Date: Thu, 1 May 2008 18:20:49 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-57

	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/57
ENGENUINE THOUGHTS

Pt-1

POLICE HEADQUATERS

"Mister Rollins..., this is Larry Putman, the D-A assigned to this case!
He's prepared to make a deal with you for accurate information resulting in
the conviction of Dennis Ellis!" said McConnell, introducing the two men.

"Hello Mister Rollins..." frowned the District Attorney, (an older man
about 59 yrs old, caucasian, with a no-nonsense attitude and demeanor). He
held out his hand before realizing the inmate's wrists were shackled for
his own protection. "uh..., yes, well..." he said, pulling back his welcome
as he took a seat directly across from Marvin. "Captain McConnell says you
may have some useful information for us...? I'm very eager to hear what you
have to say!"

"I want my lawyer!" said Marvin, sitting stone faced.

"What...?!" reacted McConnell, feeling Marvin was trying to pull a fast
one.

"I want my lawyer!" he repeated, not giving an inch.

"I...I don't understand..." said the D-A, turning towards McConnell
agitated. "I thought you said he was ready to talk!"

"He WAS...!" snarled McConnell, leering at Marvin with angry eyes. "What's
the deal here, convict? I thought we had an arrangement...!"

"I want to know what KINDA deal I'm getting..." reasoned Marvin. "...AND I
want my lawyer here to document it!"

"Why you lousy...!" snarled McConnell, angry to be wasting more time. "You
could've said this shit before now!"

"I just thought of it!" said Marvin, simply, causing McConnell to pace the
floor like a caged animal.

"Get his lawyer on the phone!" yelled McConnell to one of the desk officers
working in the pen before slamming his office door. "What kind of deal can
you make this asshole?" he asked the D-A, curiously.

"Well, I don't know..., it depends on the depth of information he has to
offer..." said Putman, looking Marvin over observantly, trying to figure
out just how much a man like him would know.

"Every minute that we waste sitting here debating over deals, my MEN are
out there getting one step closer to never being seen again!!" yelled
McConnell, eager to get on the road and look for Malik and Cortez.

"I'm not saying anything until I have my deal in writing!" stated Marvin,
firmly.

"Will you TELL him what you have to offer..?!!" ordered McConnell, yelling
at the District Attorney.

"I don't feel comfortable offering a deal without knowing the specifics
first!" explained Putman.

"Just TELL HIM!!" insisted McConnell, visibly frustrated as he threw his
pen holder across the room. It slammed against the wall, causing the pens
to scatter across the floor..
	Putman took McConnell's men into consideration as he thought about
their lives being in the balance. He looked Marvin over once again, sizing
him up as he stared at his muscles and shackles. Surely a big guy like him
would be on the inside with some influential people behind bars? Maybe he
DID have something with bargaining?

"We're prepared to offer you deals from a reduced sentence in a very
relaxed minimum security prison, --to a suspended sentence with time served
with parole of course..., depending on the information you have and if it
results in finding the missing officers alive!" said Putman.

"Well..., get my lawyer and put that in writing, and I'll tell you whatever
it is you want to know!" smiled Marvin, knowing he just hit the jackpot.

Pt-2

PIEDMONT PENITENTIARY

	Every month the prison bus arrives with a brand new batch of
inmates scheduled to help with overcrowding Piedmont's population. The new
arrivals are pulled off the bus one at a time and led into the prison's
Processing Center where they are numbered, photographed, fingerprinted,
strip searched (to insure no drugs or weapons are being smuggled into the
facility), washed clean, then placed into general population where they
will spend the rest of their days until time served.
	The line of men are led from one Processing room to another, among
them is 30 year old professional boxer Lexington Bowmen, a middle weight
champion with a career of 21 wins and 3 loses. His arrest came when a
groupie he slept with stole his discarded condom from the wastebasket and
artificially inseminated herself with a turkey baster. Then to add insult
to injury, she sued him twelve months later for child's support. Lexington
went temporarily insane when he realized he would be getting a third of his
wages garnished from the courts. In a desperate attempt to stop the women
from collecting his fortune, he agreed to meet with her for a
settlement. But as soon as he saw the woman smirking with her greedy
lawyers, he commenced to beating her upon the face and body, treating her
like a sparring partner in the boxing ring. Josephine Smith died en-route
to the hospital of massive internal injuries and blunt force to the
head. Lexington was booked and charged with her murder. The women's lawyers
sought his entire fortune, claiming the killing was premeditated, saying he
only agreed to meet her so he could kill her. Lexington was given a 25
years sentence, his illegitimate unwanted daughter receiving the full
benefit of his 7 year career.

"Next!" yelled the guard as Lexington took the prisoner's place before him
in line. "Hey, I know you...!" said the guard, recognizing Lex from his
many televised boxing matches. "You're Lex Bowmen! I made a fortune betting
on you against Dexter Johnson and Marcus Paige! You kick ass!!"

"Yeah, thanks!" said Lexington, smiling briefly as some of his accolades
followed him into prison.

"Yeah man..., I'm a real fan!" said the guard, smiling widely. "Hey
guys...!" he called to his fellow officers stationed about the Processing
Room. "...this is Lex Bowmen! He's a middleweight Champ!!"
	The other guards (as well as some inmates) smiled at the celebrity
in their midst. For the first time in months Lex felt like a celebrity
again instead of a criminal. He sorely missed the celebrity status and rich
background he possessed before murdering that girl. It was strange how
quickly one's life could change in the blink of an eye. "Yehhh, its great
to see a Champion like you..., hope you can resume your career once you get
out!" said the officer, bringing Lex back to reality. "Turn around and
spread `em!" he added a moment later, bringing Lex's celebrity fantasy to a
crashing halt. Humiliated, Lex turned around and grabbed his ankles,
exposing his most private assets to the stranger. "You're clean! Next!"
yelled the guard.

