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/37
Pt-1
"aaaarrrrhhhhh...!!!" yelled Davis Wood, lying face down naked in a sling suspended from the ceiling of Warden Ellis' `Chamber'. Someone had come in a back door of the Chamber, behind Davis (Davis assumes it was Ellis), greased his rear end, and shoved their dick inside his virgin hole. Davis' screams were choked when a belt was strategically thrown around his neck and tightened to prevent outside guests from hearing his yells (an old prison trick). Davis had protected his ass from getting fucked for several years in prison, sometimes beating inmates bloody to teach others a lesson about trying to deflower a straight man unwilling to flip. But now, with his hands tied behind his back in the Warden's sling with a belt looped around his throat, he couldn't defend himself from getting fucked. The dick penetrated him, and continued to keep moving in and out until Davis felt it thicken and twitch wildly inside him. He could tell by the grunts and groans that the man behind him had cum in him, as his anus started to feel warm with liquid. But Davis was utterly surprised when the dick finally pulled out of him, and another one quickly took its place, shoving deep inside his well fucked gut. Obviously it wasn't just the Warden fucking him.
The new dick was slamming in and out of his tight cum slick hole, when the first fucker walked around front of Davis, --his thick fat dick bobbing wetly before him as he positioned it before Davis' face for sucking. "Eat this dick, convict!" said the man, causing Davis to look up at his rapist for the first time.
Davis was shocked to see 43 yr old prison guard Carl Peachtree standing before him, still in uniform with his big thick 8 and 1/2 inch wet dick hanging out of his pants. Davis had seen Peachtree around the prison for years, they'd even talked on occasion about how rough it was in here. Davis thought Peachtree saw him as a male equal, not a subservient he could just stick his dick in and fuck whenever the mood struck. Davis felt a little more of his manhood sink when Peachtree grabbed his head and slapped his sticky dick against his face to wake him up. "I said suck my fucking dick, faggot!!" yelled Peachtree, shoving his thick sausage into Davis' mouth.
Davis gagged around the foul ASS tasting dick as it pressed into his mouth and rummaged his throat. All the while the other unknown dick was steadily pounding at his sore asshole. Davis had been reduced to a hole' for men to fuck and cum inside. His male status no longer mattered, he was pussy' to fuck, and once word got around the prison, his life would never be the same.
49 yr old prison guard Reggie Reinhold was currently butt fucking Davis, holding him by the hips as he power fucked his straight ass while getting face fucked by his partner and friend. Reinhold and Peachtree knew about Davis' services to the Warden (as did ever inmate in the joint), but as long as he only gave head' in the office, he was off limits to the guards, but once Ellis introduced him to the Chamber', it was open season on his ass. Davis would never have the respect he once did as a straight tough man of the blocks, now that he was a flip-flopper, it would only be a matter of time before he was turned into one of Duke's bitches (which was every man's fear or dream).
Reinhold fucked Davis' ass hard and steady, while Peachtree fucked deep into his throat. Getting fucked for the first time at both ends, Davis wasn't sure if he was coming or going, his senses were fogged as he was abused front and back, his insides fucked to mush as the two dicks tried to meet somewhere in the middle.
Reinhold lost his load first, shooting 9 streamers of hot cum deep into Davis' already deflowered anal pussy. He grunted and groaned loud enough to let the man know he was dumped in him, grinding his thick 9 incher around in Davis' warm gut. Peachtree hammered Davis' mouth for another 5 minutes before he dumped his second load into him, making the 34 yr old father of 4 swallow his thick potent cum. Davis' throat muscles worked to make the hot sauce go down, his own dick leaking a steady stream of juice through a hole at the bottom of the sling. Once Reinhold and Peachtree pulled out, Davis hung there feeling totally used and exhausted. But his ordeal was not yet over.
