Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2007 18:58:44 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-50

	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/50
HONOR AND REDEMPTION

Pt-1

	It'd been several days since Raul Rodriguez was thrown into
Solitary Confinement, in that time he'd had plenty of time to reflect over
his past, present, and future. Raul was plagued with nightmare images of
his father's death; falling over the edge of a 3 story catwalk to his
demise. Stuck in a tiny room with nowhere to go, no one to talk to, no
light, no phone, no motor car, not a single luxury..., Raul felt as if he
were slowly starting to lose his mind as he went to sleep crying and
screaming every night.

	During his release from Confinement (a few days later), he found
himself still lost and alone. Unable to return to his prison block, Raul
turned to the Chapel where he sought out his youngest brother David, who
now served in the Chapel as a member of the Brotherhood.
	Raul pushed away several Monks who tried to pray for him or take
him into one of the booths for a `cleansing'. After several minutes of
screaming his brother's name, ripping drapes off of booths to find his
brother, David ran up and grabbed Raul by the arm.

"What is it, Raul? Why are you in here yelling and acting crazy?" he asked,
whispering undertone as he tried to be inconspicuous.
	Raul turned to David in tears, his body trembling with total fear.

"I...I have something to tell you, Davey..." he stammered with a quivering
voice. "...something important...about daddy...!"
	David felt a chill run up his spine as he dragged Raul into one of
the booths for privacy. He'd never seen his older brother in such a state;
vulnerable, scared, emotionally unstable. It pained him to see his brother
in such dire straights, yet it somehow humanized him from the high powered
Godfather he pretended to be.

"What is it, Raul? What's wrong?" asked David, feeling afraid for his
brother.
	Raul took a moment to collect himself, wondering if what he was
about to do was truly necessary? He tried keeping his mouth shut about his
dad's death, pretending to know nothing about it or who did it or how it
happened. But the lie was tearing at his soul, making it virtually
impossible for him to function without seeing, thinking, or imagining him
somewhere around. As if haunting him from the grave!

"I...I know how dad died..." he said, looking down at the floor rather than
his brother's face. "...I know..., because I killed him...!"

Pt-2

	Since the new Cartel was formed (Axe from the Aryans, Genuwine from
the Mandingos, and Carlos from the Rootboiz) drug paraphernalia has been
plentifully on the rise again. With each group under new leadership,
everything seemed to be going good and running on track.
	New Aryan right-hand man (Philadelphia police officer Malecee
Cortez) Roc, walked through the prison's laundry room looking for
someone. He ignored all the eyes upon him as he walked down into dark
corridor and into a desolate stairwell where he finds prison guard Malik
Jones waiting for him.

"All this cloak and dagger is getting to be a bit unnerving!" said Cortez,
stepping into the stairwell (the only place in Piedmont where they haven't
yet installed cameras).

"You get used to it after awhile." said Malik (a former detective for the
Phlia PD). "I don't know how else to say this other than to just spill it
out..." said Malik, making Cortez's blood chill. "...McConnell says Jake is
missing. He called off work a few days ago and hasn't been seen since. His
car's gone, but the house shows no forced entry nor any signs of foul play!
Do you have any idea where he might've gone?"

"Gone? Uh..., no. Not at all!" said Malecee, his mind wandering
frantically. "Do you think Gardner's got him? I mean..., he's tried to kill
him more than once (back in Precinct-23)."

"They're not ruling out anything. McConnell has a call-in for Jake's car,
if its anywhere in the city they'll find it!"

"And if it ain't?" asked Malecee, feeling helpless.

"If you want to forego the investigation to help look for him, you can!"
informed Malik.

"And what about the investigation?" asked Malecee. "All this would be for
nothing?"

"We have a lead on Ellis' program, I have an inmate that might be willing
to testify against him if I can get a deal worked out for him with the
D-A."

"And if not...? Then MY testimony will be crucial?" asked Malecee.