	The next man in line took Lex's place as he bent forward in front
of the guard. From across the room the last inmate was just entering. He'd
just been printed and ID'd in the other room when escorted in. Immediately
when he saw the nude inmates bending over to expose their goodies to all
the world, he began asking to see the Warden. Guards ignored him as they
tried to rush him through Processing, but the inmate was determined to be
heard by the Warden. "I have a medical condition...!" he informed officers
as they prepared to treat him hostilely.

"What kind of condition?" asked a concerned officer, trying to alleviate
some of the inmate's anxiety.

"It's in my medical records!" yelled the man, not wanting to disclose his
condition aloud.

"Your medical records haven't made it here yet...!" informed one of the
guards. "...might not get here for another month or so...! So what's your
condition?"
	The man looked on the verge of tears as he clutched at his orange
jumpsuit, unwilling to take it off. "Either tell us your condition or take
off the jumpsuit for Processing!" ordered the guards as inmates stood
staring curiously.

"I can't...!" he said, whining as he backed against the wall. The guards
pulled out their tasers as they prepared to stick the man into
submission. The inmates were pushed back facing the walls to keep them from
joining in on the disarray. The man (28 year old Kersey Gordon) was circled
by guards whom gave him one last chance to cooperate. Tears flowed down
Kersey's cheeks as he slowly unzipped his jumpsuit, revealing his sandy
blonde curly chest hair. The guards watched curiously as Kersey allowed the
suit to fall to the floor, covering his private parts with both hands
embarrassingly.

"Uncover your hands!" ordered the guards, giving Kersey a warning taser set
on mild. Kersey cried as he refused, wanting to talk to a doctor. One of
the guards tagged him with his taser again, electrifying Kersey with a more
than mild setting.
	Kersey fell back against the nearest wall, his body jerking wildly
from the electroshock. His hand fell from his privates, revealing his
deepest darkest shame.

"He don't have a dick!" announced a guard, squinting his eyes as Kersey's
hairy bush came into view minus a penis.

"He has a dick..." said another guard, skeptically. "..its just probably
tiny as shit...!"

"No..., I don't see a dick, nor any balls...!" announced the guard again,
looking closer.

"Let me take a look...!" said the head guard, pushing his way through to
Kersey as he violently shoved the man backwards against the wall and kicked
his legs apart before kneeling before him. "Well I'll be damned...!"
whispered of the officer, looking at a bonafied cunt in front of
him. "...this man has a pussy!"

"A what...?" mummered one of the inmates, catching the tail end of it.

"Get them outta here!" yelled the head guard in charge, knowing the man's
life would be in danger if word got out.
	Officers quickly ushered the men into the next room where they
showered and were giving new prison uniforms and toiletries before being
assigned to their new cell blocks.

	The remaining guards circled poor Kersey and began picking and
poking at his vulnerable pussy, making him feel violated. The guard
assigned to check inmate's body cavities for drug or weapons made Kersey
bend over in front of him as he pushed 3 of his gloved fingers deep into
Kersey's cunt. Kersey gasped noticeably as the guard started to move his
fingers back and forth, simulating fucking. The guards all laughed and
called Kersey freaky names, telling him how the inmates were going to love
fucking him. "You're definitely gonna be this prison's number one whore!"
joked one guard as Kersey was led into the shower area.
	Luckily the other inmates had moved on, receiving their assigned
cells. Kersey cried to himself under the spray of water, feeling molested
by the guards while all the while knowing it would be a hundred times worse
with the inmates.

	From the door several guards stood watching him, more than was
necessary at this junction of the Processing. He could hear the guards
talking about "the poor bastard", knowing he would be raped to death. "How
can a man live without a penis...? What does he have to identify with?"
	The head guard decided to have mercy, and called the prison's
doctor down to the Processing room to examine and evaluate the
situation. The doctor came and determined Kersey's life would definitely be
in jeopardy if he was released into general population. The guards decided
to house him Solitary Confinement until they could get the okay from the
new acting Warden, and secure a single cell for the unusual inmate.

Pt-3

	Most of the inmates were in the Mess Hall eating chow at the time
of Processing. Genuwine (current leader of the Mandingos) found himself
looking over the sea of prisoner heads looking for one of his missing
brethren. "Anybody seen Marvin...?" he asked, having not seen his right
hand man in quite sometime.
	The rest of Genuwine's boiz looked around and hunched their
shoulders questionably, no one had seen or heard from Marvin Rollins in
over 24 hours. Genuwine was starting to get a bed feeling, hoping someone
didn't do something to the big guy in retaliation or revenge. But before
Genuwine could set a plan in motion to locate his missing member, he got an
unexpected visit from a neighboring table...

"uh..., Genuwine...?" asked 19 year old Morris Jenkins, holding his food
tray in hand as he slowly approached the Mandingos' table.
	Genuwine's gang immediately jumped to their feet, shielding him as
they formed a wall around him.

"It's okay..." said Genuwine, settling his gang at ease before the guards
could take notice and call an emergency intervention. "What is it...?" he
asked the 19 year old standing nervously in front of him.

"I'd..., I'd like to join your gang..." said Morris, from the outside
looking in. Wyome, Killer-Pete, and Raymond Sherman as well as other lesser
known members of the Mandingos looked the stranger up and down like a side
of beef.