"Come on in here and get yourself some of this ass, Darrin!" said Peachtree, directing another guard to fuck Davis' ass. Davis turned his head to see a attractively medium-slim built black guard standing in the corner, his hard dick bulging out his pants as he witnessed the fucking of an inmate.
Davis recognized 38 yr old Darrin Daniels right off, he was newly married and often walked the halls of the prison with his billy in hand with a slightly cocky grin of superiority on his face. He wasn't surprised to see Darrin in cahoots with Reinhold and Peachtree.
"Don't be shy, man..., come in here and get yourself some of this prison pussy!" offered Peachtree, trying to coax his co-worker.
"See, we told you you'd get laid working with us!" laughed Reinhold, egging Darrin on.
"I don't know, man..., who IS this guy? Why's he just hanging here in this room?" asked Darrin, obviously unaware that they were in a special room connected to the Warden's office.
"Don't worry about that!" said Peachtree, slapping Davis' bare lite brown ass. "Just stick your dick and fuck him like you did the others!"
"Yeah man..., who was it got you you're first piece of man ass?" asked Reinhold.
"You and Carl!" answered Darrin.
"And who got you some of that special grade-A pussy from one of Duke's bitches in training?" asked Peachtree.
"You and Reggie!" smiled Darrin, recalling how his dick just slid effortlessly through the inmate's ass (chap-31, pt-7). Without further ado, Darrin Daniels pulled his 8 inch dick from his uniform pants and aimed it up to the inmate's hairy hole. Davis braced himself for another fucking as Darrin shoved into the tight bunghole. "Fuck, he's tight than an fat woman's stockings!" he whispered, having to use a bit of force to sink in.
"That's right! We broke his cherry hole tonight!" laughed Peachtree as Darrin bottomed out. He ground his pelvis into Davis' ass, feeling the sphincter muscle flexing to expel him. Darrin thought back to the recent ass fuckings he did with inmate Emmett Greene and prison guard Andrew Roberts (chap-28, pt-1). While Andrew's ass was tight, it had been fucked by Peachtree and Reinhold on at least several occasions before he got to it, so Andy was aware how to take a dick and relax his butt muscles. Emmett Greene's ass had been wrecked so badly by inmates that his sphincter muscles no longer existed, Darrin was able to slide into him with absolutely no resistance whatsoever. But with Davis Wood, his dick could feel the sphincter still fighting to protect the anal track from being invaded, despite already having two solid loads inside it. Darrin pulled back and began fucking the inmate's tight sucking hole as hard and fast as he could.
"That's it, man! Pump that ass! Give him that dick! Make the bitch WORK for that load!" encouraged Peachtree, happy to see how quickly he turned Daniels into `one of them'.
Davis grunted with each plunge the dick made into his bowels. He wasn't used to getting butt fucked, and the experience was a bit more degrading than he thought possible. Only gay and weak men allowed themselves to be ass fucked by other men. Straight man and rough and tough masculine men (like himself) didn't take dick, they GAVE dick! Davis couldn't help but worry about his prison status now that his hole had been tagged. Already his asshole was beginning to get used to getting fucked, as Darrin's 8 inch dick felt much nicer and slid in and out much better than Peachtree's 8 and 1/2 inch, or Reinhold's 9 inch dick's.
Darrin held onto Davis' hips just as Reinhold had, and fucked into the inmate with long hard jabs. Darrin was having marital problems at home with his new wife; problems pertaining to money (mostly due to her elaborate wedding), his erratic work hours, and sex. Often times they would argue about their income and her spending limit before he left for work, only to have her refuse him sex when he got home. Darrin often found himself uptight and hard-up because of it, that is until Reinhold and Peachtree approached him one day with a solution to his sexual problems. But while Darrin was resistant at first, he found it much easier to go home to his nagging wife if his balls were properly drained before hand, leaving him more relaxed as she started complaining.
