Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 15:30:33 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: The Hole-2

	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/2
RACE RELATIONS

Pt-1

Warden Ellis' Office...

	Race is a major issue for an all the male prisoners at Piedmont
Penitentiary. With nearly 1500 inmates (a whopping 70 percent of them
African American) its hard to keep order, -add into that old prejudices and
outdated stereotypes, and you have all the ingredients for the virtual
boiling pot with the lid.

	In society 42 year old Bruce Gardner was an officer of the law, a
cop with over 20 years in active service, -but the court system and a
lengthy trial has named him Piedmont Penitentiary's newest
resident. Gardner, along with 3 fellow officers gone bad; (Alan Cooper,
Joseph Justine, and Donald Blake from Precinct-23) -learned quickly that
they were amongst the minimum numbers in jail. Here, THEY were the
minorities. They knew the only way to insure safety in numbers, was by
joining other whites in a show of unity. But the majority of whites locked
away in prison were bikers, druggies, wife beaters, adulterers, thieves,
murderers, kidnappers, skin heads, and other abusers, not the kind of group
looking to rub elbows with former officers of the law. Gardner and his men
were wedged between a rock and a hard place.

"I don't have to tell you how disappointing this is..., seeing law
enforcement officers behind bars! You're supposed to set examples for
society, not ADD to all the drama and bullshit spewing on our city
streets!" --yelled 52 year old warden -Dennis Ellis, as he sat behind his
large desk in his office. Former officer Bruce Gardner sat relaxed, his
facial expressions showing his discontent for the black official sitting
behind his desk in judgment. "I know all about your activities as a police
officer..." added Ellis, looking through Gardner's files. "...you were
quite a powerhouse on the streets, eh -Terminator? That is what THEY called
you, isn't it? Terminator? Like the unstoppable cyborg from the 1984 movie?
I take it you're one bad ass, eh?"

"You've got my paperwork in front of you, you know I wouldn't be here if I
wasn't!" --responded Gardner, arrogantly. Ellis smirked.

"I also know your pig ass is a racist cop..., fucking with blacks and other
minorities on the streets while using your badge as a shield, to keep them
from beating your lilly white punk ass right proper!" --surmised Ellis. "So
you think because you're white, that you're better than everyone else? Is
that right?" --asked Ellis. When Gardner didn't answer, Ellis continued by
reading his personal files. "According to your records, you have a lot of
complaints from African Americans that claim racial profiling and excessive
force. Seems you don't like minorities much, do you?"

"Is there a point to this interview?" asked Gardner, growing weary of the
analysis.

"Well..., I was very aware of who you were even before you stepped foot in
my prison. I thought I would personally welcome you to my penitentiary, and
inform you that here..., your white superiority status won't save your ass
from the beat down you'll undoubtedly sustain when you're surrounded by
black minorities!" --smiled Ellis, triumphantly. "Welcome to Piedmont!"


PT-2 "Mother fucker!!" yelled Gardner, once he was a safe distance away
from Ellis' office.

"What happened? What did he want?" asked Cooper, standing by the prison
entrance heading back into the Pen from the office sector of the
penitentiary.

"Nothing! He just wanted to gloat his nigger authority!" --said Gardner,
agitated.

"Is he going to give us protection?" asked Cooper, eagerly. They hadn't
been in the prison long, but knew it was only a matter of time before the
inmates made their moves. "Cops behind bars is a practical death sentence!
We won't survive a week in this hell hole with all the niggers and spics
walking around thinking they own the joint!"

"Ellis isn't interested in our protection!" --informed Gardner through grit
teeth. "He's serving us up as a practical smorgasbord! He WANTS the niggers
to fuck us over!"

"Fuck! What're we gonna do?" asked Cooper, distraught. "We can't fight the
entire prison population!"

"We're going to do the only thing we can do..." reasoned Gardner, pulling
Cooper into a more secluded corridor. "We team up with the skin heads!"

"Those crazy fucks? They're loose cannons, man! I don't trust them! They'll
fuck us over first chance they get!" --complained Cooper.

"We may have to lay a sacrifice in order to get in good with them..."
--thought Gardner.

"A sacrifice? Who? What?" asked Cooper, hoping it wasn't him.

"One of the twins..." said Gardner, referring to former officers Blake and
Justine. "If we're going down anyway..., we might as well play every card
we have!" --he insisted. Cooper was quickly on board, so long as it wasn't
his ass on the line.

