Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2007 22:53:02 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-3

	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/3
CONTINUM

Pt-1

	West Philly, the new resident of former police officer turned
prison guard; -Malik Jones. Malik had an extensive history with Precinct-23
before quitting the force for reason of his own (see Precinct-23 in the Jan
1st section of gay/authoritarian section). Now he is a prison guard,
residing over 1500 inmates daily.

	His alarm clock rings at 6pm (Malik works the swing shift). But
before Malik could roll himself out of bed, his roommate Michaels comes
home from his day job at the Round House (Police Headquarters, -a holding
place for criminals awaiting trail or transport to other prison
destinations). Michaels is usually hungry, hot, and horny when he gets
home. With Malik sleeping in his bed (for barter while looking for an apt
of his own), Michaels usually slips in a quick sex session before Malik
gets ready for work. On this particular day, he is lying in bed preparing
to get up, when he hears Michaels enter the room and climb on top of him.

"uhh..." groaned Malik, feeling Michaels press his front to his bottom.
"...not now, Mike..., I have to get ready for work..."

"I'll be quick." --promised Michaels, licking Malik's inner ear.
	Malik could feel Michaels' hardon pressed against his backside
through his uniform. Malik pushed his ass back against the groin.

"I don't have time..., I have to run past the gym..." moaned Malik, lifting
his head up off the pillow. Michaels reached under Malik's bare chest,
pinching his erect nipples. Malik's dick hardoned quickly in his
boxers. Michaels breathed his hot breath on Malik's neck while sucking his
earlobe. "Mike..., I have to go..."
	Michaels felt Malik trying to get up, so he pressed his weight down
harder, trying to keep him still. When Malik started to struggle, Michaels
reached for his cuffs. He grabbed Malik's wrists, and placed them through
the spokes of his head board. "What're you doing?" asked Malik, hearing the
cuffs lock.

"I know how you like it..." said Michaels, getting off Malik as he started
to slowly undress himself. Malik rolled over in bed, his hands cuffed over
head as he looked down from between his arms.

"I don't have time for this, Mike! Un-cuff me!" --insisted Malik.

"Ohh..., bossy, eh? Since when did you MAN-UP and get some balls?" asked
Michaels, peeling off his uniform shirt and wife beater.

"I'm serious, Mike..., un-cuff me --now! I have to go to work!" insisted
Malik, firmly.

"Not til I'm done." -said Michaels, unbuckling his belt. Malik's eyes
zeroed in on the sizable lump in Mike's shorts, as they came down with his
pants. The long dark dick hung down between his legs like a snake,
semi-hard.
	Michaels pulled the sheets off the bed, the proceeded to pull off
Malik's boxer shorts. Malik didn't struggle, but did continue to complain
as his hardened dick and round ass came into view. Michaels grabbed his
ankles, and twisted Malik's legs until he was flipped back onto his
stomach, his plump ass facing the ceiling. Michaels grabbed the lube off
the night stand beside the bed, then climbed between Malik's spread
legs. He poured a generous gob of lubrication into the crack of Malik's
ass, and into his hand to massage onto his dick. Malik watched over his
shoulder, pulling at the cuffs as he begged for release. Michaels ignored
his pleas as he leaned forward, and aimed his dick head between the
cheeks. Malik arched his back, raising his ass as Michaels pressed his dick
inward.

"uuhhhh...!!" groaned Malik, feeling his asshole stretch to accommodate
Michaels' 11 inch python. Michaels pushed in until his long black dick slid
snuggly all the way up inside Malik's rectum. Malik felt Michaels' pubic
hairs press into his smooth buttock as he ground himself around inside.

"Yeah..., that's what I'm talking about!" --moaned Michaels, loving the way
Malik's anus tightened and squeezed around his embedded phallus. He kissed
and licked at Malik's nap as he pulled back with his hips. Malik groaned
heatedly as Michaels pushed back in to bury his dick. "This is what you
like, right Malik? You want a nigga to TAKE what he wants from you, right?"
asked Michaels, fucking in and out. Malik groaned, holding back his
answer. "You don't want no nice mother fucker..., you want a nigga that'll
take your shit, like that convict, -Marvin. He's the type of guy that
really makes you dick hard, ain't he?"

"You're out of you mind...!" resisted Malik, biting his bottom lip.

"Am I? I don't see you complaining too much!" insisted Michaels.