"Okay, kid..." smiled Genuwine, seeing some of himself in Morris when he
first arrived at Piedmont. "Sit at the END of the table..., you have to
EARN your way up to sitting in the center with us!"

"Okay." said Morris, making his way down towards the table's end.

"What you recruiting HIM for?" asked Wyome, not feeling Morris'
presence. "What's HE got to offer the group?"

"There's strength in numbers...!" said Genuwine. "Everybody's not a
killer..., some people offer more than just brute force!"

"We're in prison..., what else is there besides brute force?" asked Wyome,
slapping hands in agreement with Killer-Pete and several other
members. "I'll tell you what I'd like to do..." added Wyome, looking down
at Morris at the end of the table. "...I'd like to beat that faggot's ass
and make him my bitch!"

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Wy..., remember, Morris sent Rashad
Maheed to the infirmary for trying to do the same thing!" warned Genuwine.

"Yo, that's Rashad! That's nigga's always hadda a little sugar in his tank
if you ask me!" laughed Wy. "I BET I could take that ass though!" he
insisted.

"If you think you can..., then by all means, --do it!" offered
Genuwine. "But when he puts your ass in the hospital, I don't want any
retaliations..., whatever happens it's over!"

"Kew!" smiled Wyome, his dick hardening at the thought of getting some new
pussy.

Pt-4

	After chow, the inmates were allowed outside to work off their
meals. It was there that Wyome kept an eye on Morris, watching his every
move for the very moment he could pounce on him unexpectedly.
	Morris sat alone by himself, isolated from the rest of the
population as he contemplated being a gang member.

	Meanwhile Genuwine (still looking for Marvin) spotted a big guy
he'd never seen before walking across the prison yard. At first look
Genuwine thought he knew him from the old neighborhood, his face seemed
vaguely familiar. But when the man took a seat facing him on the far side
of the yard, getting ugly looks from the puertoricans whose turf he
crashed, Genuwine knew who he was instantly. "You've gotta be shittin'
me...!" he smiled to himself, getting up from his seat as he left his gang
behind to venture across the yard dangerously close to the Rican side of
the bricks.

"Yo...!!" yelled one of the puertoricans, calling to Lex as he sat minding
his own business. Lexington casually looked over at a group of 8 to 9
ricans mingling against the gate. "...what'r you, stupid or something?"
they asked, getting closer. Lex looked around, trying to see who they were
talking to. "You...! Yeah..., YOU!!" said the Rican, singling out
Lex. "This's OUR side of the Yard!"

"Chill out Chico...!" warned Genuwine, walking up just in time. "...you
know WHO this guy is...?" he asked, causing the group of Ricans to take a
second look at the man. "It's Lexington Bowmen!" he stated, as if they
should know him by name. "The middleweight champion...?" he added, hunching
his shoulders. "...he knocked out Marcus Paige...!?" Finally they started
to recollect... "I'd turn back around and walk my ass back over to the Wall
Ball court of I were you...!" suggested Genuwine, grinning broadly as the 9
ricans hesitantly walked back to where they came from.
	Genuwine laughed out loud as he casually walked up to Lex. "You ARE
him, aren't you?" he asked, wanting to make sure before making a total ass
of himself. Lex smiled slightly before nodding his head `yes.' "Dammit, I
KNEW it!!" he cheered as if just winning the lottery, grinning like a
Cheshire cat as he invited himself to sit down next to Bowmen on the
bench. "I'm Genuwine, man!" he said, holding out his hand to shake. Lex
looked up at him strangely, having met the REAL Genuwine (the R&B singer)
at his birthday bash last year. "Well..., not THEE Genuwine..." clarified
Genuwine with an embarrassed chuckle. "...my real name's Chris. Chris
Ford!"

"Sup man?" greeted Lex, shaking Genuwine's hand. "So.., what's it like in
here? Is jail as bad as I hear?"

"Well..., it's definitely not like the hotel suites and mansions you're
probably used to living in...!" joked Genuwine, hitting Lex close to
home. "...but if you have the right connections..., the right people
watching your back, you can do alright!"

"Let me guess..., YOU'RE the right connections?" guessed Lexington.

"Well..., I don't wanna toot my own horn..." laughed Genuwine, good
heartedly. "...but my gang, `the Mandingos', --is the best in the joint! We
have all the access you need to everything you need! Cigarettes, weed,
soda, beer, TV, IPOD, whores, --you name it!"

"How bout pussy?" asked Lex, getting straight to the point.

"Well..., we're working on it...! But don't a lot of females come through
the halls of Piedmont! Finding real pussy here's like looking for hair on
Michael Jordan's head...!" joked Genuwine, "...it just ain't there! Unless
you count miss Sally, the Warden's secretary!"

"Is she hot?" asked Lex, his dick already hardening at the thought of pussy
nearby.

"Hot if you like middle aged white women with flat asses and no tits!" said
Gen, describing the Warden's secretary.

"Right now anything's better than nothing!" said Lex. "I'd fuck a fat woman
in a clown suit if she walked through here right now!"

"I feel you man! I was the same way when I first got here!" admitted
Genuwine.

"What do you guys do for sex around here?" asked Lex, curiously. "I
mean..., how do you cope with not having women around?"

"We compensate...!" said Gen, vaguely.

"How? With what...?" asked Lex.

"Yo man..., when your dick's hard and you ain't had no pussy in months, you
tend to start noticing some of these punks walking around with the high
asses and the thick lips! You make due with what you got at hand!"