"Which one?" he asked, curiously.

"Justine, of course."


Pt-3
	Duke is a 40 year old convicted murderer. He's currently part CEO
of the drug cartel in Piedmont Penitentiary. He holds this honor with 3
others, all prominent pillars in their own rites. At 6-3 and 190 lbs of
pure muscle, Duke is as known for his murderous temper as he is for his
muscle mass. We awakes in his cell every morning, to an expert blow job
from his cellmate, -28 year old Nakia Dawson. Nakia was a black man who was
falsely convicted for the rape of a young white female college student
where he worked as cook. The trial was plagued with circumstantial
evidence, and even the victim admitted that she did not see the rapist's
face, as he had attacked her from behind and slammed her head into a tree
as he fucked her cunt from behind. But Nakia was in the wrong place at the
wrong time with no alibi when police officers were desperate to find an
assailant for the angry mob of demonstrators, protestors, and reporters
hungry for a resolution.
	Once convicted, Nakia was sentenced to 15 years. He vowed his
innocence throughout his trial, but everyone (including the judge) wanted a
quick ending to the story. In society Nakia was a hard working man, a fair
man destined for a bright future, 5 days after walking into Piedmont
Penitentiary, he caught the eye of Duke McDaniels, and his life soon took
an even deep plunge into despair.

	Duke was a truck driver in his "former life" (as the inmates call
their former lives outside the prison). He hauled heavy materials across
the country for days, weeks on end. Along the way he often did drugs to
stay awake, and picked up hookers and hitchhikers for road company when he
was horny. Duke learned a long time ago that while on the road for a long
haul, that a mouth is a mouth is a mouth is a mouth. One doesn't get picky
when one's dick his bone hard and in need of soft caressing. Most times he
had no problem finding whores at the trucker's rest stops, some of them
weren't even hookers, they were just horny nimphos that wanted/needed dick
badly. But sometimes when pussy wasn't available, Duke found the hot mouth
of a willing (or sometimes unwilling) young man to be just as pleasurable.
	The first time Duke got his dick sucked from another dude was when
he'd been on the road for 18 hours. He was passing through Ohio when he
decided to stop at one of the resting areas for truckers, stretch his legs
and take a dump in one of the rest rooms. It was late (2am) when he pulled
in and parked. His dick was rock hard and needing attention, but he didn't
see any bimbo's lurking around looking for action. He decided he'd have to
settle for his own hand job after he took a shit, so he climbed down out of
his cab and made his way down the row of parked rigs housing sleeping
truckers towards the rest room at the end of the walk. Inside he was shock
to see about 5 truckers standing around one guy, with their pants down
around their ankles. The truckers turned around to acknowledge Duke as he
entered, but went right back to what they were doing.

	Duke watched as the men stood surrounding another man who was bent
over at the waist. One trucker held him by the head, pumping his hips into
the guy's face. Duke could hear the sloppy wet gurgling sounds the guy made
as the trucker's dick penetrated his throat. Another trucker held him by
the hips, slamming his pelvis into the guy's bare ass, sending his dick
straight through his rectum. Duke was shocked as he watched his fellow
truckers fuck another dude like a bitch.
	Duke walked over to a urinal, and pulled out his big hard black
dick.

"Don't waste that load in the toilet, dude..." said one of the men standing
around stroking his own hardon. "...give it to the kid, he loves getting
pissed on while getting fucked!"
	Duke shrugged his shoulders, then walked over to the group. The men
parted for him, giving him a clear target. The guy looked young, college
age if a day out of high school. The guy face fucking him held him by the
ears, using them as handles as he rammed his entire dick length down into
his open throat from tip to base. Duke saw the trucker's eyes roll up into
his head just as he slammed his balls into the kid's chin, and held it
there.

"AAARRR SHIT...!!" he yelled, as his body started to tremble from
orgasm. The kid's eyes bulged as his ballooned throat expanded and
convulsed around the embedded dick. Everyone knew the trucker was unloading
down his throat by the way the kid's throat gagged and gargled. Spit,
drool, and bits of foamy white semen escaped the edges of his stretched
lips. Most of the cum poured down into his throat, but some back out every
time he gagged, causing slime to drool onto the floor beneath him.