Darrin humped into inmate Davis' ass for a full 10 minutes before he felt himself about to cum. Davis somehow knew the guard was about to pop too, when he felt him suddenly pick up speed and start to really fuck his ass hard like Peachtree and Reinhold had. Davis found himself elevating his ass to give the guard a better target, knowing it would help make him cum faster. Darrin tightened his grip on Davis' hips, then shoved his entire dick in balls deep and yelled out loud as his sperm shot straight through his pulsating dick and exploded inside the inmate's squeezing anus.
Davis grunted as Darrin unloaded inside of him. He felt every thrust, every throb and twitch the dick made inside him, filling his anal canal with a sea of precious juice. Peachtree noticed Davis' hardon underneath the sling he lay in, and reached down to stroke it. It only took a couple of yanks before Davis was painting the floor white from his own orgasm. He moaned lewdly as his anus tightened and pulsed around Darrin's embedded dick. Darrin pulled his dying penis free from the sucking hole, just as Reinhold stepped up for round-2. He quickly shoved his 9 inch morsel into the inmate's convulsing asshole and began to fuck him again. Davis lay hanging there, completely and totally at the guard's whim as they each fucked him again for a second time.
Pt-2
20 yr old Alex Sanchez meekly walked back to his prison cell which he shared with his prison lover Raul Rodriguez. Alex had just been butt fucked in another cell by Raul's father Romero, and his little brother David. David and Romero lured Alex into their clique with an irresistible offer (last chap). But while Alex was eager to accept the offer, he knew discussing it with Raul would be among one of the hardest things he's ever had to deal with in his life.
Raul was sitting in their cell waiting for him when he arrived.
"Where the fuck you been??" asked Raul, jumping up from his bunk as soon as Alex appeared. "I'd been looking all over for you! Why'd you leave the Rec-room? I was playing ball!"
"I...I got a desperate call from David, telling me that he needed my help with something!" said Alex, watching Raul's face expression go from angry to livid.
"My brother, David?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "I'm playing basketball in the Rec-room, about to make a slam dunk when I look over into the stands to see an empty seat where my nigga is supposed to be sitting! And now I find out that you bailed out on me becuz my faggot lil' brother, --whom you used to be in love with, called to you for help, and you went running!?" asked Raul, his voice sounding madder and madder as he spoke. "What the fuck am I supposed to think about that?"
"Well..., I thought he might be hurt...!" explained Alex, nervously. "I...I thought your dad might've done something to him...! I know how you two ain't been getting along!"
"And..., was he hurt?" asked Raul, calmly. "Was my father there when you got there?"
"No. Your dad wasn't there when I got there! David was alone!" answered Alex.
"So what did he want?" asked Raul, already sensing something strange.
"He...uh, he...wanted me to..., uh..., he needed me to tell him, umm..."
Raul quickly grips Alex by the neck, turning his head from side to side to see the deep imprinted passion marks left on either side of his neck.
"He needed to give you these fuckin passion marks?" asked Raul, shoving Alex aside. Alex gripped his throat and ran over to the chrome toilet tissue dispenser to see the deeply imprinted reddish/purple marks on his neck.
He hadn't even known they were there.
"Those marks look awfully familiar to the ones my brother David was wearing after dad fucked him in his cell (chap-29, pt-2). You SURE my dad wasn't in there with you?" asked Raul again, even more suspiciously.
Alex swallowed hard as he turned around to face his cellmate.
"He came in after I got there!" admitted Alex, fear written across his face like a mask. "I didn't know he was gonna be there Raul, I swear! I thought David would be alone!"
"They set you up, you dumb ass!!" said Raul, knowing his father had gotten to his boi. "What he do to you?" asked Raul, rage inflamed in his face. "Did he rape you?" he asked, waiting for an answer. "Did he FUCK you? What did he say to you??"
"He...he wanted me to join up with him and David...for all three of us to become cellmates and lovers!" confessed Alex, backed into a corner.