"You mean you fuck other guys?" asked Lex, sounding disgusted.

"Yo man..., ain't a man in here ain't come in here with the same thoughts
as you..., claiming he'd NEVER touch another man sexually! But we do what
we gotta do to keep sane in here! We'd go crazy if we didn't find some sort
of sexual outlet to get our rocks off! It can get really tough in here
after awhile...!"

"I BET!" said Lex. "But another man...? That has to be the weirdest, gayest
thing to do in prison!"

"After awhile an asshole starts to feel like pussy!"

"Nawww...!" said Lex doubtfully, believing Genuwine exaggerating.

"Forreal dawg! After you break a nigga in..., his ass starts to shape to
the curve of your dick!" informed Genuwine. "That shit starts to really
feel like you fucking a woman!"

"I can't see that shit man!" chuckled Lex, skeptically.

"You ever fuck a girl inna ass?" asked Genuwine, curiously.

"Nope." said Lex, flatly.

"Well..., all I got to say is before you turn your nose up at it, TRY it
first!" challenged Genuwine, getting up from his seat. "If you like, I
could set you up with a few hoes I run through my connections? My boi T-Bo
knows how to back that thing up on you real good!"

"Naw..., no thanks, man. I'm good for now!" claimed Lex, losing his
excitement at the thought of letting a man touch him sexually.

"Okay then..., feel free to hit me and my gang up if you need somebody to
show you around the prison and show you the ropes!" offered Gen.

"Thank man..., that's wussup!" agreed Lex, slapping hands with Genuwine
before he left the bench.
	Walking back across the prison yard, Genuwine's men looked at him
in wonder...

"Who was that?" asked Pete, staring at Bowmen from across the yard.

"That my brutha..., is our new money bag!" smiled Gen.

Pt-5

	In the prison laundry room, Morris Jenkins walked in with a small
bundle of clothing he needed to wash since before his banishment to
Solitary Confinement. As he stuffed his prison pants and t-shirts into the
wash, 26 year old Wyome Watts walked into the laundry room. Morris saw the
man with the crazed reputation come into the room, and wondered if he had a
load of laundry already in the dry.
	Wyome said nothing as he leaned against one of the he dryers and
stared at Morris as he added detergent to his wash. Morris felt a knot
growing in his stomach as he began to sense a setup. After closing his
machine, Morris attempted to leave, but his path was blocked when Wyome
stepped out in front of him.

"So..., you wanna join our gang, eh...?" he asked in a low tone. Another
inmate nearby sensed a dangerous confrontation and quickly left without
incident.

"uh..., yeah..." answered Morris, looking confused.

"Well..., we don't just let anybody join our gang..." said Wyome, still
blocking Morris' path. "...you've got to prove you've got what it takes to
be one of us! Or..., there IS another way you could get into the group..."

"How?" asked Morris, curiously.

"You could get a free pass into the gang if you become someone's bitch!"
said Wyome, trailing his index finger down the side of Morris' arm. "You
might not be at the TOP of the chain..., but you'll reek all the benefits
of being a gang member..., --drugs, alcohol, TV, cigarettes..., as a
bottom!"

"Genuwine said I could be a member..., but he didn't mention anything about
having to prove myself or be someone's bitch!" said Morris (recalling a
conversation from last chap).

"He also said you had to EARN your place at the center of the table...,
what you think he meant by that?" asked Wyome, looking a little annoyed by
Morris' response. "He meant you gonna have to give up that ass...!"
answered Wyome, loving the shocked look on Morris' face.

"I'm not trying to give up no ass...!" said Morris, backing away
cautiously.

"Well then you're gonna have to prove yourself, then!" said Wy, stepping
forth.
	Before Morris could figure out a plan, Wyome was on him with his
fists. The flurry of punches were overwhelming, knocking Morris
senseless. He fought back as valiantly as he could, making a few
connections before falling victim to Wyome's aggression.
	Wy dragged Morris deeper into the laundry, forcing him across a
wooden bench as he tugged at his pants to expose his round brown ass. Wyome
smiled widely when he saw the fat boi-ass. Grabbing two hefty handfuls of
butt cheeks, he squeezed and kneaded them in his hands before pulling the
cheeks apart to check out the hole. Wyome's dick grew rock hard in his
pants when he saw the hairy boi-hole appear before him. Thus far Rashad
Maheed had been the only man to penetrate Morris' buttock, Wyome's dick
throbbed with excitement at the thought of taking the 19 year old punk and
making him his new full time bitch. He'd be the envy of every man in their
cell Block.

	Wy spit a huge gob of slick spit onto his fingers, then massaged
them into Morris' asshole before freeing his own hardon and preparing it
for the hole. He slapped his hard 9 inch dick between the cheeks, teasing
Morris' fluttering black-bud with the head as he started to press it
inward.
	Morris lay dazed across the wooden bench, his prison pants pulled
down under his ass as another male inmate prepared to fuck him. Instantly
his mind flashed back to Rashad and all the times the Muslim leader fucked
and seduced him with the pretense of befriending. Morris begged Rashad not
to fuck him on numerous occasions, but the Muslim only seemed more
interested in getting his dick up his ass and getting his rocks off. Morris
recalled how Rashad would scare him with threats of getting butt raped by
hundreds of inmates taking turns up his young straight ass if he didn't
shut up and submit to his desires. Morris gave up the ass to Rashad because
he was a Muslim leader, and because he promised to keep him safe from the
wolves that stalked the prison system. But Rashad turned out to be one of
the very wolves Morris needed to avoid. Now he finds himself in the very
predicament Rashad threatened, with another inmate demanding use of his
tight boi-ass.