	The trucker yanked his dick from the kid's mouth after he was done
cumming. Duke noticed the kid's face was covered with slime from cum and
piss. Duke stepped up in front of the kid. The boy saw the big black moby
dick being presented to him, and opened his mouth to accept it. But instead
of getting a mouthful of hard dick, he got a mouthful of hot piss.
	Duke let his piss flow, splattering the kid's upturned face and
open mouth. The boy gasped and gulped as he tried to swallow all the hot
fluids being fed to him. Duke's piss load was long, he'd been holding it
for 2 states, and could have filled a half gallon jug easily. Once he was
finished drowning the boy (to the cheers of his fellow truckers), he
stuffed the boy's mouth his dick. The boy turned out to be a better dick
sucker then most females Duke fucked. He took Duke's mammoth rod all the
way down to his hairy balls. Duke loved the velvety wet feel of the boy's
throat wrapped around his rod, and started fucking his head hard,
-practically choking the kid death. The boy fought to breathe while still
getting fucked at the other end. Duke held his wet head in his hands while
he pulverized his throat muscles, watching his wet butt cheeks swallow up
all the white dick going up his rear.
	The ass fucker at the kid's butt must have been in the saddle for
awhile, cause right after Duke started pounding the boy's throat (causing
his anus to throb uncontrollably), the man started cumming thick ropes of
cum deep in the kid's buttock. As soon as he was done, another dick took
his place, pushing right into the smooth taut white cheeks.

"Fuck this lil' bitch!" --encouraged Duke, punching his dick through the
oral ring before him. The new trucker pounded the kid's ass, trying to
match Duke's speed. The kid was sandwiched between 2 rough truck fuckers,
his tight jock body being pounded into ground beef. This was the moment he
dreamt of, ever since going to college and discovering his desire for cock!
He started out servicing dicks at the library's men's room at night, it was
a known spot for horny students studying for exams. Then he started blowing
his dorm roommates, soon after he was being invited to frat parties as the
entertainment. It was during one of those all male suck offs that he got
fucked up the ass for the first time. That night he discovered his love to
be used by men. From then on he was nothing more than a place for students
and jocks to dump their loads, but few college age fuckers could give dick
as well as horny trucker drivers. He discovered them one night while
hitching a ride after his car broke down on the freeway. A horny trucker
picked him up in a winter snow storm, and warmed him up in the back cab of
his 18 wheeler. The trucker radioed to other drivers in the area, and soon
he was going from truck to truck at the height of the storm, getting ass
and throat fucked until his insides were clogged with cum at both
ends. That's when he started chasing truckers at the places they gathered,
offering a hot ass and a warm throat whenever they needed one.

	Duke felt his dick starting to throb as he fucked deep down into
the boy's gullet. The humpy 19 year old (with snot dripping from his
nostrils) swallowed every inch of Duke's mammoth black rod. When Duke
shoved his big piece all the way down his throat and held it there, the kid
knew what was coming. Cum belched from Duke's big dick head, burning a
trail down into the kid's contracting throat. He gulped down what he could,
even while his ass was being crammed at the same moment.

"AAAWWW FUCK!" yelled the man at his ass, cumming a quart of dick juice up
his inflamed backside. Both men pulled out after cumming, leaving his mouth
and asshole agape. The other truckers all started to disperse, having cum
at least one in one of the boy's hot holes. The young jock thanked all the
truckers for the party, then went in search for his clothes. Duke was still
horny after his long haul, and his dick had only lost about half its
mass. When the young college boy bent forward to retrieve his pants and
underwear, he small flat ass cheeks parted to reveal the red swollen anal
lips dripping a steady stream of dick juice. Duke's dick stood rock solid
as he walked up behind the boy, and buried his meat in one shove. The boy
screamed in horror as his asshole was quickly mauled and fucked. Duke
shoved him up into one of the toilet stalls, and fucked him hard over one
of the bowls. The boy's body adjusted to the fucking rather quickly,
accepting the heavy dicking as the plentiful cum lining his anal canal
coated Duke's mater-rod and made fucking easier. He blew a huge load into
the white boy's guts, leaving the boy with a new fetish for black
males. Since then, Duke found head from male hitchhikers and toilet hounds
whenever he could.

