Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:23:11 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-7

	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/7

	Red lights flashed emergence as an ambulance rushed a bleeding
victim from the prison, to the closest hospital in the county. A guard had
found a naked 25 yr old Tempest Williams lying unconscious and bloody in a
prison stairwell, -he'd obviously been attacked by inmates and left for
dead. Surely the media would have a filled day once the story broke, citing
"climactic end for one of the city's most feared drug lords".

Pt-1
	26 yr old Malik Jones came home from his shift at the prison. He
was tired and worn out, but knew his roommate (Manny Michaels) would want
to fuck him before he had to leave for his own work shift at Police
Headquarters down town.
	As soon as Malik got into their shared apartment, Michaels was on
top of him, -his 11 inch hardon pressing to get out of his boxer
shorts. Malik barely had time to take off his uniform before Michaels had
him on his knees sucking his big dick. Malik did so, knowing it was part of
their barter agreement.

	Michaels kept his eye on the clock as Malik bathed his dick,
getting it good and wet for the finale. Once Michaels was satisfied his
dick could get no harder, he pulled Malik up and pushed him back into the
recliner. Malik spread his legs, grabbing the lube from Michaels' hand as
he applied a generous amount to his shit chute. Michaels wasted very little
time aiming his dick up to the hole and sinking in. Malik adjusted quickly
as he was filled to full capacity by his roommate's meat.

"Aww yeah..., I've been waiting for you to come home all night! I needed
this pussy bad! What the fuck took you so long? You know I got to go to
work this morning!" -complained Michaels, leaning in over Malik as he
started pulling and pushing his big dick through the tiny tight hole of his
roommate.

"Shit happens, man. I can't predict what might hold me up at work until it
happens!" -said Malik, alternating looking between his legs as Michaels'
dick sliced through him, and the man's face hovering above him.

"Well you'd better start predicting better, asshole..., cause I can always
find another bitch to take this dick if you keep fucking up!"

"Fuck you, man!" snarled Malik.

"Naw..., I like fucking you better!" -countered Michaels.
	Malik said nothing more as Michaels continued fucking him. Due to
time restrictions, Michaels had to cum quickly, shortening their usual
session. He hammered his dick in and out of the tight space until he felt
his balls starting to draw and tighten. Malik was definitely one of the
best fucks he'd ever had, -always ready to be fucked, never really
complains about having to put out, and absolutely insatiable once he gets
started. There were few girls in Michaels' life that could compare to Malik
sexually, -but he would never admit that to the man. He didn't want Malik
getting a swelled head like the girls always did, thinking their pussies
weighed a ton! He simply fucked into the bottom man, ramming his dick bone
deep with every stroke. Malik lay moaning underneath him, his own dick hard
against his stomach as he allowed the guard to fuck him.

"Here it cums, man...., I'm gonna cum...!" announced Michaels, thrusting
harder. Malik felt the man shove his dick all the way in, then felt him
unload a full night's supply into his bowels. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeaaahhhhhh!!"
shouted Michaels, not caring who heard him.
	Malik accepted every gush of cum into his body, knowing Michaels
had temporary ownership over it until he found his own place. When Michaels
was done, he pulled free from Malik's clinging booty, and staggered his way
into the bathroom to shower and shave. Malik got up from the recliner, and
stumbled his way into the bedroom, where he flopped down in bed and fell
instantly to sleep. It' been a long exhausting night, and all he could
think of doing was sleeping, while his asshole dripped remnants of his
horny roommate.


Pt-2
	Muhammad and Abdul awoke to prayer, like they do every
morning. After prayer, they walked down to the shower area of their cell
block, and washed away all the dirt and grime (and sin) of the day
before. Then they made their way to the canteen, where they ate a hardy
breakfast before being turned loose outside in the courtyard.
	They gathered with other Muslims and preached the Quran to
non-believers in the hopes that they would someday convert them to Ali. It
was during these kinds of gatherings that the Muslim men strengthened their
ideals. Warden Ellis allowed them a weekly meeting in one of the council
rooms, as a sort of Sunday service. Lately the meetings have had to be
scheduled in shifts, due to the overwhelming number of men looking to join
the faith.