"Look, its up to you! None of us are telling you what to do! Just know that
McConnell is on top of finding Jake, he's just as important to us as he is
to you!" reminded Malik.
	Malecee breathed easier knowing that Jake had half the police force
out looking for him.

"I'll stay..." he said, reluctantly. "...just KEEP me informed at all
times!"

"That's not all..." said Malik, the barer of bad news. "...Joseph Justine
is scheduled to return to Piedmont today, there's a chance he might be able
to blow your cover! How well did you know him at the Precinct?"

"Not well at all. We worked different shifts and ran in different groups!"
said Cortez.

"Do you think he might recognize you if he saw you?" asked Malik.

"I don't know..." said Cortez, thoughtfully. "I guess I'd just have to make
sure he doesn't see me!"

Pt-3

	Raymond Sherman (aka Amahd) couldn't get Abdul Shabott out of his
mind since the night they made love. Ray (having lost his `women' [Nakia]
to Ellis' slave-ship) saw Abdul as a second chance for love. He knew Abdul
had a history with Muhammad, but from the sounds of it, it might be over
between them.
	Sure Ray knew it was a long shot that Abdul would leave the only
man he'd ever love for him after only one night of passion, but he knew he
could give Abdul something Muhammad could never give, --his heart without
fault or compromise.

	He watched Muhammad and Abdul around the prison, checking out just
how often they were in each other's company and how happy Abdul did or did
not look with him. He watched them during breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
--keeping a respectful distance but always lingering nearby.
	Abdul acknowledged Ray's presence, but looked fearful that he might
say something inappropriate in Muhammad's presence. Ray kept his cool,
opting to catch Abdul alone to find out where things stand.
	He found him in the Yard, while Muhammad talked silently with a
small cluster of Muslim Councilmen.

"So wussup, Abdul?" asked Ray, walking up to Abdul when he least expected
it. "I see you still hanging around with Muhammad! You two still an item?"

"Amah...I mean, --Raymond...I'm sorry man..." offered Abdul sincerely,
keeping an eye on Muhammad from across the Yard.

"So..., after all that talk about how Muhammad didn't appreciate you, how
he put his causes ahead of you and your feelings..., you okay with all that
now? You ready to go back being his second priority?"

"Look Ray..., I know I was wrong coming to you like I did..." defended
Abdul in a low whisper for privacy.

"You think that's what this's about?" asked Ray, flabbergasted. "I like
being the one that you come to when you need to talk honestly and openly to
somebody! I like being the only one you feel you can turn to in your time
of stress! I ain't saying you were wrong to come to me..., I'm asking if
being with a man who doesn't hear you the way I do good enough for you? Are
you willing to settle for that in a relationship?"

"Muhammad and I have a history...!" explained Abdul.

"Yeah, a history of hurting you!" countered Ray, causing Abdul to
frown. "I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, Abdul..."

"Wow, you're not even trying?" asked Abdul, sarcastically.

"...but you can't deny what we had the other day! That wasn't just two men
fucking back there, that MEANT something!" insisted Ray. "Or was it just
me?" he questioned, sensing Abdul's hesitation. "Are you telling me that
THAT meant nothing to you? You fuck all your men that way?"

"Now you sound like Muhammad right now!" said Abdul, fidgeting
uncomfortably.
	Raymond sighed, catching himself in the act.

"You're right..." he agreed, changing his tone. "...it's just hard to watch
someone as special, allowing himself to be treated anyway but the way he
deserves!"
	Just then Muhammad walked up, having finished his conversation with
Shaheim, Jamal, and Kaseem.

"Well..., its done." he said calmly, waiting for a response.

"Just like that?" asked Abdul, surprised the Muslims didn't put up more of
a fight.

"Just like that!" said Muhammad, shrugging his shoulders.

"What's up?" asked Ray, curiously.

"Muhammad denounced Islam..., he's a regular citizen now." announced Abdul.