"That selfish sonovabitch..." thought Raul, aloud. His eyes shot suspiciously to Alex as a thought crossed his mind. He roughly grabbed his cellmate and physically threw him easily across one of the bunk beds and yanked down his prison pants and underwear to reveal his bare ass. Then Raul grabbed the ass cheeks and roughly pulled them apart to see the red bruised and swollen hole nestled between them. Seeing the evidence of his father's cum drooling from the pouting anal lips which he (Raul) hadn't fucked since morning, caused him to shove Alex aside and began beating him with his fist, calling him every "slut" and "whore" in the book.
Alex tried desperately to defend himself, but was sorely out matched by Raul's street fighting skills. He was surely on the losing end of the fight when Raul's father Romero showed up in the doorway.
"You know the code of the streets, Raul..., you're not supposed to put your hands on another pimp's bitch!" he said, causing Raul to spin around in anger.
"Alex was MINE first!!" he said, spitting his words in a passionate display.
"Actually..., he was David's first, you stole him from him!" corrected Romero.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about old man, YOU weren't there!" yelled Raul, defensively.
"You know how things are run, Raul..., you've been in the game a long time, you grew up in it! You can't change things to fit only your needs, it'll backfire on you eventually!"
"What the fuck'r you talking about??"
"Alex is MINE now, he belongs to ME, just as this cell block does!" answered Romero, bluntly. "I told you when I got here that I would be taking over! I don't know why you're resisting me!"
"Because we were doing well without your interference!" answered Raul.
"You were?" asked Romero. "Your brother David wasn't speaking to you, and had given himself over to the niggers to keep away from you! How is that doing well?"
"And he's much better off being his father's bitch?" asked Raul, disgusted by the idea.
"Yes! His dad won't beat him up or pass him around to the entire block like others will! His dad loves him as a father's supposed to love his son! His dad will look out for him and make sure he's never hurt or beaten up for being what he is! And that's more than I can say YOU did for him!" argued Romero.
"You don't know the HALF of what Carlos and I did to protect David all these years while you were locked up in jail!" screamed Raul. "Fuck..., WE were like his fathers! YOU didn't even know he was gay until you got here!!"
"Until I got here and found him SOLD to the Mandingos for the price of his lover Alex!!" intercepted Romero. "You SOLD your brother for some prison-cunt, and you stand here judging ME!?? Who's the sick one now?"
"What about YOU stabbing me in the back and stealing Alex away from me? What kinda father does that to his son? What's that all about?" asked Raul.
"Payback!" answered Romero. "You called your mother on me, told her what I'm doing to our son and made her question my manhood and loyalty? For that and THAT alone you get everything you worked so hard to obtain in here, stripped away! You boiz, your contacts, your social status, your bitch..., --all MINE now!"
Through a fit of absolute rage, Raul charged his father against his better judgment. But Romero (a street thug from da ole-skool) simply side-stepped his son's approach and punched him once in the throat, causing Raul to gasp for air as his quickly sank to his knees defenseless.
"I COULD be the asshole you think I am and make you suck my dick right now right here in your own cell..." said Romero, standing waist high over his son as he clinched his sore throat frantically. "...but I won't, only because you're my son and I want you to stand by my side and run this prison with me!" added Romero, confessing his desires. "I want me and my boys to head up the Cartel, to run every inmate, guard, and racial divide in this motherfucker! But I can't have you constantly trying to stab me in the back, I need to know I can trust you to carry out my orders!"
Romero bent down on one knee, getting eye level with his oldest son. "I'm gonna give you ONE last chance to give up this crusade and join me and your brothers, Raul. One LAST chance before I toss you out of the family and let the prison have you!" Romero stood back up, looking down on his son as he looked up at his father. "I'll give you a couple of days to think it over..., but I wouldn't wait too long if I were you, chances are there's many guys in here that you've pissed off at one point or another that'll kill to get your ass alone in one of the stairwells..., I'm sure Duke and that black guy Genuwine would love a go at you! Don't give them the opportunity!" said his father, as he slowly walked away with his lover Alex in tow.