	One such man was Raymond "Amahd" Sherman; a 32 yr old former gang
banger, convicted of a possible drive-by shooting which resulted in the
death of a small 5 yr old girl playing on her front steps. Amahd joined the
Islam for guidance and protection, to keep the black rapists off his ass in
the morning showers (as the Muslims protected their own).
	And 24 yr old Louis Jordan, convicted of child molesting his two
underage nieces. When Louis first came to Piedmont, he was brutally raped
daily by convicts who view his particular crime, perverted. When Muhammad
and Abdul came to him after one of his viscous rapes, preaching of
salvation and redemption through the words of the Quran, Louis jumped at
it. He changed his name to Kaseem, and became a advocator for the words of
Ali. When the men approached him in the showers, looking to stick their big
black greasy dick up his ass again, -he was defended by Muslims, willing to
fight to the last breath to protect one of their own.


Pt-3
	The Aryans sat in a group on benches, soaking up the morning sun as
they passed cigarettes and laughed about Tempest Williams. They bragged and
exaggerated to each other about how Tempest cried and begged them to stop
fucking him with their "big hard white cocks." For the members that weren't
present, it was like hearing prophecies of what was to come in the future,
-where minorities (black, Hispanic, jewish, asian, and others) would all
eventually fall to their knees and worship the white race as the gods they
are! Many of them longed for the day where they could walk up and fuck
whichever black guy they chose, and he not have a thing to say about it in
protest. How cool a law would that be, to be able to walk up to some tough
drug dealer or rich football athlete, and demand he service your cock? To
have Jessie Jackson, Colin Powell, P-Diddy, T.O Owens, Common, Jay-Z, or
Alan Iverson on their knees, sucking strong white cock, -and if they
refused, they'd be beaten to the max and tossed in jail for refusing to
service their superiors! This was the dream of many of them, though a
pipe-dream it may be.
	For the ones that were there, this was their chance to step out
from the pack, and establish themselves as top rankers amongst their own
community.

"Hey..., did you hear what happened to Tempest Williams?" asked Duke, a big
black inmate whom worked as one of the drug cartels in the prison. He'd
casually wandered from his side of the prison yard, to that of the Aryans,
to see what they knew of Tempest's attack. "Heard he was found all stabbed
up and barely breathing in a stairwell! Word was he was naked too,
-probably raped!"

"Definitely raped!" --laughed one of the Aryans, causing others to chuckle.

"What do you mean? Yall know something?" asked Duke, straight out.

"All we know is what rumored around the blocks!" --intervened Sarge, cutting
off any speculation. "Look, it serves us all better with him out of the
way, right? Surely your monkey brain can see he would have come in here and
tried to take over our operation? Surely you realize things'r good the way
they are? Why worry about some half-wit drug dealer that got knifed in a
stairwell when we have our own business to venture? Capisce?"

"Capisce? What the fuck is capisce?" asked Duke, lost.

"Caprendi? Means=do we have an understanding?" --explained Sarge.

"Then why didn't you say that then?" frowned Duke, walking away
slighted. Sarge and his men watched Duke return to his side of the yard,
knowing no more than when he first walked over.

"Nosey fucker! You know he only came over to confirm if the rumors are
true, -that it was one of our boys that nailed Tempest!" --whispered Luke,
sitting the closest to Sarge.

"I know. Crazy goon got balls coming over here questioning us! If he don't
watch his fucking step, he'll be laying in a coffin right next to that
flea-bag Tempest!" --promised Sarge.
	Duke walked back to his side of the yard, back were members of his
own kind gathered to play basketball, or lift free weights while talking to
friends and peers.

"Find out anything?" asked Marvin, one of Duke's lead dealers in the
prison.

"Naw..., if they know anything, they keeping it to themselves!" --said Duke,
keeping an eye on the Aryans as they watched him right back.

"I know those white mofo's had something to do with Tempest's death man!
Who else would benefit from picking him off like that?" asked Marvin, one
of Tempest's loyal followers from outside (Marvin was arrested in
Precinct-23 #12).

"I don't know..., a lot of peep would've had it in for a guy like
Temp. Anybody could've knifed him in the dark!" --responded Duke,
thoughtfully.

"But who has the power to set it up? Think about it man, -Tempest was alone
in a dark stairwell after lights out! Who amongst us have that kinda power
to insure Tempest will be at any given place after the doors lock? NONE of
us! Which means one of the crackers did it! Which also means, they got the
guards in on it too!" --surmised Marvin.

"Makes sense..." thought Duke. "...and Sarge is over there telling me how
much simpler life will be without Tempest around trying to muscle in on our
business!"