	When he first saw Nakia Dawson in the courtyard behind the prison,
his dick sprung an instant hardon. Nakia wasn't effeminate, nor was he gay
in any sense of the word, -but none of that mattered to Duke's dick. Duke
inquired about the new "fish", gathering information about him. He learned
that Nakia was alone in prison, with no real group or backing from anyone
influential. He also learned that Nakia wasn't a real threat, -word had it
that he was truly innocent of the rape he was convicted of, which meant he
didn't have a particularly violent nature. This made Duke's decision to
take him more appealing.
	Duke made arrangements to have Nakia's cell placement changed. They
became cellmates the following day. Nakia was frightened the moment he met
his new cellmate. He knew of Duke's reputation from other inmates who
warned him to stay away from him. Duke was laying back in his bunk, wearing
only his boxer shorts and a wife's beater. Nakia couldn't help but notice
the huge lump imprinting Duke's obviously hard tool. He tried to be
pleasant and respectful while ignoring the massively growing bulge before
him. That's when Duke decided to lay down the law...;

"From now on, you'll be MY bitch for as long as we're cellmates! I want my
dick sucked every morning before I wake up! And I expect pussy every night
before bed! Refuse me on any account at any time, and you'll be spending a
week in the infirmary. Are we clear?"

"Huh..?" asked Nakia, at a loss for real words. Before his mind could
compute what his options were, he was attacked by the big thick former
trucker. Nakia never saw a man move so fast. Once second Duke was laying
back lazily with a hardon, and the next he was standing in front of him,
punching him in the face and gut.
	He grabbed Nakia by the head, and rammed him face first into the
wall. Then he threw him down onto the bottom bunk, and twisted his arm
behind his back until he heard the bone crack. Nakia screamed in pain as
Duke flipped him over on his back. While Nakia grabbed his broken arm, Duke
pulled his hardon from his piss slit and forced Nakia to suck him. Nakia
was crying and begging for a doctor when his mouth was stuffed full of hard
male dick. He choked and gagged on the swollen glands as the huge thing
moved in and out of his mouth. Fortunately it didn't take Duke long to
cum. The adrenaline from the aggressive fight had him close to the edge,
and watching the straight man's virgin mouth stretch around his dark
colored ramrod, made him shot his load pre-maturely. The cum flooded
Nakia's mouth, choking him as he was forced to gobble it down. Once Duke
had finished cumming and establishing his authority and house rules, he
allowed Nakia to seek help with the nearest prison guard, who took him
immediately to the infirmary to have his broken arm set in a cast. Of
course Nakia refused to say who broke his arm, so no charges or disciple
was ever enacted on Duke. When Nakia came back to the cell, he knew his new
place as "cell-pussy" was wrote in stone, and gave Duke whatever he wanted,
whenever he wanted.


Pt-4
	Raul Rodriguez was a 26 year old puertorican from "ricanville"
north philly. One the streets he was in a gang called `the ROOT BOYZ" since
he was born (his father before him was a gang leader). Romero Rodriguez was
39, and the father of 6 when he was killed in a bloody drug war involving
rival gangs. Romero inducted his sons into the gang from the moment they
were conceived. With a heavy legacy to uphold, Raul and his brothers
(Carlos and David) worked hard to fill their father's shoes. They were
known as the "Rod brothers" in their circle. Raul was the most ruthless of
the 3, a born gang leader with blood on his hands from the ripe old age of
10. Carlos was the next in line, with the reputation of following his older
brother anywhere. David was the youngest of the 3 siblings, and the most
sensitive. Gay since birth, he and his brothers worked hard to conceal his
true nature, -"a man can't be respected by his peers if he's on his knees
looking up" --their grandpapi would saw.
	The 3 were arrested in an undercover sting that implicated them
all. Trialed together, they were all sentenced to the same time; 25 years
for peddling over 10 kilos of crack coke.

	Being incarcerated together and having street knowledge and
reputations was a definite plus for Raul and his brothers. They knew some
of the Rican inmates from the hood the instant they came in, and they
watched each other's backs from the blacks and the Aryan boys looking to do
them harm. Raul's extensive training in street drugs made him a shoe in
with the drug cartel. He quickly became "leader" of Puerto Rican sales,
meaning (by theory) he was on the same levels as "Duke" from the black
correlation, "Sarge" from the Aryan boys, and Muhammad from the Muslims
(all leaders of their groups).
	Raul takes pride in being the youngest "elder" in the ranks of
power at Piedmont. He strolls through the halls of his block with his head
high, and his shoulders cross. He usually walks with no less than 2 of his
subjects at all times for safety, one never knows when someone would get it
in their head to want to climb up the latter of success by killing one of
the cartels. They are usually armed at all times, -hidden home made ice
picks and knives make for deadly weapons in prison, and inmates are always
coming up with ingenious ways of concealing them from prison guards and
officials.