	Wyome shoved his hips forward, forcing his dick head to penetrate
Morris' ultra tight and resisting bunghole. Morris instantly awoke from his
subconscious state, jumping up from the bench with renewed vigor. Wyome
grabbed him about the waist to hold him in place as he tried to force the
rest of his hard dick up the resisting ass.
	Morris fought back as he pushed back to dislodge from Wyome's
grasp, then spun around to escape his raping manhood. Wyome reached back
with his fist to pummel Morris back into submission some more, when the 19
year old beat him to the punch. As Wy fell back onto the floor with a
bloody lips and nose, Morris commenced to kicking him in the groin
repeatedly with his shoe. Wyome tried to shield his genitals with his
hands, but the force of Morris' kick only resulted in the breaking of one
of his fingers. As Wyome screamed out in pain, Morris beat his balls in
with the tip of his shoe, kicking Wy until he fell out unconscious.

	Pulling up his pants, Morris staggered out of the prison laundry
only to see Genuwine and the rest of his gang members sitting out in the
center of the main floor watching Tv and playing cards. Morris saw a smile
spread across Genuwine's famous face as he walked over to them. "You've
earned you place in the center of the table...!" said Genuwine, knowing
Morris wouldn't be out here before Wy if he lost the fight.
	Morris said nothing as he walked by Genuwine and his crew and went
directly to his cell and fell out on the bunk exhausted. Rashad saw Morris'
return to his cell and knew instantly by the blood and bruises that the
inmate had been in a fight to save his ass. And though Rashad didn't know
if Morris had won or lost the fight, it pleased him to know that the 19
year old was finding it a hard struggle to cope in the prison without him.

Pt-6

	21 year old David Rodriguez walked into the old prison Chapel a
little more stoked then usual. Since finding out that the Brotherhood (a
gay Cult) was banned from the prison, David had been down in the dumps
about his religion and his future. But since meeting prison guard Nicolas
Duncan (last chapter), David had been riding high with a sense of purpose
once again.
	He noticed there were no guards posted outside the Chapel today as
he snuck through the entrance. "Hello...?" he called into the empty halls,
hoping to see Duncan waiting in the wings. Seeing no one, David went deeper
into the Chapel. All around he could see memories of himself and fellow
Cult members giving exorcisms to inmates in the private prayer rooms. David
felt as if his life had meaning during his time as a Cult member, never had
he felt more needed and useful than when he was exorcising evil spirits
from his fellow inmates. Out in the real world, David's two brothers (Raul
and Carlos) were the street thugs, they always made David ride along for
notoriety, giving him name by association so no one would question his
sexuality or fuck with him on the streets. David never felt comfortable
acting as a drug dealer, he often stayed in the car when his brothers had
to get down and dirty with some unpleasantness. When they were arrested and
sentenced for their crimes, they were all labeled under the same umbrella
of charges, all of them receiving the same number of years for their
crimes.

"Hello...?!" called David as he was brought back out of his daydream. He
heard footsteps approaching from behind, but it sounded like more than one
person. Briefly he worried that other inmates might have stumbled across
the unguarded rooms, looking to make unnecessary trouble. When he looked
around the corner he saw prison guard Nicolas Duncan, accompanied by two
other guards he wasn't quite familiar with (38 y/o Darrin Daniels, 28 y/o
Jason Cartwright).

"See..., there he is, just like I told you!" said Duncan, leading the way
into the Chapel. "I brought two more non-believers with me, David..., when
I told them about your exorcisms, they wanted to see it to believe it!"

"O...okay..." said David somewhat displaced, having only expected one
guard.
	The three CO's grinned and joked amongst themselves as they made
themselves comfortable. David felt like an insect before them as they
totally ignored him and talked about the hot women they were fucking or
wanted to fuck (Daniels was married while Cartwright and Duncan had
girlfriends). After a few minutes they were all sporting hardons as they
openly rubbed the bulges in the crotches with excitement.

"So wussup with that blow job you promised, Nick?" asked Jason, wanting to
get down to business before he was missed from his shift.

"Its coming, Jay..., just relax!" laughed Duncan, motioning for David to
get started. "The kid gives major blow jobs! Yall'r gonna LOVE it!"

"It's not about blow jobs, officer Duncan..." insisted David, somewhat
insulted that his religious services were being downgraded into mere blow
jobs. "...it's about the spiritual experience one gets when he..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about the spiritual thing..." said Duncan, having
heard all that stuff before. "...how bout showing THESE guys what you
showed me!?"

"Okay..." said David hesitantly, getting into the mind-set.
	He positioned the first guard (Jason) to stand still while he
circled him in prayer, muttering religious epigrams and motioning hand
gestures reminiscent of the Catholic religion.

"What the fuck is this...?" asked Jason, losing his erection during the
performance. "I wanted a blow job, not a blessing..!"