"You handcuffed me! What am I supposed to do?" Michaels reached down under
Malik's groin, grabbing his hard dick.

"Then why's you dick leaking so much, -eh? You KNOW you like this shit! You
like a man taking control of you..., fucking you to his own content!"
--surmised Michaels, his hips pumping his dick in and out of Malik's ass
steadily.

"No...!" moaned Malik, not wanting to hear the truth. Michaels continued to
torment him, even as he continued fucking. Malik pulled against the cuffs,
trying to stifle moans as Michaels fucked his bound ass full of hard dick.
	Michaels had never fucked another man before, prior to fucking
Malik that first time in the Round House (back in Precinct-23 #25). But
since then, he's been using Malik ass as his steady source of sexual
pleasure. Fucking another guy allowed Michaels the chance to escape women
and all their bullshit "craziness" (as he puts it). Men didn't get the mood
swings women did, they didn't scream for attention or cry if you forgot
something important --like a birthday, and more importantly they didn't get
periods, making them crazy and difficult to deal with. Michaels last
girlfriend was like a Jackal and Hyde, he never knew what type of mood
she'd be in until he got home. Some nights she'd been sweet, waiting for
him with dinner cooked and romance in her eyes, -the next night she'd be
holding a frying pan, threatening to bash it into his skull if he looked at
her cross-eyed. Michaels was relieved when they finally broke up for the
last time, and she moved out. The only downside was he had to find himself
another steady girl to fuck, one preferably with "no strings", -but his
search stopped when he discovered city police officer Malik Jones giving
his cop booty up to an inmate in Police Headquarters. He figured by Malik's
demeanor that the cop was on the edge (as explained in Precinct-23), but he
had no idea he was close to quitting the force to become a prison guard
just to be closer to one of the inmates. If Malik was willing to give his
butt up to an inmate, Michaels saw no reason why he shouldn't be getting a
piece of the cop's pie. The plan paid off when Malik came to stay with
Michaels while looking for a place to live. Michaels have been taking
advantage of their living arrangement ever since, fucking Malik whenever,
however he wanted. Malik gave good head, and was a hot fuck despite the
head games about not being gay. Michaels didn't care what Malik considered
himself to be, so long as he kept giving up the ass.

	Malik couldn't deny the effects a hard dick did to his mind, -all
Michaels usually had to do was pull it out of his pants or boxer shorts,
and Malik found himself slobbering all over it. He hated himself for not
being stronger, for not being able to resist. Michaels knew what made Malik
tick, as did the inmate Marvin, -both men treated Malik like total cunt,
fucking him despite his protests. He had to admit to an extra added
excitement when one of them manually forced him to submit. There was
something about the way a strong male figure loomed authority over him that
made Malik feel small and insignificant, it made submitting to them
sexually all the more raw and exciting, like he had no choice. It also
exonerated responsibility from Malik, as he was FORCED to have sex against
his will (at least in his eyes).

	After fucking Malik for 10 minutes on his stomach (impelling him
repeatedly on his stiff dick), Michaels pulled his long rod from the former
officer's ass, then grabbed his ankles and flipped him over onto his
back. Malik felt like a rag doll as his body twisted against his bound
wrists. He looked up at Michaels from between his stretched arms,
registering the look of lust in the officer's eyes as he pushed Malik's
legs up against Malik's chest, then shoved his dick back up into his
bowels.
	Malik groaned aloud as Michaels' pube hairs pressed up against his
balls, his entire dick lodged deep in his colon. Michaels saw the
undeniable glow on Malik's face, the sign that he loved being used and
abused like this. Michaels started fucking Malik harder, jamming his dick
into Malik's ass with growing force. Malik's dick dripped a steady stream
of pre-seed as his body twitched from fucking.

"Look at you..." smiled Michaels, watching Malik's reaction as he held his
legs down against his chest. "...look at you laying there, moaning like a
bitch while getting your ass fucked royally! You know you love this shit, I
don't know why you keep lying!"

"Fuck you, Michaels...!" snarled Malik, panting hard as his body was fucked
rough.