"Wow..." said Ray, astonished. "...what brought this on?"

"I say it's about time!" said Abdul, glad to finally have the Muslims out
of their affairs.

"I've been a Muslim since I arrived here..." said Muhammad, thinking back
fondly. "...hard to believe its all over."

"Well..., you're not alone..." said Ray, slapping Muhammad on the
shoulder. "...WE'RE here with you every step of the way!" "Thanks." said
Muhammad, acknowledging Ray's statement. "Oh, and by the way..., the name's
Derek!" countered Muhammad.

Pt-4

	Hidden away from prying eyes and ears is 36 yr old Muslim leader
Rashad Maheed, holding a secret meeting with Mandingo leader Genuwine under
the watchful eyes of his Muslim brothers (Balil, Khalil, and Bahsil).

"You know, when I struck this understanding with Duke, I never would've
thought someone else would be taking over his base of operations!" said
Rashad, taking the payoffs Duke promised under previous rule. "I'm just
glad to see you're honoring his debts!"

"Why wouldn't I? You're still honoring yours, right?" asked Genuwine,
bringing an insincere chuckle from Rashad.

"Of course, my brutha! So long as our arrangement keeps bringing in profits
like these, the Muslims are at your disposal!" he offered, stuffing the
goods in his dress before signaling to his boys to move on.
	Genuwine snickered to himself, having no respect for Rashad and his
shady business practices. He only respected people who were up front with
their stuff, trying to play both sides of the fence only got people hurt.

	Rashad exited the meeting with his entourage in tow. He walked
straight back into the block, rolling like a gangsta when he came across 19
yr old Morris Jenkins watching television in the TV room. "Yo, young
blood..., follow me!" he insisted.
	Morris got up from his seat and reluctantly followed Rashad back to
his cell. Rashad said a few words to his boys before dismissing
them. Morris could tell by the smirks on their faces that they knew what he
was in stored for. "Get in here!" ordered Rashad, grabbing the sheets off
the bed to hang as drapes for privacy. "Get undressed!"

	Morris began to unbutton his shirt as Rashad secured the
sheets. When he was done hanging them, he turned and began undressing
himself. Morris watched nervously as Rashad's full 7 and 1/2 inch hardon
came into view. Since coming to Piedmont Penitentiary he'd been on the
receiving end of that dick more times than he cared to count. Rashad
treated him more as a piece of property to fuck than a fellow man or human
being, as far as he was concerned Morris only existed to take his loads,
nothing more.
	Morris tried reasoning to Rashad man to man, telling him that he
wasn't gay and that he didn't "feel right" allowing another man to use his
body in such a way. But Rashad only laughed at Morris, telling him if he
didn't put-out for him, he'd be putting out for the entire cell block. He
said there were men "aching" to get their dicks up his ass, and that many
of them had huge dicks and loved to rape men into the infirmary. This (of
course) scared Morris into allowing himself to be sodomized over and over,
taking many of Rashad's hot loads deep in his resisting gut or down his
convulsing throat.

"Come on..., let's get this over with!" said Rashad remorselessly, leading
Morris over to the bunk. "Hands and knees..." he ordered, wanting to take
Morris doggy-style.
	Morris got down onto his hands and knees on the edge of the bunk,
his ass facing Rashad vulnerably. He knew from previous experience that
Rashad would anoint his asshole with a small amount of lubrication, then
bore his entire dick into the tiny hole carelessly.

"You should be grateful that I'm the one fucking you..." said Rashad,
adding a small amount of lube to Morris' asshole before shoving a curious
finger in. "...most of these inmates wouldn't give a shit if you had lube
or not! I'm actually doing you a favor!"
	`A favor??' --thought Morris, feeling Rashad's dick head pushing
into his anus. Morris' muscles tightened automatically as the dick forced
its way into him.