"Just relax and enjoy it, asshole! It's a small price to pay for ecstasy!"
advised Duncan.
	After making several circles, David stopped in front of Officer
Cartwright and made a simple prayer sign with his hands before kneeling
before him. Jason started to get excited again when he felt David reached
up and began unfastening his zipper.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" sighed the officer as David reached in
and freed his erection. David ignored the officer's enthusiasm as he took
his rigid meat into his mouth and began sucking. "Oh shit...!" smiled the
officer, feeling David's butter like mouth melt around his stiff
manhood. David sank his mouth down around the hard shaft, slowly working
his lips up and down the swollen column. Once he got used to the size and
length of the hard dick in his mouth, he swallowed the slick shaft all the
way down to the hairy pubes. "Awww fuck man..., now THAT's heaven...!!"
laughed the guard, causing his coworkers to join in.
	David ignored the brass comments as he sucked and swallowed, sucked
and swallowed, and sucked some more. Jason soon felt himself tuning out his
friends and concentrating more on the spectacular blow job he was
receiving. David was so focused on his mission that he never stopped for a
moment, not even to take a breather. He bobbed his head back and forth as
he ate the hard cock from tip to base. Jason grabbed at the back of David's
head, helping to guide his mouth back and forth faster. The other guards
watched with growing interest as Jason got his dick expertly sucked by the
inmate Rican. David felt Jason starting to thrust his hips back and forth,
feeding him his dick as he gently forced himself deeper. This drove David
to suck harder, trying to get the officer to reach euphoria.

"Oh fuck, man..., this kid sucks a mean dick!" sighed Jason, feeling
himself getting closer and closer to an amazing orgasm. David never broke
contact as he took Jason's dick like a champ, swallowing his wood all the
way down to the hairy balls. "Shit man, I think I'm about to cum...!" he
announced, feeling his nuts knot up under his dick base.
	David could feel the officer's dick starting to swell and twitch in
his mouth. Jason humped faster as his dick head flared, then started hosing
load after load of thick sticky and salty semen straight into the sexy
little rican's mouth. David drank the warm cum as soon as it hit his
taste-buds. "Awww fuck...! Shit...! Yeah, man! Damn!" cooed Jason, losing
himself in orgasm. He stood there weak-kneed as his dick jumped and spit
gob after and gob of potency into David's faggot sucking mouth.

"Hey man, don't hog it all to yourself! I want a turn too!" complained
Darrin, pulling his own dick from his uniform pants.
	David pulled back off of Jason's dick as he stood up and licked his
lips clean. Darrin was expecting a hot blow job next when David started to
circle him while chanting a prayer. "What the fuck, man...?" asked Darrin,
looking around in protest.

"Yo..., don't nobody give a fuck about no prayer...!" yelled Duncan,
stopping David in mid-prayer. "Just suck his dick!!" he ordered.
	David looked around at the three officers, the look of lust and
determination present on their faces. David knew these men cared nothing
about ascension as he descended to his knees before the black officer.

"Yeah..., open wide, baby-boy...!" smiled the 38 year old married man,
eager to get his dick sucked.
	David eyed the fat dark 8 inch cut black dick before taking it into
his mouth, he'd grown to love sucking black men since his incarceration. It
all started with the inmate Genuwine (aka Chris Ford). Geunwine was the
first black man David had ever been with (chap-11, pt-3), and he found
himself all swept up in his raw sex appeal.
	Since then David has been had by many of the black prisons of
Piedmont Penitentiary, having gotten gangbanged by Duke and his crew. Now
here he was kneeling before three black guards, sucking their dicks
(supposedly for spiritual reasons). David thought he could change
prisoner's perspectives by giving them a divine feeling, but most of the
inmates that came through the Chapel only came through looking for nothing
more than to get their rocks off. David got his face fucked more often than
he gave spiritual bliss. No one was looking to become more connected, all
they wanted was to get off. Even the guards took advantage of the Cult's
beliefs, getting free blow jobs with no repercussion.

	Darrin Daniels grinned happily as the Rican sucked up and down his
dick shaft. Since becoming a guard, he's had some of the best head of his
life at the prison. At one point after getting married, Darrin and his
newlywed wife were having problems, -financial problems, marital problems,
sexual problems, etc..., but ever since officer Peachtree introduced him to
some of the perks of being a prison guard (chap-28, pt-1), their marriage
had been stronger than ever.

"Yeah boy..., suck that dick!" ordered Darrin, watching the Rican make love
to his manhood.
	Old habits die hard as David found himself getting less and less
into the spiritual realm of exorcism, and more and more into the pure
sexual feeling of oral gratification. David loved sucking dick, he'd been
doing so since he was 15. There was something about the feel of a hard dick
between his lips (particularly from a straight man) that just made life
worth while. Since the first time he tasted dick, and the sweet salty
liquid which flowed innocently from its head, David's been hooked like a
fish. He sucked feverishly on Darrin's meaty manhood, taking it all the way
down to the balls as he pressed his nose into the guard's pelvis.
	Darrin ran his hands over David's duel cornrows as the 21 year old
bobbed like a buoy. He alternated deep throating and sucking furiously on
the sweet fat head. He could taste the salty seed of nectar seeping from
the piss-slit every time he gobbled up the spongy head, nibbling along the
tip as if test tasting the sweet robust of wine.

	Darrin Daniels felt his dick being eaten from tip to base, the
suction of the inmate's perfectly fitting mouth almost too much to bare. He
wished his wife possessed such skills, but then his wife didn't have years
confined to a state prison with nothing better to do with her time than to
suck convict dick all day. In a situation like that, any man would be a
better dick sucker than a women.

"Hurry up man..., we ain't got all damn day!" said Duncan, wanting his turn
in before their time was up.

"Shit man, you can't rush something like this! A blow job like this takes
time to savor or it ain't worth crap!" joked Darrin, enjoying the hot mouth
on his tool.
	Duncan stood and watched as his coworker leaned back against the
wall and enjoyed the handsome inmate's hot mouth. He knew full well how
good Darrin was feeling as David's slick smooth mouth glided up and down
his deep dark column. He rubbed his own hard dick through his uniform as he
anticipated his own blow job.