"That's cuz they know that did it!" --stated Marvin. "I just wonder which
one of them did? Who had the balls to walk up to him and shank him where he
stood?"

"Beats me, man! I don't trust any one of those skank breath white mother
fuckers for about as far as I can throw one!" --witnessed Duke. From behind
him where he stood, he heard the heavy intake of air as the male standing
directly behind him came. The sucker kneeling on the ground servicing dick,
gagged slightly as the cum flooded into the very back of his mouth and down
into the pit of his full stomach. The standing guy pulled out and zipped up
before walking away, another satisfied customer. Another black male walked
by Marvin and Duke, handing Duke a cash equivalent gift as he took the
former man's place behind Duke, and pulled out his hard dick. The kneeling
guy immediately started sucking, knowing his place as he sucked dick in the
open courtyard.

"I see business is still going good with the new guy." -smiled Marvin,
peeking back over his shoulder to see the kneeling guy (Nakia) swallow
dick.

"Business is booming, man!" said Duke, enthusiastically. "Why ain't you
tried the bitch out yet? I know you like having that dick worked on, and
she gives good fucking head, man! Her ass ain't bad either, everybody who's
fucked her liked it. But wait til I get her in her new clothes, wig,
make-up and a dress..., you'd swear you were fucking a woman!"

"Naw..., I gots my own hookup!" said Marvin, looking over at the fence to
see Malik strolling through already on his new shift. Duke watched Marvin
grope his hardening bulge while he watched Malik. Duke saw Malik look over
at Marvin, their eyes locking for a strange moment before Malik quickly
moved on. Marvin smiled to himself, mischievously.

"You doing THAT?" asked Duke, suspiciously.

"Huh? What?" asked Marvin, snapping out of his trance.

"I saw that exchange! You fucking one of the guards?" asked Duke, nudging
Marvin in the ribs. Marvin merely laughed, not wanting to expose his little
secret too soon. "Don't be holding back on me, man! Spill it!"

"Yeah..., I been fucking the new guard since he arrived." --admitted
Marvin. "Started before that, back when he was an undercover cop and I was
selling smack for Tempest in norf!"

"Oh shit!!" laughed Duke, rubbing his own crotch. "Did you know he was a
cop at the time?"

"Naw man..., I thought he was a kid, smuggling in our shit in his asshole!
When I checked to make sure he gave us all the drop off, his ass was
looking to damn good to pass up, -so I fucked him right then and there on
the floor of the drug house!"

"Fuck...! Did he say he was a cop then?" asked Duke, intrigued.

"Nope. He fought back, but I just TOOK his shit like it was mine!" laughed
Marvin. "But he must've liked it, cuz he came back for more the next week!
I fucked him again before I found out he was a Narc working for the cops."

"How'd he end up here working the prison?" asked Duke, his dick now fully
hard as it tented his prison pants.

"The power of the dick, babee! He followed me here cuz he addicted to my
shit!" --laughed Marvin, honestly (commenting on events which happened in
the Nifty series Precinct-23).

"No way, man! Ain't no straight cop gonna leave the force to sign up for
prison guard just to get dick!" doubted Duke.

"Not just dick, man..., -MY dick!" corrected Marvin, holding his hard
lump. "You'd be surprised what the right fuck can get you!"

"I know what the right beat down can get me!" said Duke, looking back over
his shoulder when he heard his bitch Nakia choking on another cum load
behind his back. The cumee finished, zipped up, and walked away as if
nothing just happened. Nakia finally had a chance to stand up and stretch
his legs. He'd sucked 5 dicks in the yard, hiding from blind prison guards
behind Duke as he leaned lazily against the rails. "Finished baby?" he
asked, almost affectionately. Nakia nodded his head, slightly embarrassed
as Marvin and Duke both looked at him as less of a man beneath
them. "Good. Go back inside and wash up! Marvin's story got my dick so
fucking hard, that I'm gonna wanna stick that ass of yours in a few
minutes!" ordered Duke. "Move it, honey!" he added, slapping the man on the
ass as he walked away, -a slight twitch now in his walk.

"So..., you gonna share this cop pussy with me, sometime?" asked Duke,
turning his attention back to Marvin.

"No time soon!" said Marvin, wanting to keep his good thing to himself for
awhile longer.

"That's fucked up man! When you came here, I made sure I hooked you up with
a cash, some pussy, and introduced you to all the right peeps! And here you
can't let me in on your lil' cop pussy? That's fucked up man! Even for a
convict!" --said Duke, pouring on the guilt.