"AAHHHH...!!" yelled Morris uncomfortably, digging his fingernails into the
mattress. Rashad gripped him firmly by the hips, pushing more of his dick
in without mercy. "AARRHHHHH...!!" screamed Morris, feeling his anal ring
pop open as the dick bore straight through into his rectum.

"Awww shit...!" glee Rashad, grounding his pelvic bone into Morris' ass
cheeks.
	Without waiting for him to adjust, Rashad started thrusting quickly
in and out, fucking the teen's ass with hard deep strokes. Morris tried his
best to relax his anal muscles, to ride the thrusting dick through to
conclusion as he squinted his eyes shut and chewed his lower lip to reduce
the pain.

	Rashad fucked Morris hard and deliberate. He liked watching his
dick sliding in and out of the boy's tight ass cheeks, fucking his anal
guts deeply as he pulverized the hole and made Morris' strong male body
wither and whimper in pain.
	It's a rush for any man to watch another man suffer on the end of
his dick. It shows power and dominance, making a man do something against
his nature that he doesn't want. As Rashad got closer and closer to losing
his load to Morris' hot depths, he fucked harder with wilder storkes,
causing Morris to scream out in excruciating pain.

	Morris tried to take the fucking (just like he'd taken the others
before), but his body would never accept the foreign object being
uncomfortably forced into it. Morris begged Rashad to stop, or at least
slow down to allow him time to adjust. Rashad ignored Morris' pleas and
only fucked him harder. He pounded his ass mercilessly, ripping through his
anal ring with blunt force and solid strokes. A small trickle of blood
began to excrete from the depths of Morris' torn hole as Rashad beat his
pussy to death. At that very moment Morris snapped, reaching back to shove
Rashad back away from him as he jumped up from the bunk and began beating
Rashad across the face with his bare fists.
	Rashad tried to defend himself from the surprise attack, but was
met with a strong knee to the groin. With his balls throbbing in deliberate
pain, Morris grabbed him by the head and proceeded to smash his head
backwards into the cell wall.

"What the fuck's going on in here...?!?" asked Rashad's boys, ripping down
the sheet and rushing into the cell to aid their leader. By now Morris had
been driven madd by his continuous rapes, and fought the men as they
quickly rushed him to the ground and beat him into unconsciousness.
	Rashad was taken down to the infirmary bleeding from the back of
his head with a concussion. While Morris was thrown into Solitary where he
would spend the next several nights contemplating his actions.

Pt-5

	Outside the prison a lone prison van pulled up to the gate carrying
a single inmate (back from his brief break from prison life in Federal
custody). He was passed through by guards and taken straight to Processing
where he was stripped and searched vigorously before being clothed and
thrown back into population.
	His return was all the buzz around the Aryan block with members who
felt double crossed and cheated from the freedom promised by Gardner and
his régime. 24 yr old Joseph Justine walked through the cell block back to
his assigned cell, knowing what was in stored for him as angry eyes watched
his every step.

	When he returned to his assigned cell, he saw that it had been
trashed already by the inmates. His bunk was capsized, his toilet
overflowed, his cell toilet papered, his dest turned over, and his mattress
cut to shreds.
	He flipped the mattress back onto the bedrails and laid down. Not 3
minutes later the inmates crowded in at his cell door, --Hammer, Luke, Ace,
Rally, and Cody leading the way.

"So..., you and your fucking cellmates thought yall were gonna double cross
us on the escape, eh?" asked one of the inmates, closing in on
Justine. "Two of them dead, and one damn near dead on the loose..., serves
their asses right for what they did to us!"

"But it ain't nothing compared to what WE're gonna do to you, cop-shit!"
	With that, the inmates rush Justine and begin tearing at his
clothing. In seconds he was naked, his head twisted in one direction as his
mouth stuffed full of rock hard cock, while his ass was twisted in another
direction and forced open by another hard cock. The two inmates raped his
willing holes violently, using extra aggression to make his raping
particularly unpleasant.