"Awww, fuck man..." gasped Darrin, feeling his dick already starting to
throb.
	David sensed the officer getting close as he picked up the pace,
bobbing his head faster as he gobbled up the hard dick like a man
starving. "Oh fuck..., here I go! I'm gonna cum...!!" warned Darrin,
spewing his manhood seed into David's sweet sucking mouth.

"mmmm...!!" moaned David, feeling the warm cum paint his oral cavity.
	Duncan pulled out his dick and walked up directly behind David,
rubbing his dick along the side of his neck while tapping it on his
shoulder. David was still in the mist of eating Darrin's cum when Duncan
grabbed his head and pulled it off the dick.

"C'mon man..., I want to get my shit off before my shift ends too...!" he
whined, trying to shove his own dick between the puertorican's pink pouty
lips.
	David simply spun around on his knees and took Duncan's dick
inside. The three CO's laughed amongst themselves about their good fortune
as David continued his task, bobbing his head along the guard's hard
shaft. "Did I tell you this boy had a wicked mouth or what...?" exclaimed
Duncan, loving the warm wet mouth sucking along his glands.

"Hell yeah man!" agreed Darrin, his dick still hanging outside of his
uniform pants as he watched Duncan get head. "Only thing I've had better
here was when I fucked one of my coworkers up this ass...!"

"A coworker...?" asked Jason, surprised. "A C.O., ...?" he inquired, his
own dick itching for some more attention.

"Yeah..., a guard named Andrew! He's not here anymore..." explained Darrin,
finally tucking his dick back into his pants. "Reinhold and Peachtree
introduced me to him..., they had tricked him into believing all the new
CO's got butt fucked as a part of some college like hazing...!"

"And he fell for it...?!" asked Jason, laughing. "What a dumbass!"

"Had some good ass, though..." recalled Darrin, zipping his zipper. "Came
through for me a couple of times when my wife was on the rag and didn't
feel like getting fucked!"

"Don't that shit just burn you up, dawg...?!" asked Duncan, thinking of his
own woman back home. "They don't want you cheating on them..., yet they
always screaming about not being in the mood or not wanting to suck your
dick when they got cramp! I'm like..., what cramps got to do with sucking
dick...???!"

"My wife don't use cramps as an excuse..., she just says I ain't getting no
pussy!" laughed Darrin.

"That's fucked up!" laughed Jason.

"Tell me about it...!" complained Darrin. "At least here in prison we have
an alternative to fucking some chick in the street that's likely to go to
our wives and tell everything when they decide to try to breakup our happy
homes! At least HERE shit won't get back to them, what we do here stays
here!"

"Word!" agreed Duncan, placing his hand on the top of David's head. "And
with inmates giving shit up THIS good, I might not even want to fuck my
woman at home!" he joked, pushing David's head deeper.

"Heads good man, but pussy's better!" said Jason as a fact.

"Head's good, pussy's better, but ass is tighter!" corrected Darrin.

"Sounds like that CO got you hooked!" joked Duncan.

"Man you just don't know..., fucking another guy cuts out A LOT of that
bullshit you go through with women! I'd come into work all frustrated and
hard up..., and Peachtree and Reinhold would set me up with some inmate
that gave good head of who's ass felt like fucking butter around my dick! I
can't tell you how many times I went home happy as shit, my balls drained
dry! Especially on night shift! You brutha's should try that shit..., give
your dicks a treat!"

"You take it up the ass, inmate..?" asked Duncan, pulling David's head back
off his dick for an answer.

"Yeah..." gasped David, swallowing the spit and pre-cum in his mouth before
going back down on the dick.

"Good..., maybe I'll try that shit NEXT time I see you...!" said Duncan,
satisfied with head for now. David continued to suck him, stuffing his
mouth full of thick black Corrections Officer dick as his own dick started
to throb in his pants at the idea of getting fucked.
	He hadn't gotten fucked much since his father's death (back in
chap-42, pt-3). As a member of the Brotherhood, he'd gotten fucked a couple
of times by an angry inmate named Dre (chap-48, pts-5 & 8) whom fucked him
hard and furious. David recalled the inmate manhandling him in one of the
Chapel's private prayer booths, roughly shoving him up against the wall
before shoving his fat black dick up his tight tan Rican ass. David hated
to admit it, but he'd gotten so turned on by the hot fucking the inmate
gave him that he shot his own load all over the Chapel wall without even
touching himself. He'd only managed to meet with the inmate a handful of
times before the Brotherhood was disbanded and banned from the
prison. Since then David's life had been in despair.

	He felt the Corrections Officers' hands tighten on his head as he
started to thrust himself in and out of his mouth and throat. David
swallowed his dick over and over, loving the way the big black cock
penetrated his throat muscles and forced its way into his gullet.
	Officer Duncan felt his balls starting to knot up under his shaft
as he fucked harder. "Damn...!" he murmured to himself as the throat drove
him to the edge. He fucked his hips back and forth, sending his hairy balls
into David's smooth chin again and again. David felt the dick swell in his
mouth just as Duncan pulled his head forward. "Awww fuck...!!" he gasped,
shooting thick rope after rope of hot scolding cum deep down into David's
throat.

	David took the cum load easily, well versed in eating jizm. He
gulped and gulped until Duncan's hands loosened on his head. "Shit man...!"
signed Duncan, smiling broadly as he yanked his softening meat from the
inmate's mouth. "...I NEEDED that!" he declared as David stayed on his
knees, licking his sticky lips as he awaited the officers next move.