"Fuck me? I Doubt it. You're the one that likes getting fuck, baby! You the
one stuck on the end of MY dick, squirming like a lil' girl in heat! Your
dick's about to burst from the looks of it! If I just blow on it, it'll
squirt all over the place!" --teased Michaels. Malik felt Michaels lean over
him, angling his body in push-up position before punching his hips up and
down, driving his dick through Malik's anal ring like a plunger in a
clogged drain. Malik grabbed hold of the bed rails for support, holding
back the yips as Michaels plunged him with deep long strokes.
	"This what you like, right? You like getting long dicked and fucked
hard? Is this how homboi in jail be fucking that ass in his cell? Is this
what made you quit the police force?" asked Michaels, fucking harder. Malik
tried to ignore the top man's taunts. He closed his eyes as Michaels looked
down into his face, their faces only inches apart as Michaels worked his
hips up and down like a bouncing diving board. After several long minutes
of constant in and out thrusting, he changed positions, turning Malik
sideways while pressing one of his legs up against his chest while the
other leg rest on the springing bed. In this new position, Malik felt
Michaels' dick going deeper, the head stabbing his aching innards. Malik
felt the pressure building in his loins, his balls tightened as he neared
closer to orgasm.

"Tell me what you want!" --demanded Michaels, wanting to hear Malik beg for
dick. When Malik refused to answer, Michaels thrust deeper, causing Malik
to yip aloud. "Tell me bitch, or I'll leave you tied up here all night!"

"You think you know me so well...!" said Malik, looking up at Michaels with
hatred in his glossy eyes.

"I wanna hear you say it!" --insisted Michaels. "Say it, bitch! Or I'll call
over my boiz, and let them take turns on you one at a time!" Malik's dick
throbbed at the thought.

"Fuck me..." he mumbled, swallowing his pride as he gave in.

"You can do better than that!" --laughed Michaels, thrusting repeatedly. He
leaned forward, grabbing the back of Malik's neck as he raised his head off
the pillow. Malik's eyes widened with surprise as Michaels leaned in and
pressed his lips against his. This was the first time Michaels showed him
affection of any kind, other than fucking and sucking his neck or
ear. Malik felt the man's tongue dart into his mouth, smearing saliva all
over his lips as he forced his tongue into Malik's mouth at once. Several
thrusts later, Malik was spewing semen all over the bed beside
him. Michaels heard his extra loud grunts and pants, then felt his asshole
spasm around his plunging dick. "Fucked another load right outta you!" he
laughed, lifting up off Malik as he grabbed his hips and drove into him
with increased speed. Malik tossed his head, groaning loud as his
tightening asshole was fucked wildly. "Yea man, you one hot ass bitch! Best
fuck I've had in years!" --chanted Michaels, closing his eyes as he threw
his head back and groaned...

"ARRRHHHH yyyeeaahhhhh...!!"

	Malik felt Michaels' dick hosing his insides as he continued to
pump. Both men's dicks throbbed and pulsed as they finished their duel
climaxes. Michaels fell forward, falling atop Malik, trying to catch his
breath as his dick drained off inside him. After a minute, he reached for
the key to the cuffs, and placed it in Malik's hands before withdrawing.

"Here..., you can unlock yourself while I take a shower." -said
Michaels. "You could join me if you want..., clean my dick off for me..."
he smiled, getting up from the bed.
	Malik took a moment to catch his own breath, watching Michaels walk
out of the room. Malik unlocked his wrists, then sat up on the edge of the
bed. Streaks of his own cum lay across his chest, and his asshole throbbed
from the memory of fucking. He looked at the clock on the nightstand beside
the bed; 6-45pm..., no time for the gym now.


Pt-2
	PIEDMONT...
	42 yr old Bruce Gardner and his friends (former cops --all); Cooper,
Blake, and Justine, -walked along the cell block housed by the Aryan Nation
Klan. White men with shaved heads followed them through the corridors,
looking down at them from the over head catwalks, as they made their way
inwards their leader's cell, -a 60 year old lifer named Sarge.

"State your business, pigs..., you're stinking up the place!" said Sarge,
seating at a rec table playing cards.
	Gardner and his boys stopped just in front of Sarge's table.

"I thought we were talking in private?" asked Gardner, looking around at
all the angry tattooed faces staring at them.

"Whatta you think, I'm stupid? THIS is as private as you get!" snared
Sarge, throwing out playing card from his hand. "Maybe out on the streets
you pigs had the say about what goes on and who does what..., but in here,
your asses weigh nothing! Now you state your business, or get the fuck out
of my block!"

"We want to join you guys." --stated Gardner, doing as told.
	Sarge and his boys laughed out loud, amused.