	On this particular morning, Raul is making his daily rounds around
his cell block, -making sure everything is everything since he last closed
his eyes. Ricans accounted for 20 percent of the population (and growing),
so sales for Raul were pretty good. He could see the effects of his drugs
in the eyes of some of his fellow inmates. Glassy eyes meant for good
times, which meant more money when the high wears off. Things were good as
far as Raul was concerned, aside from the lack of female companionship
(which he was able to rectify through deals and perks from the cartel). But
as Raul rounded the corner to one of the corridors of his block, he thought
he noticed something in the back stairwell leading to the first level.
	This particular stairwell is out of immediate sight to most guards,
as one has to physically enter it to see anything. It's patrolled several
times a day, but has no working cameras in its well, so inmates often use
it as a secret place to get high, make illegal deals, of have quick sex.

	Raul approached quietly, wanting to catch whoever was in there by
surprise. He figured he's simply peer in to see who it was and what they
were doing, before going about his daily business as "drug lord leader" (he
loved his title role). But as he peeked in the door, his eyes quickly
narrowed in disgust. He saw his little brother David bent over at the
waist, giving his ass up to one of his boyfriends. "Go get my brother,
Carlos!" --he ordered one of his men. The flunky ran off in search for
Carlos, as Raul continued to watch his baby brother get fucked.
	David Rodriguez was 21, fair complexion with long black breads he
often wore in 2 long breaded ponytails. He was thin figured (no muscles),
and slightly hairy. His best features were his penetrating eyes and his
pink lips. David was a nature bottom who loved to please his men. He'd been
sucking dick since he discovered his attraction to boys when he was 15, and
has been trying to hide this fact from his family ever since. But while
Raul and their brother Carlos knew (mostly by word on the street), they
often made insurances to assure no one found out. Friends and family were
worn to secrecy, while others were beaten up and left for dead. No one
spoke bad about the Rod Brothers without paying a heavy price.

	The inmate fucking David was 20 year old Alex Sanchez. He'd been
convicted of car theft for a chop shop he worked in. Alex was straight, but
like most men, couldn't contain his hardon for long without wanting to feel
it crammed in something hot and wet. He knew of David Rodriguez and his
brother's reputations in the system, he knew if you needed anything, THEY
were the ones to go to for results. He knew they had the run of the prison,
and he knew not to fuck with any of them (as did everyone else). So imagine
Alex's surprise when David Rodriguez walked up to him and asked if he
wanted his dick sucked? At first Alex thought David was running a
prostitution on the side, and was trying to sale one of his punks. At first
Alex declined, saying that he didn't have that kind of cash, but when David
revealed his intentions, Alex found the offer too good to pass up.
	The first time they got together, David merely sucked his dick. He
took Alex into the stairwell early before any traffic came through. He sank
to his knees as Alex unzipped his pants and presented his hardon. Alex kept
expecting David to say "cyke, just kidding", all the way up until the point
when he took him into his mouth. Alex leaned back against the stair wall
and closed his eyes to imagine one of his girlfriends back at home sucking
his dick. But his daydream was quickly shattered when he discovered that
David Rodriguez was a much better "cock sucker" than most of the chicks he
fucked. David swallowed Alex's thin but long dick all the way down into his
throat, and caressed it with his silky throat muscles. Alex came instantly,
feeding David a pent up load he'd been saving for days. But David didn't
stop there, he wasn't interested in any quick gratifications, -he continued
sucking Alex through to another blow job. Alex couldn't believe his luck as
he stood there knock kneed, his dick being devoured by another man. David
bobbed his head back and forth for another full 5 minutes before he was
rewarded with a second load of heavy cum. David deep throated Alex as he
shot, creaming his throat with a second batch of baby makers.