"You can go back to you Block now!" said Darrin, checking his watch.
	David hesitated, looking around at the CO's crotches. Jason was
still hard, his dick print tenting the fly of his uniform, --surely he
didn't want to go back to work still horny?
	Reluctantly he got up off his knees. The CO's adjusted themselves
as they prepared to return to work. As David started to walk towards the
Chapel doors (feeling a little disappointed after being dismissed without
getting fucked), he received a firm smack on the rump.

"I might want to try THAT out real soon...!" smiled Duncan with a sexy
wink.
	David beamed as he left the Chapel, religion no longer the focus of
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"Well you nigga's ain't the only ones that want to get off...!" said
Duncan, massaging his own 8 inch hardon.

"Maybe the kid'll let you go in through the back door?" suggested Darrin,
putting a bug in Duncan's head.
	Duncan looked down at David as if making his decision as David
knelt before Darrin. Reaching down, he forced his hand back into the seat
of David's prison pants, feeling his smooth ass and puckered hole. David
groaned around Darrin' mouthful of hard dick, his mind racing faster than
Hotwheels as the curious finger began to probe him.

"So..., what do you say, kid...?" asked Duncan, liking what he felt.
	David lifted up into position without once taking his mouth off of
Darrin's dick. Duncan maneuvered himself behind the puertorican as his
yanked his pants down around his ankles to expose his bare buttock.

"Mighty fine looking ass there...!" excited Jason, looking on as he tugged
his softened cock. Duncan spat onto his fingertips and smeared a generous
amount of saliva across the pink hairless hole for lubricant. The he pulled
down his uniform pants and got directly behind David and presented his dick
head up to the hole.
	David held his breath as the hard 8 inch dick pressed into his
asshole, forcing open his sphincter muscles as they snapped snugly about
the penetrating shaft.

"This might've been your best idea yet, officer!" smiled Duncan (looking at
Darrin) as he pressed his knotty pelvic hair up against David's smooth ass
cheeks. David groaned as he felt the entire shaft slide inside him, his
asshole spasm sorely as his body adjusted to the invasion. Duncan held him
by his hips as he started to thrust himself back and forth, sliding his
dick in and out of the gripping rectum.

	David was fucked front and back as the two guards pumped in and out
of him, using his inmate body to get their rocks off. They fought inside of
him, each ramming into him with powerful thrusts and sending him
ricocheting into the other full throttle.
	David found himself liking the duel a lot more than his religion
allowed. The Cult only saw sex as a conjuant to the spiritual realm, having
sex for the pure pleasure of sexual gratification was strictly prohibited,
but David couldn't deny the ultimate feeling of being taken by two straight
men at once. While one dick was sliding into his body from one end, the
other was moving out from the other. They slipped and slide through him
like two well oiled machines working in opposite directions. David's own
dick grew hard as a rock between his legs. He can't resist the urge to
reach down and gently stroke it while getting fucked.

"Damn man.., this bitch is good!" declared Darrin, twisting David's head
sideways as he really started to fuck the hot mouth. Spittle drooled from
the edges of David's suckling mouth as he tried desperately to keep up, his
mouth and throat working overtime to house the 8 inch mast. "Best ass since
we butt fucked Officer Andrew Roberts in the sleeping quarters!" said
Darrin (reminiscing about events which happened in chap-28, pt-1). Both men
continued to ram into him with harder and deeper thrusts, punishing his
holes as they fucked him with increasing velocities. David grunted with
every pump into his body, his throat and innards taking the total brunt of
the power.

"I'm getting close, man...!" warned Darrin, feeling the flood gates
beginning to open as he fucked into David's open throat. He clutched
purposely at David's head, fucking faster as his balls began to tighten in
their hairy sack. David held onto Darrin's thighs as the man fucked wildly
into his mouth, his balls slapping repeated against the side of his
cheek. In just a few dozen more thrusts, Darrin was shooting thick hot wads
of slick semen straight down into David's throat.

"That's it, man..., feed that faggot your cum!" encouraged Duncan as he
continued to fuck.
	Darrin emptied his balls in David's mouth, sending wave after wave
of molten cum down into the man's belly. When he was done, he released
David's head to allow the man to stand upright.
	Duncan fucked into David's backside as the Rican stood before him,
his back severely arched to make his ass jet out to receive the 8 inches
pole. David used his anal muscles to manipulate Duncan's penis, milking the
shaft and making him cum far too soon. "OHHH fuck, man...!!" groaned
Duncan, feeling the muscles clamping on his dick. He only managed to thrust
in a few more times before he was sending thick hot healthy wads of seed
deep into David's accepting hole. "UHH! UHH! AHH! YEAH! FUCK! DAMN!" cursed
Reinhold, losing all of his seed inside the inmate. David came at the same
instant, shooting cum all over the Chapel floor while he milked the guard's
dick before he pulled out, leaving him empty but full of cum.

"Damn boy..., talent like that shouldn't be wasted!" said Duncan, slapping
David on the rump.

"Hardly seems fair to just fuck him and leave..." said Darrin, grateful for
the head job he'd just gotten.

"Pretty bitch like him probably used to getting dumped in..., ain't that
right sweet cheeks?" asked Jason with a wink.
	David blushed as he pulled his pants up over his ass.

"Don't worry, Darrin..., we'll be seeing a lot more of him now that we all
have an understanding..., right David?" asked Duncan, zipping up his
uniform pants. "We're all gonna be seeing a lot of each other!" promised
Duncan, before sending the inmate back to his cell block.

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