"What makes you think we want some stinking cops in our group?" asked
Sarge.

"We could be a great asset to you." --informed Gardner.

"How?" asked Sarge, curiously.

"We have connections with guards, -as well as outside sources..."

"We already have connections with guards. What, you think we've been here
for years just sitting on our thumbs waiting for your ass? What could you
possibly offer that we don't already have?"
	Gardner looked over at officer Cooper...

"We still have connections with outside officers, -cops we've known for
years. They can get anything you want inside the prison, -drugs, money,
women, weapons, you name it!" --promised Gardner.

"Big boast." --said Sarge, sitting back in his chair.

"We can deliver." --insisted Gardner.

"You'd better..., or you won't live past the first month!" --promised Sarge.

"You're not thinking of letting them in, are you Sarge?" asked Snake, one
of the Aryans guarding the block entrance and was beaten up by Gardner and
Copper (last chap).

"Are you questioning me?" asked Sarge, staring up at Snake with red eyes.

"No, Sarge..., but..., how can we trust them?" --reasoned Snake, a 37 yr old
biker type with tattoos, piercings, and a stringy pony-tale.

"Cause they hate the niggers and the spics as much as we do!" --informed
Sarge. "They HAVE to..." he said, turning back towards the former
officers. "...ain't no other group in here for them to join! They NEED us,
for protection. Ain't that right, boy?" asked Sarge. He looked Gardner and
his men over. He knew of their troubles on the outside, everyone knew by
the news reports that they were going to be shipped off to Piedmont. Many
of the inmates (particularly the black ones) were waiting for them. No
convicts like cops, but the blacks had heard of Gardner's racial profiling
and beatings of blacks during routine car stops. Several of the arrestees
were in Piedmont now, looking forward to having a reunion with the white
officers. Sarge knew it would be hard to keep Gardner and his crew safe (if
indeed he intended to). At the moment he didn't know what he wanted. Surely
the cops wouldn't last long in "the HOLE", someone would knife them
eventually (rather it was the blacks, the Hispanics, or the Aryan boys
themselves --were irrelevant). Sarge figured if Gardner and his men get
killed, at least HE could benefit from gaining their contacts.  "If we were
to decide to trust you and let you into our ranks..., what do you plan to
do for us, as a show of good faith?"

"Good faith?" asked Cooper.

"Definitely." -answered Sarge. "You're cops. What's to insure us that
you're not wearing wires or planning to fuck us over later on?"

"We have an offering..." offered Gardner, much to the surprise of Blake and
Justine.

"What might that be?" asked Sarge, curiously.
	Gardner pointed towards officer Justine.

"Him!" said Gardner, causing Justine's jaw to drop. "He's yours. A present
from us, in good faith. You can do with him as you please."

"Bruce...!" called Justine, looking around nervously.

"What's the deal here, Bruce?" asked Blake, unaware of the plan. Sarge
looked Justine over, he could see several of his boys staring at the
officer's ass and lips.

"Okay..., deal." --said Sarge, waving to his men. "Take him away..., make
sure he's worth it!" Hands grabbed at officer Justine. Justine and Blake
fought back, but Gardner and Cooper grabbed the young officer, pulling him
from the crowd of men dragging Justine off into one of the nearby
cells. Justine could be hear screaming for help. "No one'll come for you,
boy! Your ass is ours!" laughed Sarge, turning back to Gardner.

"What now?" asked Gardner, listening to the sounds of Justine's voice fade.

"Go back to your block..., you'll be transferred here into our block in a
few days." --said Sarge, dismissing the men. Gardner, Cooper, and Blake left
the cell block, -Gardner and Cooper thought they made amazing progress, but
Blake felt totally back-sided.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked, grabbing Gardner by the arm after they
exited the Aryan block. "You set Justin up, you son of a bitch!" he yelled,
punching Gardner in the face. Cooper quickly grabbed Blake by the arms from
behind, pinning his arms behind his back. Gardner touched his jaw, checking
his lip for blood.

"It was necessary!" insisted Gardner, ordering Cooper to release Blake. "We
NEED the Aryans if we're going to survive in here! Justine was the weakest
one in our group! He would've folded on us immediately! He had no
backbone!"

"He was our FRIEND!" yelled Blake. "You don't turn your back on your
friends and desert them!"

