demise. Romero Rodriguez was not just David's father, but his lover as well. David had grown a unnatural attachment to his dad, loving him more than a son should ever love his father. He entered the Chapel much like his siblings before him, hoping that the religious leaders here would hold some answers to why his father was murdered and give him solace in his grief and pain. One of the Brothers showed David into a booth where his was placed in the center and circled like the others. David started to cry, sensing something spiritual in the air. The Monk knelt down before him and undid David's pants. David knew it was a sign from his father, a sign that Romero was still with him, watching over him spiritually. The Monk released David's quick rising hardon, and took it into his mouth. David gasped at the warmth that surrounded him, enveloping his mind and body as one. He felt moved by the gesture as the Monk swallowed his cock then started to bob his head back and forth. "Yes..., yes daddy..., yes..., I can feel it..., I feel it!" moaned David hypnotically, seeing his father's vision through closed eyes. The Monk continued to suck him, picking up the pace as David's cock got hard as steel. David screamed out loudly when his dick quickly started to erupt thick salty creamy semen into the Monk's expecting mouth. The Monk gagged on the first burst, but quickly recovered as he expertly swallowed down all the rest. David was in tears as his orgasm continued. He felt totally connected to his father at that point, as if the Brotherhood had somehow bound them together again through sex. David was hit with a divine purpose, and questioned the kneeling Brother on how to become a Cult member? Pt-6 Outside Piedmont Penitentiary, far away from Pennsylvania on route-180 in a dusty old motel, 43 yr old prison escapee Bruce Gardner used his room key to walk into his assigned bungalow carrying a bag of supplies. He wore a workmen's cap pulled low over his eyes to keep down on eye to eye contact with strangers who might otherwise recognize him as the escaped convict from news reports. He sat his bag down on a nearby table and secured the door before checking the window to see if he was being watched or followed. Once certain no one was paying him any mind, he tossed the motel keys on the table and removed the jacket he `borrowed' from Corrections Officer Joseph Dobbins. "Miss me?" asked Gardner, looking towards the bed and the figure he had tied face down on the mattress. 29 yr old Joe Dobbins had been physically beaten and over taken by Gardner after helping him escape from Valley Forge. Dobbins knew he'd made a big mistake accepting Gardner's bribe of a hundred grand just for allowing him to see the tunnels under the prison (back in chap-29, pt-1), but he was in it too deep to refuse helping him escape. Gardner had threatened to tell Warden Ellis everything Dobbins did for him (including allowing him access into Solitary Confinement to murder Sarge (chap-23, pts-3 & 4) if he didn't comply). Gardner also sweetened the pot by promising Dobbins another hundred grand if he drove him out of state on the day of the prison-break. Dobbins knew of Gardner's plans to double-cross his cellmates and go solo to insure his escape. Dobbins also knew a heavy investigation would result from the escape as FBI and local police would question every inmate and employee connected with the prison. Dobbins decided to quit his job and leave the state with his two hundred thousand dollars in untraceable cash and make a new life for himself in the mountains where no one knew him, --but Gardner had plans for that money as well. During the first chance he got (once they'd successfully gotten outside state-lines), Gardner got Dobbins' gun away from him and made him his prisoner, tying him face down to a bed with a gag after forcing him to register for the room. Dobbins complied, hoping Gardner would release him without injury (fat chance). "Quite a little arsenal you had in the trunk of your car..." said Gardner, taking a seat at the table as he spread his legs for Dobbins to see the large lump leading down his pant leg. "...guns, bullet proof vests, ammo..., --looks like you were preparing for an all out war! You wasn't by chance looking to go back on our lil' agreement now, was you officer Dobbins?" Dobbins shook his head `no', willing to say anything to get out of this alive. "I'd hate to think that you were just waiting for me to fall asleep so you could shoot me in the head and keep right on going with all my money..., now you wouldn't do that to an ole' business partner, now would you JD?" Dobbins eyes widened when he saw Gardner starting to undo his pants. "You know in prison, when a man tries to fuck his buddies, they in-turn fuck him back one better. I think it's obvious that you wanted to fuck me over officer Dobbins..." said Gardner, standing up as he walked over to the bed Dobbins was tied to. "...so it's only fair that I fuck you first!" Dobbins struggled against the ropes holding his wrists and ankles spread eagle to the bed. Gardner leaned against the mattress as he ran his hand over Dobbins' ass, squeezing the cheeks through the fabric of his pants. Dobbins protested as he tried to negotiate with Gardner through the gag covering his mouth, but Bruce knew Dobbins had worn through his usefulness. Now that he had Dobbins' car and his money, he no longer needed him for anything but amusement. Gardner pulled at Dobbins' waistband, inching his pants down off his ass to reveal his bare bottom. It'd been a minute since Gardner's dick's taken any virgin ass, and Dobbins' hole looked as inviting as anyone's. Using a big hunter's knife he cut away the ass of Dobbins pants as Dobbins lay screaming for help through the muffled gag. Gardner climbed up onto the bed behind the correction's officer between his spread legs, and pulled his tight ass cheeks apart. Dobbins bucked and pulled at the restraints holding him in place as his ass was mauled by the convicted cop. "You know when I was a police officer for the Philadelphia PD, we