Raul sat on the floor of his cell, contemplating his options as he thought about what his father said.
Pt-3
In the Muslim cell..., Abdul was simply ecstatic to have Muhammad back in his life. He catered to Muhammad's every need, bring him snacks from the commissary, making sure he was relaxed and comfortable in his cell at every moment, and waiting on him hand and foot. Muhammad appreciated the pampering, having gone through nearly 2 weeks of pure hell.
Visitors stopped by to wish him well, men that helped storm the Warden's office to insist on freeing the Muslim leader (last chap). They were all men Muhammad had touched spiritually at one point or another, helping them cope with loss, being imprisoned, losing their faith, or being raped and molested by other inmates. Muhammad was very instrumental in getting them the strength, motivation, or protection they needed to survive. So it was only right that they come to his aid in need.
Muhammad was sitting back leisurely enjoying his return when the Muslim Council showed up at his doorstep. Jamal, Shaleim, and Rashad stood outside Muhammad's cell, wishing him well. Abdul stepped aside, an angry expression on his face as Muhammad invited the men of Islam in without his consent.
"Muhammad..., we just stopped by to give you our best wishes and tell you we'd been praying for your release from confinement." offered brother Shaleim, holding the Quran in his hands.
"We also wanted you to know that we did NOT actively seek your release, because we warned you about getting involved in things that don't pertain to Ali!" added brother Jamal. "We felt your crusade was a personal one bent against the Warden for your own reasons..., we didn't think that was appropriate behavior for someone in your position and stature. You understand?"
"Yes. I do." answered Muhammad, respectfully.
"There was also a vote as to who would replace you while you were away..." said brother Rashad, ignoring the hateful spews from brother Abdul. "...and I was voted by overwhelming majority to step into your shoes..."
"And we've been totally pleased by brother Rashad's performance ever since!" added Shaleim.
"So much so..., that we want him to continue in your spot while you...work out your issues with the Warden." completed Jamal, effectively making Muhammad step down.
"You can't do this...!!" intervened Abdul, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Not after all Muhammad's done for this organization!"
"The Muslim religion is not based around any ONE man, Abdul! Muhammad's absence didn't crush us, nor will his stepping down from leadership! We WILL go on with Ali's help!" said Shaleim.
"So you guys put Rashad in charge over Muhammad?" laughed Abdul. "Do you even know the things this man is capable of? What he doing behind your backs?" asked Abdul, reading the blank looks on the Muslim's faces. "He's working with the drug dealers, getting kick backs in money and gifts!"
"And you can PROVE this claim?" asked Jamal.
"HE told me himself!" offered Abdul. "He said if I stick with him, I could get anything I ever wanted in prison!"
"Stick with him?" asked Shaleim.
"Sexually! He wanted me to be his lover!" confessed Abdul.
"He's lying!" said Rashad. "I found him in the prison library getting his penis sucked by that old librarian Gramps (chap-32, pt-5)! I pulled him aside and tried to talk to him man to man, but all he wanted was sexual gratification, and kept offering himself to me! Of course I declined."
"That's a lie! HE was the one coming on to me!!" yelled Abdul.
"And what about this claim that you were in the prison library getting fellatio from the librarian? Is that a lie too?" asked Shaleim.
Abdul looked over at Muhammad, whom was already aware of Abdul's past with going to the library for head-jobs, but that was supposed to be behind them once they started sleeping together (chap-7, pt-4).
"No..., that part's true." said Abdul, shamefully.
"Then in the light of things, I think it understandable if we take brother Rashad's side in this matter, as he has had a long upstanding member with this religion without a single blemish on his character!" said Shaleim, dismissing Abdul's claim as bogus.
After a brief stay, the Muslim leaders leave as quietly as they came, leaving Muhammad and Abdul to deal with the aftermath...