"You don't get it, kid! This ain't like banding together to keep a secret
from our superiors! This is LIFE and DEATH! We NEED the skinheads, or we'll
have every other con in the prison looking to knife us in the back! At
least with the Skinheads, we have allies!"

"Allies my ass! They're in there right now killing Justine! Did you hear
him screaming in there? He's probably dead!"

"Or wishes he was..." laughed Cooper.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Blake, angrily.

"Means more likely, he's getting his asshole measure by cocks!" teased
Cooper. Blake fell silent, thinking of Justine getting fucked. Of all the
officers in their clique (Gardner, Valentine, Withmen, and Cooper), Justine
was the closest to Blake, -they were close to each other in age. Blake felt
like total shit, knowing that they had sacrificed Justine for their own
safeties.

"We did what we HAD to do, Blake. Grow up and get used to it! This is
prison, not day care!" said Gardner, walking away while holding his
throbbing jaw.

"Listen to Gardner, kid..., try not to take it personal." --offered Cooper,
unsympathetically.

"Yeah..." agreed Blake, sarcastically. "...until he decides to turn on us!"


Pt-3
	Inside the Aryan Block, Justine was stripped of his prison uniform
and forced into the shower where he was bent over and fitted with an enema
before Gardner and his friends even left the cell block. Water filled his
rectum, ballooning his intestines until he felt he would burst like a water
balloon. When he couldn't take any more, the water burst from his asshole
like a fire plug, the contents washing down the drain as rough fingers
jammed into his butt. Justine fought back, trying to keep the mob of skin
heads and tattooed bikers from molesting him.
	His hair was pulled, his nose punched, and a stiff hard dick shoved
in his mouth. Fingers pulled from his asshole, quickly replaced by hard
cock. In all the years of being a police officer, following Gardner and his
rogue friends in illegal strip searches and forced fucks on roadsides and
dark alleys, -this was the first time Joseph Justine was on the receiving
end of a hardon.

	He screamed when the dick pierced through his tight burning
sphincter, the cock in his mouth cutting off all sound as it forced its way
down into his throat. Hands twisted his balls, yanking hard at his limp
dick while his tortured nipples were pinched, pulled, and twisted until
bright red and sore. Justine tried biting the cock in his mouth, but was
quickly beaten upon the head and back until he felt nauseous. He was forced
to the floor of the shower where he was fucked front and back
simultaneously. After the first cock erupted in his no longer virgin anus,
another dick quickly moved into place, ramming all the way up into his
bowels. The cock in his mouth pulled out and came all over his face. Other
cocks took its place, rubbing against his cheeks while his mouth was fucked
fiercely.
	Justine was forced to recall one of the many times he and his cop
buddies force fucked a "pull over" suspect. It was during a routine stop
when officer Gardner noticed a black man riding a white woman. Gardner took
offense to their union, and physically forced the black guy to accompany
him and his then partner (officer Jake Valentine) to a bridge underpass
where he called for his cop buddies for back-up. Officers Douglas Whitmen,
Alan Cooper, Justine, and Gary Blake all showed up show the motorist the
error of his ways. In essence they took turns fucking his mouth and filling
it with their cum loads (as seen in chap5 of Precinct-23). Justine thought
this experience was an ironic form of "payback" for the bad things he did
as an officer. Now he knew how it felt to be fucked against one's will, to
have his freedom stripped along with his manhood while his body was invaded
by hard cocks.

"BLLLUUURRRRRRRHHHH...!!" choked Justine, throwing up all over the cock
down his throat.

"ewww..., the bitch just chucked on me!" complained the cock's owner,
pulling back. His hard dick dripping the smelly tannish contents which was
once inside Justine's belly. The owner slapped Justine hard across the
face, causing his head to spin before jamming his ripe cock back into his
mouth. "Clean it off, asshole!!" he ordered, ramming down into his
throat. Justine could taste the strong sting of his own vomit as he was
forced to swallow the painted cock.
	Another dick came in his ass. He felt it jerking inside him as the
owner gripped his hips painfully. He punched Justine in the back while he
came, yanking his cock free for the next fucker. The next man stepped up
and rammed his cock inward, burying his entire cock to the bone. Justine
felt his cummy hole stretch to accommodate, the hard penis driving deep
into his innards, signifying the beginning of a long session of fucking as
more and more white thoroughbreds piled into the shower area, their
tattooed cocks hard for something new and tight to stick hard and cum
inside.

