Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:23:58 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-46

	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/46
TRANSITION

Pt-1

	Things started to quite back down to normal after the escaped
convicts were apprehended. Both Alan Cooper and Donald Blake were killed by
state troopers while trying to evade police. Joseph Justine was taken into
police custody and questioned by Authorities about the whereabouts of Bruce
Gardner who was still on the run. A manhunt was issued for him as former
friends on the police force were notified to report any contact he may make
with them.

	Warden Ellis focused his attentions on the prison, leaving the
manhunt up to the Feds. He knew it would just be a matter of time before
Gardner was killed or captured, the first being his preference.
	He'd found a new way to pass the time by allowing new religious
members from The Brotherhood to `exorcise' his demons daily through his
penis. Cult members came to his office to give the Warden much needed
`cleansings' throughout the day, leaving very little for his usual
mouth-piece (Rick McDoogle) to do while he sat in the waiting room to be
used.

Pt-2

	Having been touched by an angle (last chap), David Rodriguez
obsessed over the Brotherhood, wanting to become a Cult member himself. He
made an appointment to meet with the Warden as well as the lead Brother
(Brother Paul), in the Warden's office.
	Ellis made time to see David after the unusual loss of his
father. Ellis felt sorry for the boy as he had no answers to who killed
him. David expressed a need to join the Brotherhood after having a divine
exorcism with one of the Monks. Ellis fought back a laugh at the boy's
testimony, as all he got was a blow job. But Brother Paul witnessed that
David was appointed membership by his father, and sought the Warden's
permission to grant David access into their teachings.

"I can't allow the boy to leave the prison grounds..." stated Ellis,
firmly. "...despite his new found religion, he's still a criminal serving
his mandatory time in a state correctional unit!"

"He doesn't have to leave the prison Warden Ellis, he just needs a few
hours a day to practice and learn our beliefs. We can do that in the
Chapel." informed Brother Paul.

"I'm not sure I want to your group starting up a new religion here in the
Penitentiary." said Ellis. "I'm already getting complaints from inmates who
felt violated when your Monks tried to..., `cleanse' them against their
wills."

"Every religion has its non-believers and skeptics, Warden..., we can't let
that be a deterrent to men like this boy here who has found his purpose in
life! Would you deny him the chance to devote his life to a high power,
simply because you chose to not believe? Would you condemn him back to a
life of crime once released back on the streets, rather than an opportunity
to thrive and prosper inside a religion that will care for him and his
needs?"
	Ellis listened to Brother Paul's poppycock, then turned toward
David.

"Are you SURE you want to learn this religion of your own free will? That
no one has corrupted or coerced you in any way?" asked Ellis.

"Of course, Warden. If you had been there, you would have felt my father's
presence all around me! He was THERE, Warden! I KNOW it!" witnessed David.
	Ellis shrugged his shoulders...

"Okay..., he's all yours!" said Ellis, giving permission.

"Great..." said Brother Paul, leading David out of the Warden's
office. "...your training will start today! I'll give you the `Divine
Culture' to read over, it will tell you of our beliefs and how we can
ascend to a higher plane in life through spiritual exorcisms..."
	Ellis sat back in his seat and smirked, --did Brother Paul really
believe his own mumbo-jumbo?

Pt-3

Cellblock-A...
	The Aryan brotherhood had reached a new level of disarray. With
Sarge (their original leader) gone, and Terminator (Bruce Gardner) escaped,
the Aryans were in desperate need of a new leader.
	Oliver (Snake) Ross suggested his former biker buddy Axe take a
shot at the helm. Snake convinced Axe that it would be easy for the 200
plus pound powerhouse to bulldoze his way into leadership. With Gardner's
men out of the way, there was no one tough enough left to oppose him. When
Axe asked Snake why HE didn't try for leadership himself, Snake merely said
he wasn't "cut out" to lead, that he made a butter "right hand man" than a
leader. Axe sealed the deal with a biker handshake, locking fists in an arm
wrestling position.

	On the ground floor in the center of the Aryan's cellblock, Axe
made the announcement that in the light of recent events told to him by his
boy Snake, that he (Axe) would be taking over leadership position in the
cellblock, and if anyone had any opposition to that decision, they could
meet him in a face to face battle for the title in the Yard.

"What happened to rank?" asked Luke, having formed an alliance with
Gardner's leadership. As of rights, HE was next in line to become leader.

"You pussy, Luke! YOU betrayed Sarge's orders and took up with Gardner
knowing they killed him!" yelled Snake, angrily.