	Justine suffered through 10 minutes of straight rough fucking
before the guy in his mouth shot a huge cum deposit down his
throat. Another inmate quickly took his place as the guy in his ass started
to cum. Justine was passed around all afternoon, his holes clogged to
overflowing by the onslaught of semen.

"Planning on getting some of that pig-ass, Roc?" asked Axe, passing by
Cortez's cell on his way to view the show.

"Naw..., I'm not into gang bangs." stated Cortez, trying to keep as far
from Justine as possible.

"Might make an exception for some cop pussy, though?" said Axe, rubbing his
dick bulge. "Ever fuck a cop before?" he asked suddenly, nearly catching
Cortez off guard.

"uh..., no!" answered the undercover officer.

"I have! It's some wild shit! A real high, --taking some copper's butt
pussy without his consent! You know Snake and I raped a black State Trooper
back when we used to ride together in a gang, --back before HE became
butt-pussy himself!" recalled Axe, vividly. "We got pulled over for riding
our bikes `under the influence', and ended up beating the shit outta the
coon faggot before butt fuckin' his sorry ass up in the woods! Made him
suck our cocks and eat cum, then dumped a huge fuckin' load in his tight
black ass! Was one of the best fucks of my life!" thrilled Axe.
	The whole story left Malecee feeling a bit unnerved, wondering what
they would do to him if they ever found out he too was a cop in disguise?
He could see Axe nursing a full fledged hardon under his rubbing
hand. "Shit man..., all this talk about cop fuckin's got my dick all hard!"
he chuckled. "Think I'll go down and pay that cop a visit! If you hear
hollerin', it's just me havin' fun!" joked Axe, heading on down the
hall. Cortez wanted to go help Justine somehow, but knew no real inmate
would risk putting himself in jeopardy for a pig without drawing attention
to himself.

	Cortez decided to just keep a safe distance between him and Justin
just in case he recognized him from the Precinct. All Roc needed was for
Justine to remember him and blow his cover!
	He tried ignoring the noises coming from Justine's cell, but found
his curiosity too hard to resist popping his head in after a few hours of
straight intense fucking had passed. When he looked in he saw ex-officer
Joe Justine getting anal fucked by Hammer, his knees pressed down about the
sides of his head as the 40 yr old white supremacist did push-ups in and
out of his ass with his solidly hard 9 inch stiff dick, plunging it
straight through his ass and into his very bowels and intestines.

Pt-6

	In the prison Chapel, Raul Rodriguez told his little brother David
everything about the night he killed his father. He told David how Romero
tried to overpower him physically by attempting to rape him up the ass as a
sign of dominance. Tears flowed from his eyes as he described how they
fought until Romero fell over the edge to his death. Raul begged his
brother for forgiveness, breaking down as all of his emotions hit at once.
	David Rodriguez felt ill after discovering that his oldest brother
had indeed murdered their father in cold blood. David Rodriguez was angry
and wanted his brother to be punished for what he did, taking away the one
man that loved him totally and unconditionally. But the new religious
`Brother David' felt sorrow for Raul, sensing his pain through his tears.

	David comforted his brother in his arms until Raul's tears became
manageable. Once he became a little more coherent, he decided to perform a
`cleansing' on his brother to rid him of all the evil demons residing in
his darkened soul.
	Raul was resistant at first, believing the Brotherhood merely a
bunch of `cock sucker' looking to cop free feels off straight men. But once
David started chanting and circling Raul's body in prayer, he started to
feel some sort of spiritual gravity starting to take hold of him.

	David circled his brother for several minutes, repeating the prayer
again and again until the moment of exorcism. While Raul's eyes were
closed, David dropped to his knees and unzipped his brother's prison
slacks, pulling out his penis and popping it into his mouth. Raul made no
move to stop him as David worked his lips back and forth along the soft
shaft until it started to grow and lengthen into a 6 inch uncut hardon.
	Raul leaned his head back as his emotions touched onto a spiritual
plane. He smiled as a sudden warmth washed over him, causing his entire
body to tingle with joyous glee. Raul felt as if his body were being lifted
off the ground without moving. At that very moment he felt as if his
father's spirit were passing through him, telling him not to dwell on his
death but to look towards his future and look after his mother and
brothers.