"He's a cop!" "I fuckin HATE cops!" "Bitch fuck the pig!" "Make him
squeal!" "Rape his ass!" --shouted the men as they continued to take turns
in his body. Whenever Justine felt the need to resist, they would beat him
back into submission. Without his boys to back him, officer Joe Justine was
just another convict for the taking, his insides quickly coated with the
slimy loads of his attackers.

	It was several hours before he was finally released by his
captors. Justine staggered his way back to his cell block, oblivious to all
the strange looks he got as inmates took note of the cum streaks pealing
from Justine's face and wet matted hair. He made his way up to his cell,
ignoring Gardner and his puppets as he walked into his cell and simply
collapsed on his bed.

"Justine..." -called Blake, feeling extremely guilty as he watched his
former friend fall out, cum wet and exhausted. "...I didn't know, man...,
Bruce didn't tell me what he was up to..."

"Save it, Blake..." -whispered Justine, not wanting to hear excuses. His
throat was raw from drinking piss and cum, his asshole hurt profoundly, and
his body ached from all the punches he sustained. He closed his eyes,
contemplating his future.


Pt-4
	Shift change. Malik walks into the guard's locker room to change
from his street clothes into his uniform. With him is third shift workers;
22 yr old -Andrew Roberts, 43 yr old --Carl Peachtree, 29 yr old -Joseph
Dobins, 30 yr old --Jerry Cobbs, 35 yr old -Don McGee, 38 yr old -Darrin
Daniels, and 49 yr old -Reggie Reinhold. The men all laugh and joke about
their day as they fit themselves with their utility belts, flash lights,
nightsticks, cuffs, mace, radios, and other items they use to keep order.
	Malik listens as most bitch and moan about their wives and/or
girlfriends, complaining about their nagging and periods, even about how
horny they are from a lack of spousal sex.

"I was telling the new guy -Andrew, about Shaleem Davis..., if you hard up
for a blow job, that prisoner sucks a mean tube! And I believe he's been
practicing long before he came to the HOLE!" --advised Peachtree (referring
to services explained in chap-1).

"You guys must be hard up for pussy, if you taking blow jobs from male
inmates!" laughed McGee, between puffs of smoke from his dangling
cigarette.

"Laugh all you want..., but most of these prison inmates give better head
than any bitch on the street!" -informed Peachtree, having had many blow
jobs in the past.

"Ain't that the truth!" --agreed Reinhold, ignoring the pictures of his wife
and daughter in his locker as he slammed the metal door shut. "Some of the
best head I ever got was from these men! Especially the faggot ones in the
gay unit! Some of them even have titties! What more could a guy want?"

"A warm wet pussy to suck and fuck? I don't know, call me crazy!" --chimed
Daniels, a newlywed of less than 6 months.

"I'm feeling you on the pussy thing, Daniels!" joked Peachtree. "But it
ain't always available when you want it..., convict mouth is!"

"That's why you keep a couple of girls on the side, for when the wife's on
the rag and refusing to perform!" --advised Cobbs, a married man of 8 years.

"Still a risk of confusion and pregnancy!" --explained Peachtree. "What
happens if the bitch gets too attached, and wants you to leave your wife
and kids? What happens if she gets pregnant, and wants to sue you for child
support? Then you're gonna WISH you had dumped your load in some inmate's
mouth, instead of some bitch's pussy!"

"I'm going through that shit right now!" complained Reinhold. "Fucking
girlfriend's threatening to go to my wife and tell her how long we've been
fucking! Bitch trying to break up my marriage!"

"All because the dick's good, no doubt!" added Peachtree. "Never
underestimate the power of the dick, fellas!"

"Hey, Malik..., what do YOU think about this man?" asked one of the men.
	Malik slammed his locker door shut, then headed towards the exit.

"I think you guys need to find something new to talk about!"
	Malik left the locker room, for a brief staff meeting with his crew
and supervisors. They went over a debriefing of schedule changes, times,
and other orders of business before heading off for their rounds.

	Malik walked through the recreation area of the block, making sure
nothing was going on while looking for someone in particular. Inmates
either stared back at him coldly as he walked by, or made some lame attempt
to get to know him by speaking. Either way Malik wasn't interested. Moving
on, he came across the TV room, inmates were sitting around watching
recordings of the latest soap operas. Malik kept moving, not seeing the man
there. When he came across the man he was searching for, he found him in
the laundry room, his fist prone to beating some poor inmate who did pay
for his drug usage.