"Rumor was that YOU killed Sarge, in order to get his position!" said
Hammer, standing in the background.

"That's bullshit, and you all know it!" said Snake (referring to his being
famed).

"There was a witness!" said Rally, unsure he wanted a friend of Snake's
leading the brotherhood.

"Who, Rick?" asked Snake, recalling it was Rick McDoogle's testimony that
turned the Aryan's against him (chap-24, pt-2). "Where's that lying cock
sucker at?" asked Snake, scanning the cellblock. Someone grabbed Rick by
the back of his collar and shoved him forth as he tried to hide behind the
crowd of inmates.
	Rick stumbled forth, looking painfully frightened now that he
didn't have Terminator to back him. Snake grabbed Rick by the collar and
dragged him into the center of the room. "You claim to have seen me in
Solitary Confinement at the time of Sarge's murder?" he asked,
forcibly. Rick McDoogle nearly shit his pants.

"N..nn...no!" yelled Rick, aloud. "Gardner MADE me lie against you, he said
he'd have some of his cop friends kill my family if I didn't swear that I
saw you in Confinement! It was Gardner who killed Sarge! I saw him go down
with the food cart myself!"
	The Aryans all murmured about the deception, having blamed Snake
and followed the wrong man's leadership. Now it was plainly obvious that
Gardner only wanted the leadership to gain knowledge of the hidden tunnels
to plan his escape. He never intended to take any of the Aryans (nor his
fellow former officers) with him.

"You lying piece of shit...!" snared Snake, shoving Rick to the
ground. "...I'll deal with YOUR ass later! Right now, we'd best welcome Axe
as our new leader and start forming a new Cartel and gain control over all
this lost drug trade! I hear Duke's no longer running the Mandingos!"

"Nope..., he's become prison pussy for the niggers! Much like YOU were for
Gardner's men!" said Hammer. Axe looked over at his former bike riding
partner.

"YOU were prison pussy?" asked Axe, having no idea.

"Gardner turned everyone in the cellblock against me..., he FORCED me to
put out for him and his boys! I fought them all the way!" swore Snake,
reading the disapproval glare in Axe's eyes.

"You weren't gonna tell me, were you?" asked Axe, turning on Snake in front
of everyone. "You would've let me march right into that Cartel meeting with
a pussyboy as my right hand? I would've been laughed right out of the
meeting, --if not made into a pussyboy myself!!" yelled Axe, slapping Snake
upside the head. "Get away from my, bitch! Ain't no way I'm making you my
right hand!"

"You're gonna need someone by your side in the meetings, Axe. I was there
for both Gardner and Sarge!" offered Luke, sensing opportunity.

"So you pledged you allegiance to the cop-pigs, and you want to be praised
for it? Fucking trader!" snarled Axe, disgusted by most of the men in the
cellblock. He eyed all of them, all losers in his eyes. Then he spotted Roc
(Malecee Cortez) standing in the background listening. "YOU!" he said,
pointing to the far back of the block. Everyone turned around to see Roc
leaning against one of the cells. "I want YOU as my right hand!"

"Me?" asked Roc. "What the fuck for?"

"Because we came in on the same bus..., and I can't trust any ONE of these
motherfuckers!" stated Axe. "You in or out?"
	Cortez thought for a minute. His undercover work was to find what
was happening to the inmates Malik claimed were missing, not running drug
deals for Aryan member. But then again, he was on his own in here, and
needed to establish a name for himself. What better way to be known than as
a leader's right hand?

"Sure. Whatever." agreed Roc reluctantly, unsure of what he was getting
himself into.

Pt-4

	Members of the Mandingos were also current without a leader. Having
turned on and deflowered their former leader Duke Daniels, they were a
group without a purpose. Genuwine (real name: Christopher Ford) reluctantly
took over Duke's role, taking what he knew of Duke's organized ring and
electing himself as acting leader with the backing of Duke's men; Marvin
Rollins, Ray Sherman (aka Amahd), Killer-Pete, and Wyome.
	Duke himself was elected the group's newest pussie-boi, having been
moved into Marvin's cell for nightly injections and training. He'd been
fucked by practically every man in B and C cellblocks, his once respected
straight ass now an open door for any hard dick the Mandingos make him
take. Men lined up by the dozens to get their dicks in Duke's muscled ass,
fucking him repeatedly and making him cum himself multiple times. At night
Marvin Rollins put Duke's ass through the ringer, throat and butt fucking
his former boss with his gigantic 10 inch manhood until Duke was choking on
his thick loads. There was no denying that Duke relished having his ass
fucked, no matter how many men fucked him and creamed in his tightly
stretch bunghole, his thick 10 and 1/2 inch dick was always hard and ready,
signifying his true need to be fucked down like a common hoe.