"Alright man, damn!" sighed Marvin. "Since you looked out for me, I'll see
if I can hook you up! But I ain't promising shit man!"

"All I want is a shot..." said Duke, `...I'll handle all the rest' --he
thought to himself.


Pt-4
	Abdul walked into the library. There were only a couple of men
there, reading as they sat at different table seemingly minding their own
business. Abdul walked in and began searching the book shelves, pretending
as if he were looking for something special. He wandered around to the back
of the library in the last aisle, where he found old man Copper (Gramps)
sitting in his usual chair. He was arranging the shelf when he saw Abdul
walk up and present his dick. Gramps wasted no time leaning forward to take
the hard penis in his mouth, bathing its full length in his warm spit as he
bobbed his head back and forth.
	Abdul leaned back, holding open his fly as he closed his eyes and
enjoyed feel of Gramp's mouth on his dick.

"Shit, old man..., where'd you learn to suck dick so good?" he whispered,
more to himself than to the old man. Gramps pulled his mouth up off the
hardon, and looked up into Abdul's handsome face with a toothless grin.

"Right here! Been suckin dick since I was 35!" admitted Gramps. "Nothing
but dick in this prison! If you want to feel companionship, you have to
learn to suck!" he added, before taking Abdul's dick back into his
mouth. Abdul really wasn't interested in conversation, all he really wanted
was to get his shit off and go. And Gramps was just accomplished enough a
dick sucker to get him off quickly.
	Gramps was a man who enjoyed his craft. He wasn't gay by nature,
rather by habit. Surrounded with nothing but men for 30 yrs, he learned to
like dick or go crazy thinking of pussy. Dick won, as he became one of the
prisons's most sought after dick suckers whom didn't wear a dress.

	He bobbed his head back and forth on the Muslim's dick, rubbing his
gums over the glands as his tongue tickled and tantalized the underbelly
while his lips sucked along the sides. It was a technique which helped get
a lot of men off in the course of a day, it also kelp him from getting
killed on many occasions over the decades.
	Abdul felt his dick started to throb as he quickly neared
climax. Usually he thought of his woman when he got blown, using her as his
incentive to get off fast. But this time, thoughts of Muhammad's dick in
his mouth filled his memory, causing his dick to swell and pulse out waves
of cum as it flowed easily into Gramp's willing mouth. The old man was in
the process of swallowing it all down when the dick was suddenly yanked
from his mouth, the spurting head sending several rounds of semen across
his old aging face and onto the books lining the shelf.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Muhammad, shoving Abdul
back into the wall as he yanked him out of Gramp's suckling oral orifice.
	Abdul looked shocked as he tried to grab control of his spurting
manhood. He quickly tucked it back into his pants, even before it finished
cumming. "I thought we talked about this already!"

"We did! And I thought you promised to stop judging me!" snapped Abdul,
fastening his pants as he stormed from the aisle, leaving Gramps to clean
up the mess. Muhammad followed on his heels.

"I'm not judging you, Abdul! I'm trying to get you to open your eyes and
see what you're doing wrong!" --clarified Muhammad.

"What I did wrong?" asked Abdul, turning towards Muhammad
dramatically. "You didn't seem to think it was wrong the other night!"
	Muhammad looked around embarrassed, looking to see who was within
ear range that may have over heard that statement. He grabbed Abdul and
rushed him over into a corner...

"I'm not trying to fight you, Abdul!" he said, calming the younger man
down. "If you feel a need to vent..., I think you should keep it within the
faith, -between us, is all I'm saying!"

"What do you mean?" asked Abdul, unsure.

"I mean..., I don't want you going to outside sources to satisfy your
needs!" said Muhammad, looking over his shoulder to insure privacy.

"What are you saying...?"

"I'm saying..., if you want to get off, come to ME! Keep it within the
family! No one outside of US need to know what we're doing!"

"So you..., you want us to be...?"

"I'm just saying..., if you need me like that, I'm here for you. We can
help each other. And it won't go no further than that."

"What about the teachings?" asked Abdul, referring to the sexuality.