"What's going on here?" asked Malik, walking in cautiously with his hand
resting on his billy-club. Marvin Rollins stopped pounding on the inmate's
face, but was still holding his barely conscious body up by his collar when
he looked over to see his favorite guard walk up.

"Just showing this punk what happens when he fucks around with the wrong
nigga!" informed Marvin.

"Drop him." -ordered Malik, sternly. Marvin released his grip, causing the
man to fall hard to the laundry floor like a sack of potatoes.

"Happy now?" he asked, looking Malik over.

"Back up against the wall." --ordered Malik, walking over to the fallen man
and bending down to examine him up close. His face was bruised, his lips
busted, one of his eyes was swelling shut, but he would live. Marvin stood
right beside Malik, his bulging crotch right at the guard's head
level. "He's not the only one with swelling problems..." complained Marvin,
rubbing his dick bulge. Malik turned his head around, looking directly into
the crotch of the man standing beside him. Marvin looked around to see if
they were alone, -the laundry room (where prisoners went to do their own
personal laundry) had Plexiglas walls, but no one could see pass the
machines as officer Malik was on his knees. He watched as the convict
unzipped his prison pants, and pulled out his hard dick.

"No here..." said Malik, never taking his eyes off of it.

"C'mon babee, just suck it real quick before somebody comes in! I just
wanna feel your mouth before I stick that ass!"
	Malik's resistance only lasted a second, as he leaned forward over
the body beneath him. He took Marvin's dick head between his lips, and
started nursing. Marvin sighed happily as Malik's lips and tongue caressed
the head before slowly creeping down the thick shaft. Malik had to stretch
his lips wide to take in the convict's dick, Marvin's meat was an
astonishing 10 inches, as thick as a beer can. Malik wasn't as used to
mouthing the man-meat as much as he was used to taking it up his shit
chute. Marvin had stretched Malik's hole enough so that he could
accommodate the massive monster without too much discomfort, but it still
hurt like a sonovabitch when it first enters.
	Malik bobbed his head back and forth, only able to sick a quarter
of the big dick protruding the con's prison garb. Marvin watched as Malik
worked his lips back and forth, but Marvin's eyes were focusing on the real
prize behind Malik, as his ass jetted out with each inward stroke of his
head. Marvin couldn't help reached down across Malik's back, and forcing
his big strong hand down into his uniform pants. Malik felt the convict
wiggle his hand down pass the belt of his waistband and into his underwear,
the strong fingers kneading Malik's butt flesh and rubbing up and down his
slightly haired crack. Malik moaned around Marvin's dick as he felt a dry
finger trying to push inside. Marvin toyed with the hole until the very tip
broke through the tight ring. His dick pulsed with anticipation of its new
home as his finger slowly popped in and out, the hole suddenly becoming
moist and wet with each penetration.

"Pussy's hot..." commented Marvin, feeling the asshole lubricate
itself. "...it feels just like real pussy, man..., it's getting wetter and
wetter! Damn you one hot bitch!"
	Malik didn't know what Marvin was referring to, until he remembered
he'd let his roommate fuck him before heading off to work. It must have
been Michaels' cum lubricating his asshole as Marvin's finger arched all
the way up inside him. Malik gasped around the hard dick in his mouth. "I
want some pussy, man! Get up and pull down your pants!"

"Not here..." moaned Malik, feeling his asshole suck Marvin's digit. "It's
too risky!"

"Fuck that! I want some ass!" --insisted Marvin, dragging Malik deeper into
the laundry room, -back behind the dryers. He pushed Malik up against one
of the big spinning dryers, then unbuckled his pants. Malik looked around
nervous, keeping an ear out for any noise indicating approaching
footsteps. Marvin aligned himself behind him, aiming his massive dick up
between Malik's buttock. Malik prepared himself for the painful entry, but
wasn't expecting Marvin to fuck him without lubing his dick first.
	Marvin shoved his hips forward, burying his swollen dick head in
Malik's yawning anus. Malik rose up on his toes, trying to escape the
damage as Marvin thrust in and upward to bury his rod.