	Duke's life as a Cartel leader and head kingpin would never be the
same. Once word got out on the streets that Duke was pussie, all of his old
contacts dropped their association. He would no longer hold the status he
once held, for now and forever more he would be a slave to dick, fucking
and sucking any hardon that was presented in front of him. Men Duke had
fucked previously joyously enacted their revenge by face fucking him and
making him choke on their loads, or pulling out to paint his face and bald
head in hot cum. Many fucked his high round ass, leaving gobs and gobs of
discarded cum clogging in entrails.
	Duke loved every minute of his torture. A true bitch in every sense
of the word, --his entire demeanor changed literally overnight. He was no
longer the head strong rebel who ordered everyone around, now he was the
submissive one, taking orders and allowing inmates to use his available
holes as they saw fit.

	Once word reached the ears of Ellis' office, the Warden couldn't
help but order Duke in to see him, --he had to see this spectacle for
himself. Once Duke was escorted to his office by prison guards Reinhold and
Peachtree, Ellis couldn't help but look and laugh. "Oh but how the mighty
have fallen!" he chuckled aloud, --Duke looked a shadow of his former self,
a mere shell of the man he once was. Ellis noticed the dried cum stains
around Duke's mouth and knew he'd just finished a meal recently. He ordered
Peachtree and Reinhold to strap Duke into his Chamber sling and ready him
for fucking. Duke's dick sprung rock hard at the thought of getting 3 new
dicks inside him as he was led to Ellis' special Chamber in a hidden room
beside his office.
	Duke had shared many of his pussieboiz with Ellis over the years,
now it was his turn to ride on the end of the Warden's dick as a bitch in
heat. He own 10 and 1/2 inch mammoth meat leaked pre-cum in anticipation of
the fucking to come.

Pt-5

	Alex Sanchez couldn't believe his ears when he learned what his
lover David Rodriguez had been up to all day. David came home to his cell
excited about the Cult and the opportunity he had to join its ranks. Alex
was put off by David's depiction of what he called `studying', which seemed
to be nothing more than a day of cock sucking Brother Paul and his
Brotherhood members.
	David described how the Brothers take in all the demons from the
exorcisms they perform, and how all the demons gathered up inside them
needs to be extricated from them as well at the end of the day. As part of
his training, Alex had to learn how to suck the demons from the
practitioners, drawing the demons into himself to be disbursed at another
time. Alex bragged how he exorcised nearly 20 Monk's on his first day of
training. Brother Paul called him a `natural'.

	When Alex tried to make David see that the religion was a farce
just to accomplish cock sucking for gay Cult members, David got highly
offended, claiming that his spiritual oneness with his father had nothing
to do with cock sucking! He stormed from the cell angrily, remembering
Brother Paul's prophecy that many of his friends will oppose him becoming
spiritual vessel for god.
	Alex ran to Raul's cell, interrupting Raul's special moment with
his new lover Marcellus Vasquez.

	Marcellus and Raul were locked in an intimate embrace. A sheet was
placed up against the bars to insure privacy as Marcellus licked his way
down Raul's body to suckle his 6 inch uncut dick. Raul groaned softly when
Marcellus took his meat into his mouth and began gently sucking up and down
the shaft.
	Marcellus had been a member of the Rootboiz gang for sometime now,
but was always afraid to approach Raul as he never seemed to be the kind of
man who'd mess around with other guys. But Marcellus caught glimpses of how
Raul acted with Alex Sanchez, and knew something was up between them. When
word came down that Alex had betrayed Raul and joined up with David and
David's dad, Marcellus knew it was his time to strike while the iron was
hot. He gave Raul an offer he couldn't refuse, offering him unlimited
sexual service for a bid as Alex's replacement.
	Marcellus was in the mist of feeding on Raul's ball juice when Alex
came rushing into his cell uninvited.

"Raul..., you need to talk to your br...!!"
	Alex stopped cold when he saw Marcellus lift his head from Raul's
stiff shaft, the remnants of his sperm still fresh on Marcellus'
lips. "Oh..., sorry."

"Alex...!" said Raul, staying in the same position. "...you really need to
knock before entering!"

"Definitely!" said Marcellus, licking the seed from his lips.
	Alex and Marcellus' eyes locked. Marcellus was Raul's new boi now,
Alex no longer lay claim. Marcellus was like a lion staking its claim,
ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger.