"Muhammad..., I'm so sorry I went back to that library while you were locked away in that Hole..., but I was weak! I needed you! I missed having you in me..., I just needed something to sustain me thought another day without you!!"
Muhammad said nothing as he walked over to the desk that lay all his paper contacts and articles in local papers.
"So while I was down in Solitary Confinement, wondering if I'd ever see you again, you were up here getting your dick sucked by Gramps again?" asked Muhammad, sounding hurt.
"It wasn't like that!" said Abdul. "I was going through HELL here without you!"
"And I was IN HELL!!" yelled Muhammad, angrily. "Do you KNOW what those bastards did to me down there? They made my life a living hell! And ALL I had to think of, ALL I had for endurance and strength was the thought of YOU up here waiting for me! Your arms to come back to! And now I find out that you were being unfaithful!!"
"Muhammad..., it wasn't like that, really! Rashad's blowing this all out of proportion!"
"But how would Rashad know, unless he actually caught you getting head?" asked Muhammad. "I TOLD you to stop going to that old man! I TOLD you to keep it between US!"
"And I DID!! I only messed up this ONE time!" said Abdul. He reached out to touch his lover and cellmate, only to be physically pushed away. "I love you, Muhammad!" he confessed heartfelt, unto deaf ears. "Please don't let THIS be the end of us, man..., I...I don't think I could handle you not wanting to see me anymore!"
"I don't know what I want to do right now, Abdul..." said Muhammad, thinking.
"Everything I did, I did for you!" offered Abdul. "I BEGGED the Muslims to go to Ellis and demand your freedom, but they refused! Rashad wanted your power and position, and he got it! I waited in the Warden's office for hours while he and his secretary ignored me! I even went to Amahd for support..., and HE was the one that suggested I go to the inmates and rally a support group in your honor! He helped me get you free!"
"Did you have to sleep with HIM too?" asked Muhammad, causing Abdul's mouth to drop.
"Fuck you, Muhammad! I'm no whore!" spit Abdul.
"Really? I can't tell!" said Muhammad, sorely.
Abdul stormed out of the cell, his feelings hurt that Muhammad would actually think him as low as to fuck everyone in the prison behind his back. As he wondered the prison corridors, he couldn't believe how badly this glorious day was turning out. He'd been so happy to have Muhammad back in his life, that he never stopped to think of the consequences of some of his actions. Now he not only wondered if he could actually live up to the promise he made to the Warden to keep Muhammad out of his hair for good, but he now wondered if he and Muhammad had any future together at all? How quickly things change from bad to worse!
Pt-4
Prison Guard Malik Jones made his way into the prison's records room where he started ruffling through the files of inmates. He wanted to know IF indeed inmates were being transferred as told, or simply being misplaced in the system for some ominous reasons? He had a sinking suspicion, due to an earlier conversation with prison guard Reggie Reinholds (chap-35, pt-8).
While looking for the files of Emmett Greene, Shaleem Davis, and Christopher Gardner (among others), he found nothing in their folders, there was absolutely nothing there to prove that they ever even existed in Piedmont Penitentiary. Not a photo, a medical record, a transfer slip, nor any admission papers stating the day and date they arrived. He could not find a single piece of evidence that they were transferred to any other facility, making the former police officer wonder if they ever truly left the prison grounds at all?
Pt-5
Muhammad was sitting behind his desk, reading over his Quaran when he got an unexpected visitor...
"Mind if I come in?" asked Raymond Sherman (formally known as Amahd).
"Sure..., come in." offered Muhammad, not that surprised to see him. "What can I do for you?" he asked, curiously.
"Well..., I just got a visit from Abdul..."
"ah..." sighed Muhammad, knowingly.
"He's really messed up about all of this, Muhammad...why'r you putting this brother through these changes? You KNOW how he feels about you!"
"With all due respect, Raymond..., this is none of your business." said Muhammad, uncomfortable with discussing his gay relationship with his cellmate.