	That was several encounters ago, -now Raul watched as his little
brother was being anal fucked, his face growing red with anger and
disgust. Alex Sanchez held David by his slender hips, fucking his long thin
dick in and out of the Rodriguez boy's bare ass. Not many inmates knew of
David's lust to be fucked, and those who did kept the secret, knowing what
was best for them. Alex was no different, as good as David's tight gripping
hole was, he couldn't brag and reveal his cum hole for fear of what might
happen. David was a great lover, very intuitive and giving. He often
allowed Alex to fuck his mouth or ass for as long as it took to get him
off, and he accepted every load into his body, allowing it to soak into
him, becoming a part of him.
	David stroked his own hardon while he got fucked. He moaned softly,
not wanting to attract any attention. David loved the way Alex fucked, he
thrust with strong firm strokes without trying to be too aggressive of
forceful. He fucked ass for the simple joy of sex, not power. His dick hit
spots in David's ass that had the cute 21 year old's dick drooling beads of
semen. With his pants down around his knees, he quickly shot his load onto
the stairwell floor. Alex felt David's asshole cramp and close up around
his shaft, and fucked harder. David grunted as his asshole spasm and his
orgasm passed. Soon he felt Alex's grip on his waist tighten, as he rammed
his dick all the way in and came. Both men moaned aloud as Alex filled
David's anal pussy with cum.

"Thanks man." --said Alex, pulling out and zipping up.

"Any time, man." --smiled David, pulling his own pants up over his ass. They
both dressed then headed for the door, only to be met with an angry Raul,
Carlos, and 2 other Rican gang members. "Raul...!" shouted David,
surprised.

"Go back to the cell." --ordered Raul.

"Ra'..., it's not what you think...!"

"GO BACK TO THE CELL!" yelled Raul, vehemently.
	David's heart quickened. He knew Raul had seen him. He only hoped
he wouldn't hurt Alex too badly as he lowered his head and quickly walked
back to their cell. Alex stood there, scared stiff as he looked into the
angry faces of his brethren.

"Raul, man..." started Alex, but was quickly hushed when Raul put a his
index finger for silence.

"You know who I am?" he asked, calmly.

"Yes." --answered Alex, nervously.

"You know my brothers?"

"Yes." --answered Alex, his eyes starting to water.

"You know our reputation around this prison?"

"Yes. But..." --again with the finger...

"Then what makes you think you can fuck one of us, without being fucked by
all of us?" --questioned Raul.

"HE came to ME!" defended Alex. "I didn't ask him to do anything, -HE
wanted it!"
	Raul turned to his second brother and laughed.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, humorously. "He's saying David asked for
it. That our brother asked him to fuck him in the ass like some cheap 5
dollar bimbo. Do you believe that?"

"Hell NO!" answered Carlos, vehemently. Raul turned back to Alex.

"That would mean our little brother's gay. Are you saying that our brother
is gay?" asked Raul. Alex, swallowed hard.

"I'm...I'm not..., I'm just saying..., No. No, I don't think he's gay."
--answered Alex, thoughtfully.

"So what kinda straight man takes it up the ass, then?" countered
Raul. "Are you straight?"

"Yes." --answered Alex.

"Do YOU take it up the ass?"

"No." --answered Alex.

"But my straight brother David did. Is that what you want me to believe?"
asked Raul.

"I..., don't know..." said Alex, confused.

"Way I see it, you got 2 options..., ONE; we go back into that stairwell
and you bend over and let me and my brother Carlos even the score, or TWO;
we go back into that stairwell and you don't bend over and me and my
brother Carlos even the score another way. Which one you chose?"

"Raul, please man..." begged Alex, a tear streaming his left cheek.

"Chose carefully. I'm really hoping for option TWO!" --said Raul.

"I pick ONE!" --said Alex, knowing he might not survive option two.

"Watch the stairwell." --ordered Raul, as he and Carlos escorted Alex back
to the scene of the crime. "Bend over mother fucker, we ain't got all day!"
yelled Raul, impatiently. He wasn't one to fuck other men, as he and Carlos
got conjugal visits a couple times a month to fuck real pussy. But Raul
felt Alex needed to be the exception. No one fucks with the Rodriguez
Brothers and gets away with it! "Get me hard, mother fucker...!" he ordered
Alex.
	Alex pulled his pants down under his knees, then turned around to
suck Raul's limp dick. Raul was 5-6, 130 lbs, muscular, fair complexion
(like his brothers), and hairy with a constant 3 day stubble about his chin
and cheeks. He sported a thin mustache, and a head full of silky back hair
which girls loved to play in and bread into cornrows.