"What can I do for you?" asked Raul, sliding from under Marcellus'
body. Alex could see the slighted look on Marcellus' face, being cast aside
for Alex's urgency had to hurt.

"It's David, Raul..., he's been brainwashed by that religious Cult! He
wants to become a member!"

"No fucking way!!" yelled Raul angrily, throwing on his pants and his wife
beater. "Those religious nuts ain't nothing but a buncha cock suckers!
Ain't no way in HELL David's getting mixed up with them!"

"David's a grown man, Raul..., isn't it HIS business what faith he chooses
to believe?" asked Marcellus. Raul looked at Marcellus as if he'd just
called his mother out of name.

"David's my brother!" reminded Raul. "If anybody, and I mean ANYbody, EVER
tried to take advantage of him, I'd KILL `EM! ANYBODY!" yelled Raul,
causing the hairs on Marcellus and Alex's necks to stand up straight. Alex
had a fearful thought pass through his mind. He grabbed Raul by the arm and
pulled him over into a corner of the cell away from Marcellus' ears.

"Raul..." he said, his eyes wide with fear and worry. "...did you..." he
swallowed hard, scared of the answer he might get. "...did you...,
kill...Romero? Did you kill your father?"
	Raul said nothing, but his silence screamed volumes in Alex's
ears. Raul could see the fear in Alex's eyes, he turned his head so he
wouldn't have to witness it. Alex touched Raul gently on his shoulder,
feeling the weight of his pain. "Don't worry Ra'..." he whispered under his
breath. "...I won't tell anyone. Not even David."
	Raul grabbed Alex, hugging him tightly as Marcellus watched in
jealousy. He could see them whispering, but couldn't hear what they were
talking about. Marcellus thought Alex was trying to worm his way back in
Raul's heart, and knew he'd have to do something to cut the dragon off at
the head.

Pt-6

	In the Aryan's Block, Axe took Roc under his wing in an attempt to
get to know him better. Roc was skeptical, knowing Axe was bad news. He
kept his guard up as he listened to Axe talk about the direction he wanted
to take the Aryans in. As a showing of peace and trust between him and his
new right hand, he offered up Snake as their personal private bitch.
	Snake was disturbed to find himself in the same boat as before,
pussyboy for the Aryan leader and his closest men. Snake pleaded with Axe
to spare him the indignity, going back to their days in the same bike gang
where they used to rob convenient stores and fuck barmaids on top of pool
tables together. Axe laughed at the old forgotten memories, then threw
Snake to his hands and knees and told him to suck his dick "for old times
sake, buddy!"

	Snake couldn't believe that his old buddy was treating him like a
piece of worthless meat. Reluctantly he reached up and unbuckled Axe's
belt, hefting out the erection he'd seen forced in so many women over the
years. He leaned forward, knowing he had little choice but to take the cock
into his mouth.

"Check this out, Roc..., you gotta get yourself some of this mouth man, let
this piece of slime shit suck a good load outta your balls! Make a new man
outta ya!"
	Roc watched as Axe grabbed the back of Snake's head and forced his
mouth all the way down on his meat. Snake swallowed the cock almost
effortlessly, having had plenty practice sucking Gardner's boys. Roc
couldn't believe how Axe treated Snake (his supposed long lost
friend). Snake and Axe had been boiz for a long time as biker buddies, but
here Axe was shoving his dick down his throat like an old enemy or a total
stranger. Roc knew Axe was not someone to trust, he'd turn on his own
mother if she were man enough for the Penn.

	Snake felt Axe's dick penetrating his throat, forcing its way deep
down into his esophagus with each and every plunge. Snake felt humiliated
to be treated as such by a former friend, and equally shamed in front of
new prison inmate.
	But while he felt totally disrespected and used, he couldn't help
but get excited at the same time. After months of getting his throat and
ass fucked by Gardner's boys, he'd grown a certain fondness for sucking
cock and getting fucked which his rock hard erection couldn't hide.

	Axe wasn't the type of man who really gave a damn what others
thought or how they felt. If Axe wanted ass, he usually took it, no
questions asked. Men, women, even children had fallen prey on the end of
his cock with or without their permission.
	He held his former biker buddy by the stringy greasy hairs of his
head and face fucked him as if in a face fucking contest. Snake felt the
hard cock pummel his throat repeatedly as he hammered his mouth harder and
harder, never once letting up his stroke as he forced his friend to gobble
down every inch of his steely manhood. He could tell by the ease of which
his cock plunged the throat column that Snake was indeed quite used to
giving head. It angered him that a road buddy of his would allow himself to
be put in such a bitch-boy position as this. Axe grit his teeth and
tightened his grip as he humped Snake's face harder, his hairy musky pelvic
bone banging into Snake's nose like a tattoo.