"Actually, it IS my business!" said Raymond. "Abdul made it my business when he came to me asking what could he do to get your sorry ass out of Confinement!" countered Ray. "Do you have any idea how much this man loves you?"
Muhammad twisted uncomfortably in his seat. "You know what your problem's always been, Muhammad...? You put yourself on this high pedestal, and think yourself above everyone and even your own feelings! You forget that you're a person just like everyone else! You have feelings, emotions, and desires just like everyone else! Denying that you sleep with Abdul is one thing, its nobody's business who you fuck in here or where you stick your dick..., but denying how you feel about the brutha, especially after all the SHIT he went through missing you, is really shitty man! But then again..., I can't expect no different from you. You were always this way about everything. Why should a little thing like love be any different?" asked Raymond, as he walked out of the cell.
Pt-6
Sometime well after the Administration Offices closed, Davis Wood was released from his temporary imprisonment from the sling, and allowed back into population. He fixed his clothes and walked as best as he could back to his cell, not wanting to reveal to inmates that his anus had been broken in properly by the prison guards.
Davis walked into his prison cell just as his new cellmate (Mason Miller) was pissing in the commode. The two men eyes locked briefly as Davis' eyes slowly wandered down to Mason's dick. The thick but soft penis lay limp in its owner's hand as a long continuous flow of piss came from the dick tip, making a loud splattering noise in the toilet. Davis' eyes were glued to the penile as he watched it slowly grow and lengthen before him. Soon Mason was stroking the last piss streaks from his thickly swollen 9 inch uncut dick, stroking it gently as he watched Davis watching it. Somewhere in his mind Davis snapped out of his trance, and tried to go on as normal, when Mason walked over to him, and clocked him one right in the eye. Davis fell backwards from the surprise punch, as he was roughly manhandled and shoved over the rail of his bunk bed. Mason quickly yanked the inmate's pants down around his ankles and peeled the ass cheeks apart to reveal the swollen anal lips which dripped a steady supply of semen from the pouting hole. Not needing any further lubrication, Mason simply shoved his thick dick into the swollen hole before him. Davis tried to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to attract attention to what was going on in his cell. But soon Mason was humping away in him, fucking Davis' ass as if he owned it.
Davis lay with his face buried in the mattress, his throbbing eye sore as his asshole was mauled roughly. Davis put up no resistance as he took every thick curved inch the inmate shoved into him.
Mason was a 2 time loser with his third strike against. In and out of prison all his life, he knew a `pussy' when he saw one. He wasn't too sure about Davis when he first arrived a few weeks ago, but he knew by the way Davis flaunted his body around their cell in nothing but his prison shorts and his tight body and fat plump ass, that it wouldn't be long before he was riding that ass like a fiend. He pushed Davis' head into the mattress and fucked his ass harder, just to show him who was boss of their cell. Davis grunted as the thrusts got harder and rougher. Soon his feet were coming up off the floor as Mason fucked him further up into the bed. Davis was beginning to like his new position as cell pussy when Mason suddenly growled, and shoved his entire dick inside the anal sheath.
Davis felt every pulse and throb as the dick unloaded thick wads of hot cum deep into his anal canal. Davis thought his ordeal was over when instead of pulling out, Mason flipped Davis over onto his back in missionary position, then proceeded to fuck him all over again. In this position Davis's dick lay hard on his stomach, revealing his true excitement as he got fucked by his cellmate. Others stood by the bars and watched as word quickly spread that Davis was now `pussy'. Inmates made plans to test out his new pussy as soon as tomorrow, planning to fuck him first thing in the morning in the shower room.
Pt-7
LIGHTS OUT!
As inmates settle in for the night, Abdul lay in his bottom bunk worrying how his life with Muhammad was going to be affected. Muhmmad lay in his own top bunk, wondering the same thing. In the distance they could hear the muffled sounds of inmates engaging in sexual activity. Muhammad found his dick rock hard as he thought about Abdul lying in the bunk beneath him naked.