"We'll pray on it." said Muhammad, simply. Abdul smiled broadly, thinking
of the implications. "We'll have to be very careful no one finds out!"
insisted Muhammad, leading Abdul back to their cell.
	The two men walk back into their cell (as they did every night),
but tonight was different, -tonight was the promise of more that merely
brotherly comradery. For the first time since becoming inmates at Piedmont
Penitentiary, Muhammad and Abdul anticipated bedtime. The hours seemed to
creep by slowly as they busied themselves with their own personal
endeavors. Abdul wrote a letter to loved ones back home, while Muhammad
read over scriptures from the Quran. Just before "lights out", they both
knelt in the corner of their cell and prayed to Ali for their sins and
accomplishments. When "lights out" was announced, they undressed and went
to bed like normal. Neither man slept much as they waited with excitement
for the right moment when they could unite and start aiding each other
lustfully.

	Muhammad was the first to move, getting up from his bunk as he
quietly jumped down to the floor. Abdul had been waiting up for
him. Neither man spoke, as they reached for each other in the dark. Abdul
reached down and gripped Muhammad's hardon through his prison underwear. He
squeezed the hardon, feeling it's iron stiffness as his fingers grasped it
by the root.
	Muhammad touched Abdul's body as well, starting with his hairy
chest. They looked into each other's eyes, reading each other's thoughts
through the dark. On instinct Muhammad leaned forward, and gently kissed
Abdul on the lips. At first both men were very tentative, fearful of the
consequences of their affections. But as the feeling started to become more
comfortable, they began to get more and more into it. Soon they were French
kissing like a straight couple, suckling heatedly on each other's tongues
as the breathed heavily through their noses.

"Do you want me to suck it again?" moaned Abdul, wanting to please
Muhammad.

"I don't want you to do all the work..." said Muhammad, reaching for
Abdul's dick as well. He felt it through the covers, stroking it hard as he
felt the full length.

"We could do each other in 69..." whispered Abdul, suggestively.
	Muhammad agreed, removing his underwear as he positioned himself
head to toe between Abdul's legs. Both men maneuvered themselves until they
felt comfortable, then groped for the other's hardon. Hot wet tongues
touched along pulsing dick heads as both men enveloped the heads of the
other. For Abdul, it was only the second time he'd sucked dick, but for
Muhammad, it was a first. Both men sucked clumsily, scraping tender hard
flesh accidentally with their teeth as they tried to get used to the
foreign feeling of having another man's meat in his mouth.
	Soon they were sucking feverishly, both men engrossed in pleasing
the other. Muhammad bobbed his head up and down between Abdul's legs,
taking his dick as deeply as he could without gagging as he bathed the
entire length with his warm wet spit. Abdul sucked Muhammad's dick
upsidedown, his lips sliding along the girth of his shaft as he tired his
best to bring the men off in a roaring climax.
	Sloppy wet slurping noises emitted over the sounds of soft moans as
both men sucked each other passionately. Abdul was the first to cum, as his
sperm shot up out the head of his dick to fill Muhammad's mouth to
capacity. Muhammad felt the dick pulse and throb in his mouth just before
it filled with semen. On instinct he drank it, feeling the slightly salted
snot wad slither hotly down his throat. AT that very precise moment he came
in Abdul's mouth, firing hot loads of thick creamy cum into the awaiting
mouth of his companion. Abdul drank what he could, spilling some out of the
corners of his mouth. Neither he nor Muhammad lost their erections after
cumming, and neither man stopped sucking as they continued on their private
bliss, working each other into another heated frenzy.

Pt-5
	28 yr old inmate Marvin Rollins walked back to his cell block
before "lights out", making drug interactions with other inmates disguised
as discreet handshakes and homboi hugs. The exchanges were quick, unnoticed
to the untrained eye. Marvin hands over the contents while receiving the
cash payment in one uninterrupted swoop, before moving on about his
business. He returns back to his jail cell with a pocket full of money,
which he must count and turn over to his boss (Duke) in the morning.
	After lights out, Marvin's roommate got out of bed and walked over
to Marvin's bed. Marvin pulled back the covers to reveal his thick hardon,
allowing the other man to go down on him. He was in the mist of erupting,
when a flash light suddenly flashed on them.

"Oh shit...!" yelled the sucker, pulling up off of Marvin's big dick as he
ran back to his bed. Marvin didn't even bother to hide his hardon as the
flash light shined on the huge towering rock solid chunk of manhood like a
spot light.

"Enjoying the view?" asked Marvin, just as the light crept up to his smug
face.

"On your feet, convict!" ordered the guard, taking out his keys as he
unlocked Marvin's cell door.
	Marvin slowly got up to his feet, his big dick still sticking
ominously out of his shorts as he walked towards the light. The cell door
slammed behind him, allowing him his first look at the guard.