	Alex reluctantly took Raul's tan penis into his virgin mouth and
started sucking. As a straight man, he never imagined having a dick in his
mouth. This was his worse prison nightmare come true (well, his actual
worse nightmare was being butt raped by an angry mob of horny niggers, -but
this is a close second). At first Raul's dick didn't respond to being
sucked, but after a few minutes, it slowly started to grow and
lengthen. Alex was glad to see Raul's dick was only average sized, about 6
inches with medium width. He sucked passively, not really into but just
obeying an order. "Best to get it good and wet, it's the only lube we have"
--informed Raul, causing Alex to lavish the head and shaft in foamy
spit. "That's enough, now bend the fuck over!"

"Raul, can we talk about this man?" asked Alex, trying one more time to
reason.

"We did talk about it, you chose getting fucked over getting FUCKED,
remember?"
	Alex knew what that meant. He knew he was wasting his breath trying
to reason logic. He simply turned around and presented his ass for the
inevitable. Raul stepped up close behind him, then rammed his dick into the
hold. The head slammed into the sealed anus, but did not enter. A sharp
pain hit the outer surface, indicating what Alex was in stored for.
	Raul regrouped and re-aimed. His second attempt pressed his dick
head into the sealed pucker. Alex groaned painfully as the dick added
pressure. It tightened automatically, trying to keep the invading penal
out. But Raul was determined to get in. He pressed hard, holding Alex by
his waist as he pushed with his hips. Alex felt the head starting to
squeeze in. His asshole screamed resentment as the sphincter defended its
territory.

"You'd best relax and take it, fuck head! I'm getting in one way or
another!" --warned Raul. Alex's hole fought valiantly, but the anal lips
soon tired of the struggle, and the head finally popped in, followed by
several inches of shaft.
	Alex screamed as his virgin hole was conquered. Nothing had ever
gone in his ass before, -not a dick, not a finger, not a tongue, not even a
thermometer. Raul pressed his hairy pubes against Alex's bare buns, and
ground his dick around in the tight confides of his chute. Alex's asshole
squeezed Raul's dick so tightly, that Raul faintly feared his dick head
with burst blood instead of cum. When he pulled back with his hips, his
dick squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube. Alex made so much noise on
the in-stroke, that Raul had to put his hand over the man's mouth while he
fucked him.

	Alex felt nothing but excruciating pain registering through his
bowels as his ass was fucked for the first of 2 times. He screamed into
Raul's hand as the older Rican pumped in and out of him. It felt like
someone was stabbing him in the ass with a hot knife. Alex couldn't
understand why people liked this sort of thing, -if this was how David felt
when he fucked him, why did he request it so much?
	Raul couldn't believe how tight Alex's asshole was. Raul had never
fucked anything even remotely this tight --ever. It was nearly painful to
move back and forth, it felt like Alex's anal ring was going to cut his
dick in half, or in any case scrap off all of his skin. But he kept
fucking, pressing his dick in and out to make certain his stance on fucking
with the Rodriguez's.

	After about 10 minutes of intense painful fucking, Alex was
relieved to hear Raul announce to his brother Carlos that he was about to
cum. Alex waited with bated breath as Raul picked up the pace, then rammed
his dick in and came. Alex could feel the dick pump and pulse inside him,
but was not acutely aware of the cum filling his swollen rectum. When Raul
pulled out (whipping the hand that covered Alex's drooling mouth on Alex's
shirt), he ordered Alex to turn around and clean the cum and shit off his
dick with his mouth. Alex did so reluctantly. He bent forward and took the
gamy meat between his lips and sucked it clean, the taste of cum and shit
fouled his senses immediately.

"My turn!" --announced Carlos, already stroking his erection in anticipation
of an orgasm.
	Alex stood up and turned back around to present his sore all. He
bent over timidly, not really wanting to repeat the last experience. Carlos
stepped up behind him, then shoved his dick inside the hole. While still
tight, it was no longer sealed, -the anal lips opened when pressed,
allowing Carlos' dick to enter the sperm lined track.
	The second penetration hurt, but was not nearly as painful as the
first. Alex screamed out, but quickly recovered as the second brother
started to fuck him. Carlos was 24, 5-7, 140 lbs, hairy, with a thick black
mustache and a bushy goatee. His hair wasn't as slick and silky as his 2
brother, as it more resembled a soft curly bush which he often wore it in
with a du-rag wrapped around the hairline like a bandana. Carlos wasn't the
leader his brother (Raul) was, nor the strong independent individual his
other brother (David) was, -Carlos was a follower, the man to call on when
you wanted something bad done right. He spent his life selling drugs,
running orders, hiding from 5-0, and killing the opposition. He did
whatever his brother Raul demanded of him. They were the sons of Romero,
they had a reputation to uphold.