"Oh fuck! Take it easy...!" insisted Malik, feeling Marvin ease back before
ramming forth again. It took 3 thrusts, but Marvin managed to bury his
entire wood in Malik's previously cum lined rectum.
	Malik held onto the hot dryer door while his asshole spasm around
the attacking phallus rammed deeply inside. He was still catching his
breath and adjusting to the invasion when Marvin grabbed his small waist,
and started fucking. Malik bit his lower lip to stifle some of the painful
moans as he was fucked brutally from behind.

	Malik knew he was luck to have had Michaels' cum inside him,
lubricating his anal walls before Marvin fucked him, or else he's be a
bloody mess by now. The big fat inhumanly wide phallus pumped in and out of
him, stretching his anal ring wider than anything that's ever gone in or
out before.
	Marvin had to crouch down somewhat to fuck the shorter Malik while
standing up. He bent at the knees, thrusting his hips as his pelvis slapped
repeatedly into Malik's brown buttock. His tree trunk thick dick
disappeared between the 2 brown globes again and again, the tight ring
massaging his dick as it tried to milk every inch of his manhood.

	Marvin leaned into Malik, licking at his ear and neck while he
fucked him. Marvin usually wasn't one into kissing his subjects, but there
was something about the short sexy prison guard that held a soft spot in
Marvin's heart. He didn't want to marry the man, but he wanted to keep his
dick buried up inside him until he broke the officer's back. He couldn't
help but think how refreshing it would be to have Malik for an entire
night, to fuck him whenever he wanted, not just when time allowed. The
thought kept rolling through Marvin's head while he fucked, causing him to
ram Malik harder and deeper, pounding into the firm booty before him with
increasing roughness.
	Malik always knew he was fucked (and fucked well) when Marvin was
finished using him. His asshole always felt 10 times its usual size after
an encounter. He'd often have to concentrate to keep his anal muscles
tight, in order to keep the massive cum load inside after Marvin had spent
time stretching them out of shape. It was difficult walking rounds with a
shit load of cum trying to seep out your relaxed hole while you walked.
Often Malik would have to adjourn to the mens room, where he'd dump
Marvin's load into the toilet after carrying it around for awhile. The
white creamy foam would float on top of the surface before being flushed
down the pipes. Malik hated losing such a big load to the toilet, but with
no real vagina to properly store the liquid, it usually spilled back out
during the course of the day.

	Malik felt Marvin's dick moving in and out of him. His anal muscles
had relaxed, allowing the dick to move easily. Marvin was ramming him hard,
driving his dick in all the way up to his big bloated balls. Malik couldn't
help gasping aloud as his anus was fucked like pussy, the convict behind
him ramming him so consistently that his own dick hardened to full status.
Malik reached down to stroke it while he was being fucked relentlessly. It
only took a few pumps before he was hosing down the hot dryer before
him. As his anus clamped down on Marvin, it sent the convict over the edge,
causing him to lose his own load to Malik's intestines. Marvin groaned like
a wounded bear as he buried his face in Malik's neck and bit down, his
pelvis plastered against Malik's ass while his dick jumped, jerked, and
shot off a round of cum like fire works on the Forth Of July.

"Awww fuck, -you gonna kill me yet, cop!" said Marvin, gathering his
strength as he slowly pulled his softening dick from its temporary home.
	Malik felt instantly empty when the dick fell from him. He
tightened his butt cheeks, trying to keep the massive load of semen inside
him as he bent forward to pull up his pants. "Still coming by my cell
tonight?" asked Marvin, already wanting another session.

"I'll see what I can manage." --offered Malik, making no promises. Marvin
tucked his wet dick, then pulled Malik into his muscled arms. Malik tried
to resist being man handled, but Marvin was way too strong to fight off
physically. He wrapped Malik up, then reached behind him to caress his
plump ass through his uniform pants.

"Just think of what I could do to this ass if I get it in bed?" he imagined
aloud. Malik imagined it as well, moaning softly as his ass muscles were
strongly massaged and manipulated. He could feel some of Marvin's seed
escaping the swollen lips of his anus before he finally managed to wrench
himself free.

"I'll see what I can do..." promised Malik, wanting it as badly as Marvin
did himself. The 2 men straightened themselves up, re-fastening their
clothes as they prepared to leave. Malik was shocked to see that the
injured inmate had gotten up and left. He hoped the man hadn't seen what
was happening to him in back. Marvin didn't seem to notice (or care), as he
walked out of the laundry room to go on about his business. His spend dick
was already twitching in anticipation of Malik's next visit.