"Take that mutherfucking cock, faggot! Eat that biker dick!" growled Axe,
getting closer and closer to climax. "To think I nearly let your punk ass
be my right hand man! Only job I can take your ass on is a cock sucking
job! You ain't worth shit, --you never was!"
	Snake groaned shamefully as his friend growled out insults at him,
pulling and yanking his sore head back and forth along the shaft of his
cock as he fucked the open throat with wild untamed thrusts. "Yeh..., I'm
about to CUM, dickwad!" he announced, hammering the throat deeper. "You're
gonna take every fuckin' ounce of my scum! I'm gonna shoot it right down
into your fuckin' throat..., NOW!!" yelled Axe, throwing his head back as
he quickly jabbed in and out of Snake's open mouth.

"uuhhkkk...uuhhhkkk...kkhhhjjkkk...!!" choked Snake as the cum came gushing
from his friend's cock and balls.
	Axe never stopped thrusting as his cock shot warm coats of thick
cum down Snake's aching throat. His dick continued to pummel through the
open oral ring as he shot load after load of slimy biker juice into his
mouth.

"AHHH, fuck yeh!!" smiled Axe, looking over at Roc. "YOU need to get
yourself some of this mouth, boy! It's like dumping down a hooker's
throat!"

"Naw..., I'm cool." said Roc, not wanting to participate.
	Axe stopped thrusting, holding Snake's head in his hands as his
dick finished cumming in his mouth.

"What man don't wanna blow his load..., especially in prison when ain't no
pussy around?" he asked, suspiciously. "You don't want no mouth now, you
ain't want no ass earlier..." (chap-42, pt-2). "...what you, some kinda
religious freak or something?"

"Naw..." said Roc, trying to think of a good excuse why he ain't want to
participate. "...I just ain't down with sticking my dick in another guy, is
all! That's what womens'r for!"
	Axe laughed, resuming his thrusts.

"Look around ya partner, ain't no ladies here! You gonna be holding onto
THAT load for the next 5 years or more if you don't learn to start looking
at men as potential pussy!" he said, feeding Snake his load.

"I'll survive." said Roc, watching the two bikers as if they were circus
animals.

"You'll get over that attitude when your cock gets so hard that it feel
like its gonna bust!" joked Axe, slapping his soft dick against Snake's
face.

Pt-7

	Warden Ellis sat behind his desk, signing important papers which
his secretary had just brought in. She hovered over his desk like an
insect, pointing at each line he had to sign as she looked at her watch. It
was nearly 5 o'clock (quitting time), and she had a date with a bottle of
Jack Daniels in her tiny lonely apartment.
	After signing the last page, she quickly gathered up all the papers
for filing or mailing, and scurried from the office. "Good night, Warden"
she said, closing his door behind her.

	Ellis pushed himself back from his desk and stood up. A large
prominent bulge tented the front of his pants where his hardon lay. He
started to undo his tie as he walked over to the bookshelf in his
office. Reaching between the shelves, he pressed a small hidden button
causing the wall to slide open to reveal his secret `Chamber'.
	Inside lay former Cartel boss Duke Daniels, lying face up in a
black leather sling suspended from the ceiling in chains. Ellis snickered
to himself as he looking at Duke lying there helpless, his big thick shinny
muscular body wet with sweat and cum. Duke's arms and legs were chained in
to prevent movement as he head lay back and his eyes blindfolded.

	Ellis had left Duke in his Chamber, under the charge of his trusted
security guards. He could see by the large amounts of sperm dripping from
Duke's overly abused hole that his prison guards have had their way with
Duke. The prison inmate's elephant large dick lay brick hard on his stomach
with anticipation of more fucking.
	Ellis whipped off his tie and flung it onto the back of a nearby
chair, as did he his crisp white dress shirt and slacks.