"Tuck that away and follow me!" ordered Malik, escorting Marvin down the
corridor. Marvin tucked his hardon (which never went down), and followed
Malik quietly.
	5 minutes later, they entered a private room which Malik had
previously set up for their use. It was the sleeping quarters for the
guards, for those working long hours and double shift that needed a few
hours of shut eye to do their duty. Malik arranged to do a double shift,
then took steps to insure he was the only guard scheduled to sleep there
that night.

"I promised you some alone time in a bed, remember?" said Malik, closing
and locking the door behind them.

"I remember, dawg." smiled Marvin, looking around the spacious room. There
were several beds, and lockers to store their clothes in. He turned around
to see Malik already undressing, taking off his shirt as he stared at
Marvin's erection through his underwear. "You been really wanting this,
eh?" asked Marvin, seeing the lust in Malik's eyes. "You sure you can
handle this?"

"I'll find out soon enough." said Malik, peeling off his undershirt.
	Marvin sat down on the edge of the first bed, watching Malik
undress.

"So..., what does this make us? Niggas? Lovers? I'm supposed to be yur MAN
now or what?" asked Marvin, curiously.

"I'm a prison guard, you're a convict. Nuff said." said Malik, undoing his
pants.

"You seeing someone on the street?" asked Marvin suddenly, his dick tenting
his underwear like a giant teepee.

"Does it matter?" asked Malik, kicking off his shoes and pants.

"I'm just curious." said Marvin, studying Malik's body. "You look like you
could have a girl at home..., but as much as you like dick, I wonder if you
might have a man instead. And if you have a man, why are you on my dick so
much?"

"I thought that was what you wanted?" said Malik, removing his underwear as
he maneuvered himself between Marvin's legs. "Aren't you the one that
demanded I bring my ass to you in prison once you were convicted, or you'd
tell my secret to the world?"

"And you believed that shit?" asked Marvin, wrapping his hands tenderly
around Malik's waist as he looked up into his face. "Or are you just using
that as an excuse to come in here and cop my dick every chance you get?"

"Maybe a little of both." --admitted Malik, feeling Marvin's muscles as
Marvin reached back and squeezed his ass cheeks with both hands. Marvin
slipped a finger into Malik's pre-greased ass, pushing all the way up to
the third knuckle while he leaned forward and bit Malik's right nipple.
	Malik moaned painfully as Marvin's fingers stretched his asshole,
his teeth biting down hard on the small hard rivets on his chest. Marvin
attacked the nipple like an angry dog, biting, nibbling, and sucking hard
until it stood swollen and sore, then he switched over to the left one.
After a few minutes of nipple torture, Marvin pulled his dick from his
underwear, tucking the waistband under his balls as he positioned Malik to
straddle his muscular legs. Malik's ass hovered directly over Marvin's
hardon, as Marvin guided the head up to the slick hole.

"ummmm..." moaned Malik, easing down on the fat sausage as it penetrated
his anus and moved inside. Marvin watched as Malik descended on his dick,
his sore nipples standing stiff from his chest as he settled all the way
down on his hardon, 10 full inches of thick hard manhood lodged deep in his
ass. Malik groaned, breathing hard as his body tried to adjust to the
invasion inside him. Marvin waited respectfully, feeling Malik's tight
manhole squeeze and spasm around his embedded dick as it tried to repel
him. Slowly Malik started to bounce of it, gasping hard as he rose and fell
in the convict's muscled lap. His asshole squeezed tightly around the shaft
as the fat dick stretch his anal muscles to its capacity and beyond.

"That's it babee, ride that dick, boi! Show daddy that you like it!"
encouraged Marvin, loving the way the tight hole felt on his dick. Malik
panted like a dog as Marvin sealed his lips to his neck and started sucking
like a maniac, his strong hands massaging Malik's taut ass cheeks, pulling
the fat buns apart while he fucked up into it.
	Malik moaned a low steady groan, his asshole and innards stretching
desperately to accommodate the inmate's massive manhood while his neck was
being sucked raw. Marvin tired to bit his neck in half, wanting to leave
his mark incase Malik did have a lover outside the prison. He wanted his
man or woman to know he was getting it good from somewhere else. Marvin
knew he was trying to sabotage Malik's relationship, he couldn't believe
his luck, never having been in an ass so deliciously warm and inviting as
Malik's (except maybe his baby brother's --Jeffery ["blacksub-II" in the
gay/interracial section of Nifty] ). Malik was quite a find. He wasn't like
other masculine inmates whom he had to fight or intimidate in order to
fuck. Malik liked dick. He loved getting fucked. Marvin liked watching him
go wild on HIS dick, he didn't have to get violent with Malik to show him
who was boss, Malik liked it rough, even when HE was in the driver's seat.