Without saying a word, he jumped down from his bunk and shed his shorts. Abdul watched curiously as Muhammad reached down and pulled back his covers. Abdul's dick started to grow hard when Muhammad reached for his underwear and started to pull them off. He lifted and parted Abdul's legs, exposing his hairy anus as he bent forward and started licking.
"OOooooo..." moaned Abdul, his anus puckering violently at the forgotten sensation.
He locked his toes into the springs under Muhammad's top bunk, raising his ass higher for deeper probing. Muhammad licked up and down the slightly haired crevice, then shoved his strong tongue inside the actual hole. Abdul reached down in the dark and began stroking Muhammad's thick 9 incher. He wanted it inside of him so badly that he could hardly breathe. After nearly 10 minutes of anal eating, Abdul finally managed to coax Muhammad up from his ass to position his dick up to the opening. The two men looked onto the shadows of each other's faces as Muhammad slowly sank in.
Both men moaned softly as they lay connected dick and ass. Abdul wrapped his legs around Muhammad's waist as Muhammad began to fuck in and out of him. He lay down fully atop Abdul chest to chest, kissing him passionately on the lips. Abdul wrapped his arms around Muhammad's back, clutching him closely as they fucked. Gone were all the stress of the day, all the decent and lies, all the sounds of inmates making love and being raped around them. All that mattered was here and now, what they shared between them as Muhammad thrust rhythmically in and out of Abdul's clinging anus with all the passion and desperation of a man in love. Abdul panted heavily in Muhammad's mouth, sucking hard on his tongue and swapping spit like life savors.
"Ooohh shit, Muhammad..., I missed you sooo fucking much, man!" moaned Abdul, confessing his emotions.
"I missed you too..." whispered Muhammad, thrusting continuously. "...you're all I ever thought of while I was locked up! How much I missed you, how much I wanted you..., how much I loved you..."
"I'm sorry baby..., I'll never fucking step out on you again! I promise!" said Abdul, looking up into Muhammad's dark eyes. "I'm here for the duration, for as long as you want me in return!"
"I ain't going Nowhere!" smiled Muhammad.
"That makes two of us!" agreed Abdul.
Muhammad started to slam his hips into Abdul's ass harder and harder, driving his 9 inch crowbar deep into the Muslim's tight sucking hole. Abdul grunted with each hard thrust, his body taking the impacts of Muhammad's mad passion. He encouraged it, knowing Muhammad needed this more than he did. After 2 weeks of torture, he deserved to give a little frustration back. Abdul gladly accepted it, knowing he would gain the fruit of his fury.
Muhammad started to groan, his dick pulsing as he fucked the anus under him deeper. He rose up on his arms (in push-up position), giving his dick deep access. Abdul rose his legs, making a better target. He wanted Muhammad's load in him, a symbol of his love and passion in a heated burst of liquid gold. Abdul reached down and began stroking his own healthy 8 inch dick, stroking it in time so that he could cum with Muhammad. He could tell by the way the older man fucked him, that he was very close to losing his load.
"Awww shit..!" moaned Muhammad, rolling his eyes.
"Come on, Muhammad..., give it to me! Give it to me baby!" whispered Abdul between grunts.
Muhammad hammered harder, causing the small bed to squeak and squeal. He panted hard several times as his breathing became labored, then slammed his pelvis against Abdul's ass as he growled and unloaded enough cum from his contracting balls to fill two anuses.
"ARRRHHHH...!!" he growled, losing his essence inside the man he loved.
"OH FUCK...!!" shouted Abdul, shooting his own load all over his slightly haired chest and stomach. Muhammad could feel Abdul's tightly gripping anus pulse and squeeze his thick shaft with every pump of cum his balls shot. It milked his dick as he collapsed on top of his lover, and kissed him again on the lips.
"You're the best thing to ever happen to me in a looong time...!" whispered Muhammad, honestly.
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