	Alex felt Carlos holding onto his bare hips, fucking his ample 7
inch dick in and out of his burning asshole. He groaned and grunted
painfully from the fucking, but knew he would survive. He just hoped Raul
and Carlos didn't continue fucking him after this encounter, or spread his
name around the prison walls as "new pussy". New pussy" was when a straight
inmate was raped, and turned into what men liked to call "female status",
which means his ass feels like girl pussy. Once that kind of word gets
around, you can never go back to being a full blooded man, you would always
be labeled "pussy" until the moment you die or get released. For Alex (and
any other full blooded man), that would be a step worse than death, -for at
least death holds honor, getting butt fucked up the ass by 20 guys at a
time holds no honor for no one.

	After about 5 minutes of fucking in and out of the same hole his
brother hard creamed in, Carlos felt his dick starting to tingle. His balls
tightened in their hairy sack as he sighed and dumped a weeks worth of hot
cum into the ass of the guy that fucked his brother David.
	Alex heard the second brother sigh, then felt him tremble as he
lost his load. Alex's dick never hardened while getting fucked, he simply
bore the pain and humiliation as the 2 brothers came inside him. Once
Carlos was done, Alex had to suck his dick clean as well, before they
finally zipped up and called it even.

"If I ever heard word get out that you fucked my brother up the ass, the
next time I fuck you will be with a knife!" --threatened Raul, pulling a
shank from the seam of his pants. He held the shank up to Alex's throat,
then added just enough pressure to puncture the skin and draw blood. Alex
felt the sharp prick, then saw Raul lick the blood from the tip of the
shank, to show just how crazy insane he was. Then he sheathed his weapon,
and left. Carlos gave Alex a menacing look for reassurance, then followed
his brother out. Alex breathed a sigh of relief as he thanked his god for
sparing his life. His asshole ached like a sonovabitch, and he had cum
soaking into the ass of his underwear, but at least he still had his life!


Pt-5
	Bruce Gardner and his cohorts; Cooper, Blake, and Justine, walked
up to the cell black of the Aryan boys. 2 Aryan members stood guard at the
entrance of the block, to ward off any undesirables who didn't belong.

"I'm here to see Sarge." --said Gardner, standing before the 2 skinheads
wearing a plethora of satanic tattoos up and down their arms, necks,
chests, and backs.

"You have an appointment?" asked one of the Aryan guards.

"I have a proposition he'd want to hear." --answered Gardner.

"I doubt that." --countered the Aryan. "Get the fuck outta here. No one sees
Sarge unless you have an appointment."

"Well...you heard him fellas..." said Gardner, turning towards his fellow
officers. "...guess we don't get in until we make an appointment."

"And how do we do that?" asked Cooper, grinning.

"I guess we knock!" --answered Gardner, swinging his right fist into the
Aryan's jaw. The guy fell backwards onto the floor, his mouth and nose
already bleeding before his ass hit the ground.
	The second Aryan tried to defend his post, but was quickly hit by
Cooper, who simply kicked him hard in the groin. The Aryan fell to his
knees, the fight quickly knocked out of him. As Gardner and his men moved
in, they were quickly countered ay an army of skinheads ready to defend
their turf.

"Hold it!" yelled an old crusty voice over the shouts and threats. Everyone
froze, then parted as an older man (about 60) walked through the mass of
white bodies. "Whadda you want?"

"Are you Sarge?" asked Gardner, surprised by the guy's age. "My name's
Bruce Gardner, I'm a..."

"I know who the fuck you are, pig! What the fuck'r you doing in MY cell
block?" screamed the man.

"Well..., I'd like to discuss that with you -in private." --answered
Gardner. Sarge looked Gardner and his cop friends over amusingly, then
waved his followers aside.

"Let them through. But search them for weapons and wires..., I don't trust
no pigs!" he ordered, before turning back into his block.

To be continued...