	Marvin allowed Malik to have control for the first 10 minutes or
so, rubbing his hands up and down Malik's muscular back and ass while
sucking viscously on his neck. Malik felt his loins overload with
excitement as his erection started to pulse and cum all over them, the
semen sprouting up out of his throbbing dick like a fountain as it drenched
both he and Marvin in a shower of cum. "Yeeah boi..., made you pop that
load!" --grinned Marvin, standing up as he took Malik with him. "I love
making you cum with just my dick! No hands, no mouth, -just me fucking you!
Shows me how much you love that shit!" --stated Marvin, holding Malik by the
waist. "But now it's daddy's turn to cum!" --he said, menacingly. Mal locked
his hands about Marvin's broad neck, his legs wrapped around the inmate's
pecs as he bounced him up and down on his dick like a yo-yo.

	Malik yipped with every intake, feeling the extended muscle punch
through his rectum like a closed fist every time their bodies collided.
Then Marvin turned Malik around towards the bed, where he laid him down on
his beck. Malik's legs wrapped around Marvin's ribs while Marvin humped on
top of him, his dick driving through the bottom man's stretched anus as he
impelled him deep on his pole.

"Fuck me, man! Fuck me!" groaned Malik, looking up at Marvin with glassy
eyes. Marvin gripped Malik by the backs of his legs, bending them forward
until they spread apart wide, pressing on the inner part of his knees until
they touched the mattress behind his head. This truly exposed Malik's ass
as Marvin used his weight to double Malik in two and hold his twisted body
into place while he started to thrust again. Malik held his breath and
waited as Marvin pulled back on his hips to withdraw his big mammoth prick,
then screamed as he shoved forth to completely bury it in one frightful
stroke.

"AAAARRRHHH...!!" screamed Malik, feeling 10 inches of beer can thick dick
penetrated him directly into his colon.

"Is that what you like, babee?" asked Marvin through grit teeth, drawing
back his hips again as he prepared for another thrust. Malik, gasped as his
gut was rammed again, the entire length of Marvin's amazing piece piercing
him straight through like an old battering ram as the bed springs began to
squeak.
	No words came out of Malik's mouth as his body was fucked
hard. Marvin's thrusts were repetitive, his pelvis slamming into the
upturned cushions of Malik's spongy butt cheeks again and again. Malik felt
the continuous slam of Marvin's big gut punching dick ramming into him over
and over. Tears began to fill his eyes as his own rock hard dick bounced up
and down against his sticky belly, a steady string of pre-cum leaking
profusely from the head with each and every thrust made into him. The bed
springs popped and squeaked, threatening to break down from the weight of
the man on top.

	For 20 solid minutes Marvin drove straight through Malik's bowels,
his dick beating a path through his colon that would be forever permanently
marked. Malik's breathing was labored as he contended with Marvin's
constant pounding. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth as he simply lay
there like an invalid, unable to move or say anything as his body was
fucked beyond belief. His mind went on an orbital trip of euphoria, while
his body suffered the punishments Marvin forced upon it. Anyone looking in
would have thought Malik was dead or unconscious by the way he simply lay
there getting pounded, until his dick started to erupt a second orgasm of
sperm all over his chest, face, and stomach.

	Marvin laughed as the cum pumped from Malik's straining dick,
painting his face and chest in white cream. Malik still never spoke as
Marvin lay down on top of him chest to chest, and fucked his ass while he
sucked hard on Malik's neck once again. Malik felt the heavy suction as
Marvin's teeth bit into him like a vampire. Marvin stick his wet tongue
into his ear, whispering how he would never let Malik go, now that he
consented to being his prison bitch. He fucked into the officer's body even
harder, totally dominating him sexually as his dick swelled inside his
bowels, then exploded.
	Malik felt the dick jerking wildly inside him, and knew he was
being filled full to capacity with thick rich convict cum. He licked his
lips, tasting his own sperm as more pumped into his bowels, flooding his
aching innards with a river of human sludge.