wondered how the drug dealer Tempest Williams was getting his drug `Sextacy' around the neighborhood without any of us spotting his couriers. Do you know how he got his drug spread around without our knowledge?" asked Gardner, looking directly down at Dobbins' ass. "He hired elementary school kids to stuff the drugs up their tiny little assholes in big metal spheres (Precinct-23 #1), then his dealers would pull the balls out of the kids asses and cut it up into servings. It was quite ingenious really." Dobbins looked back over his shoulder questionably, wondering why this information was significant? "Can you imagine how those kids asses must felt, being penetrated for the first time by those big metal balls?" he asked, aiming his hard cock head down at Dobbins' tiny tight asshole. "Must've felt a lot like getting butt fucked up the ass without lubricant!" he said, ramming his hips forward. "HHHUUMMMMPPPHHHHHH...!!!!" yelled Dobbins through the mouth gag as Gardner's dick bore into his tight hairy hole. Gardner pushed his hips harder, causing Dobbins' resisting anal ring and tight sphincter muscles to fight back valiantly. The clinching muscles caused excruciating pain to erupt virgin bottom as Gardner reared back only to force forward more of his ample dick into the straining hole. Gardner was no stranger to taking virgin ass, having fucked many in his years as a police officer. How many young runaways (male and female) had he and his partners fucked in back alleyways, abandoned buildings, and parks? Gardner would estimate it in the hundreds. They had more than their fill of tight hot young virgin pussy, life as a Philadelphia police officer had indeed treated him well. The respect and fear of the uniform, the cart-blanche of free food and merchandise from grateful merchants, and all the hooker pussy a man could want. All these thoughts passed through Gardner's head as he bore through Dobbins fighting sphincter to burst into his convulsing colon. Tears flow fluidly down Dobbins face as his rectum was stuffed full of rock hard convict cock. He pulled tightly at the ropes around his wrists as Gardner begin to fuck him, rocking his hips back and forth as he sled his cock roughly through the clinching hole. Even Gardner had to grimace from the rough friction scrapping across his dick. Dobbins' hole was so tight that the course hairs around his anus rubbed roughly into his shaft as he plunged in and out with increasing speed. Gardner knew as uncomfortable a fuck it was for him, it was 10-times worse for the man on the bottom. He fucked into Dobbins big boss muscular body with gut wrenching thrusts, punishing his innards with the continuous jab of his meaty white lance. Dobbins cried out painfully from each and every plunge, his rectum and deep colon feeling every frightful stroke as Gardner took full control of the situation. Gardner was still the MAN. They took away his gun and his badge, but they couldn't take away his pride and libido. No one could fuck a pussy like he could, not McConnell, not Jake, not even the nigger pimp Tempest Williams. Gardner sliced his mighty manhood through the pale white cheeks of Dobbins' ass over and over, driving himself in deep and fucking as if sentencing the man to death by sparing. Dobbins felt the big hard cock breaking through his anal ring repeatedly, his tired sphincter giving up the fight as the cock plunged him relentlessly. The sound of the bed springs popping could be heard over the loud groans coming from the man below. For well over 40 minutes Gardner fucked into the ex-prison guard's tight gripping ass. After awhile the hole stopped fighting and simply lay open under the demanding phallus. Dobbins even stopped resisting after awhile, his body becoming accustomed to the hard pounding at his backside. Gardner noticed his screams of protest sounded more like moans of pleasure as he fucked even harder. Slapping sounds rang out as Gardner's pelvis crashed into Dobbins' buttock again and again. Dobbins could feel the weig.ht of the former cop collide into his back and buttock with every downward thrust, his hips driving the fat cock well deeper into his roost. With a mighty yell of ecstasy Gardner plunged his cock fully into Dobbins hind parts, and came nearly a gallon of cum in his bowels. Dobbins groaned shamefully as his rectum filled his the ex-cop's seed, signifying the literal end of his virginity. Gardner collapsed on Dobbins' back, breathing hard and exhausted. He came hard after laboring so long, his life's essence nearly wrenched out through his balls along with his plentiful load of baby makers. Dobbins lay panting beneath him, his spasming asshole accepting every spurt of cum shot into it. After thoroughly draining his cock, Gardner lifted up off Dobbins' back and climbed out of bed. Dobbins was still moaning softly, looking back at Gardner as he tucked his spent cock back into his pants. "You did a good job here, Dobbins..." he said, giving credit where credit was due. "...I'd love to take you with me, but the extra baggage will just slow me down! But I could tell you were just starting to get into it while I was fucking you, your ass got real nice and juicy wet, --like a woman's cunt does when she's really horny for the cock!" stated Gardner, much to Dobbins embarrassment. "I know I'm leaving you at a time when all you want is more cock, but don't worry..., I lined up for horny truckers that'll LOVE giving that tight lil' ass of yours exactly what it needs. Right fellas?" he asked as he opened the door to 3 big burly truck drivers who came into the room long for a place to park their big rigs! Dobbins screamed into the mouth gag as Gardner gathered up his belongings and left Dobbins alone in the room with his new friends. One of the truckers was already climbing up onto the bed on Dobbins back when Gardner closed the door, he could hear the loud muffled scream from Dobbins as the truck driver drove his ample cock forth, plunging it in the cum filled lining of the ex-guard's clinging rectum. ____________________ NPhillydogg@aol.com