"You really look pathetic there, Duke..., reduced to nothing more than one
of your very own pussieboiz!" said Ellis, wanting him to know who was about
to fuck him next. Duke's dick jumped several times, oozing pre-cum at the
thought of Warden Ellis fucking his bitch hole. "We used to have a very
lucrative arrangement, Duke...now I'm forced to split your earning with
another one of your men, --Genuwine! He's seemed to have taken over your
duties as prison Kingpin..., and I've given him and his men my total
cooperation."
	Duke barely heard anything Ellis said as he lay in the sling
waiting to be fucked. His ears and senses were tuned to the room, listening
not to Ellis words, but his movements. He could hear the strip of his
clothing, the sound of his zipper, the removal of his dress shoes, and the
approach of his feet as he neared closer. Duke gripped the chains
suspending him from the ceiling as his asshole throbbed wantonly. He
prepared himself for another fucking, his body now craving the thick curve
of dick. He practically held his breath as Ellis walked up to the edge of
the sling and aimed his meaty 8 inch uncut fat dick up to the cummy
hole. Duke licked his thick swollen sperm scented lips as he stared into
the dark fold covering his eyes. He felt Ellis pause his meaty sword right
outside the ring of his hole...teasing him.

"Fuck me, man! C'mon! Fuck me!!" demanded Ellis.

"Oh you're fucked already...!" said Ellis, deciding Duke's fate as he
rammed his dick all the way up into the inmate's gut with one mighty
thrust.

"AARRHHHHH...!!" yelled Duke, the dick bursting through his wet ring like a
battering ram.
	Ellis ground his pelvis into Duke's wet butt cheeks, churning his
dark meaty lance around in Duke's ass before pulling back and shoving forth
with his hips. Duke gasped and groaned as the fat dick moved in and out of
him, effectively butt fucking him as he thrust hard into the muscular man's
buttock.

"You remember our arrangement, right Duke?" asked Ellis, fucking hard into
Duke's ass with slapping force. "YOU create the pussieboiz while I sell
them off to the Prison Plantation Camps and we split the profits?" Duke
groaned erotically as Ellis' dick pummeled his insides, scratching that
hateful unreachable itch deep inside his innards. "Remember how you and
your men would fuck a man into submission, pass him around the prison until
his asshole resembled a women's pussy and he knew nothing else but how to
take good care of a man's dick? Well, that's YOU now hommie. YOU're the new
pussieboi up for sell, and I don't see no reason why I can't sell your body
as well as I can any other worthless inmate around here!"
	Duke said nothing in his own defense as his body was fucked by the
Warden. He merely groaned and grunted from each deep plunge, his innards
and asshole sucking sweetly along the fat length of the prison head.

	Ellis had plans for Duke. He smiled to himself as he looked down at
the once powerful inmate, his big boss body now nothing but a cum dispenser
for convicts. Duke would sell for a pretty penny. Those Mid-Western cowboys
paid well for ethnic inmates, looking to transport them up to their neck of
the woods for fun in the sun. Ellis wasn't exactly sure what happened to
the inmates once they actually left his prison, and rightly he didn't
care. But he knew he wouldn't want to be in any of their shoes, especially
a big muscular nigga like Duke, --lord knows what those rednecks would do
to a man Duke's size and stature?
	Ellis continued to plunge into Duke's ass with increasingly hard,
fast thrusts. Duke loved every inch of the Warden's fat dick as it
penetrated and pulverized his anal innards, causing discarded spooge to
drip endlessly from his gaping hole.

	Ellis could see how turned on Duke was just by looking at the
reaction of his big dick. The 10 and 1/2 inch monster dong throbbed wildly
with each plunge Ellis' hips made into his ass. His thick muscles bulged
and flexed as his body jerked and tensed under the heavy poundage put upon
him. The sling swung back and forth, helping to propel his ass on the fat
erection as Ellis humped harder.
	Duke gripped the chains tighter as his straining dick pulsed just
above his muscular stomach. A few short thrusts later, Duke's mammoth dick
was spewing his own semen across his dark skin chest, painting his erect
nipples white with cum.

	Ellis watched as he fucked a load from the drug dealer. He hammered
even harder when he felt the anal ring flex around his piston shaft. After
a few dozen more thrusts, he shoved all the way in and came a geyser of
juice up the inmate's tortured ass. Ellis tried to hold back his passion as
he came, his thick dick pumping out hot fresh batches of potent sperm deep
inside the steamy wet bowels.
	Duke squeezed his anal lips around the dick base, milking the shaft
for all its worth as he hung there basking in the glow. Disgusted, Ellis
yanked his dick from the gaping hole and walked away. "Some of my guards
will be back to fuck you some more and take you down to transport to your
new home. Have fun." said Ellis emotionlessly as he gathered up his clothes
and closed Duke off behind the sealed wall of his Chamber.

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