	Raul started to laugh aloud as David continued to labor over his
erection. He bobbed his head back and forth, sucking, slurping, and
slobbering all over his brother's hardon, trying to draw out his demons. He
could feel the penis starting to pulse and throb as he tightened his lips
and sucked harder. After only a few minutes, David could feel the full
force of Raul's demon seed pumping fully into his mouth.
	David fought to keep up with the gush of semen flooding his mouth
as he gulped and swallowed as fast as he could without spilling any. Raul's
body shook and shivered as the seed expelled from his loins, a lone tear
escaping his eye as the spirit slowly left his body.

	David sucked his brother's dick clean, then placed it back in his
pants and stood up. Raul hugged his brother tightly, feeling more connected
than ever. "I felt him, Davey..., he was here! I felt daddy!" he whispered,
causing David to cry joyously.

"Maybe this can be the start of something new...!" smiled David, showing
his brother to the door.

Pt-7

	Derek Bright and Cameron Winters (Muhammad & Abdul) sat in the
quiet tranquility of the jail cell, relaxing in each other's company. For
the first time in a long time, Derek Bright felt free, without having the
weight of the world on his shoulders.
	Being a Muslim leader held a lot of responsibility: --role model,
influence, guiding councilor, confidant, preacher, priest, father figure,
lawyer, you name it. Being able to just sit back and relax without having
to listen to someone's problems, to right some wrong or injustice felt
good. With Cameron by his side, Derek Bright felt like he could withstand
the next 9 years of his prison sentence without complaint.

	For Cameron, he was just glad to have his man `home'. Muhammad had
spent so much of his time defending others, that he barely had time left at
the end of the day for himself, let along them as a couple. Sex was the
only form of expression Abdul got, leaving a large hole in their
relationship that was in much need of repair.
	But now as a new road was being paved before them, they saw nothing
standing in their way from really expression all the love and admiration
they felt for one another.
	But just then...

"Muhammad..., could WE talk to you for a minute, my brutha?" asked one of
the Councilmen (Jamal).
	Derek and Cameron sat up in their perspective bunks. Cameron was
the first to jump to his feet.

"His name's Derek, now! And he has nothing to say to yall!" answered
Cameron, angrily.

"We understand that you may be a little upset with the way we handled
things..." said Jamal, offering a side stepped apology. "...but you have
heard that Rashad was taken down to the infirmary, right?"

"After raping some kid in his cell, --yeah! AND?" asked Cameron.

"We had no knowledge of that!" said Shaheim.

"No knowledge...?" asked Cameron, laughing under his breath. "I TOLD you
what he was up to after Derek was released from Solitary! But yall all
acted as if I was making it all up!" (chap-37-pt-3).

"We made a mistake..." offered Jamal. "...one we're looking to rectify now,
--IF Muhammad will permit?"
	Cameron looked over at Derek whom was still lying in his top bunk
with a book in hand. Against Cameron's obvious wishes, he nodded his head a
subtle `yes' in answer to Jamal's request.

"We now know some of what Jamal was up to, and we wanted to offer you your
place back at the head of the table!"

"You're kidding, right?" asked Cameron. "You can't be serious!"

"We have also discovered some troubling news about Warden Ellis that might
interest you, Muhammad...?" added Jamal, knowing Muhammad had a bug up his
ass about the Warden.

"What news?" asked Muhammad, taking the bait.

"Derek...!" called Cameron, surprised at how easily he was being pulled
back in.

"Let them talk, Abdul!" said Muhammad, changing faces as easily as one does
underwear.
	Cameron looked shocked as Derek (or rather --Muhammad) walked off
with the Muslim Council out of sight.

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