Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 15:46:30 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-54

	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/54
FRYING A FAT FISH

Pt-1

LOCAL NEWS

	Piedmont Penitentiary's `TV room(s)' were full of curious inmates
watching the local news channels as reports of Warden Ellis' arrest hit the
air waves.

REPORTER: "A story which broke in yesterday's Inquire by the late convicted
Muslim turned journalist: -Muhammad Shaheed, reports that a religious cult
named The Brotherhood which resides in the Valley Forge area were allowed
to operate on prison grounds with the blessings of the Warden: -Dennis
Ellis!

	Muhammad reports that the cult, which is founded by Paul Gordon: a
man previously convicted in another state for Felony Fraud, was a front for
homosexual activity under the disguise of religion, -preying on
unsuspecting inmates who were seeking religious guidance!
	`Brother Paul' as he is known to be called, was unavailable for
comment during this broadcast. And it is as yet unknown to this reporter if
this story has any barring on why the Philadelphia Police Department has
stormed the Penitentiary and taken Ellis into custody for questioning, or
if there's some other reason they wish to speak with the prison official?
But sources close to Ellis say that police raided Ellis' private residence
as well as his prison office and confiscated his personal computers, but
fell short of explaining why? It's speculated that police may believe Ellis
may be involved in some under dealings, which is why they may have taken
his computers in for evidence!
	This is Chad Bradley for Action News!"

Pt-2

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

	It'd been nearly 12 hours since the police invaded the prison in
search of one of its undercover officers to no avail. Maleece Cortez and
(former police officer turned corrections officer) Malik Jones were
declared missing after reports of some mysterious dealings at the
prison. Police captain David L. McConnell and his Precinct searched the
prison frantically for their missing colleagues, knowing the longer they
stayed missing the worse the chances were of finding them alive.

	Prison Warden Dennis Ellis was taken down to Police Headquarters
where he was denied visits from his attorney in order for the police to
questioned and interrogate him extensively. McConnell questioned him
personally, putting aside the many years of friendship they once held as
partners on the police force.

"Where are they, Dennis??" asked McConnell as he labored over the Warden
like a bad rash. "Where's Malik and Cortez??!!"
	Ellis merely smirked in the interrogation chair, unaffected by
McConnell's dramatic screeches while the police continue their search
through his prison. McConnell knew he was getting nowhere as he watched the
clock behind Ellis' head. "They are innocent men, Dennis..., they're police
officers! They don't deserve whatever you've got in stored for them!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Ellis, playing hardball.

"What about your family? How would your wife and kids feel about what
you're doing here?" asked McConnell, using any means to get Ellis to
crack. Ellis said nothing in his defense to the mention of his family,
knowing he'd be looking at a long stretch of prison life before he'd ever
be able to see them again if he confessed to any misdealing. "How're
Dolores and Rodney and Gary supposed to go on knowing their father put
innocent men in danger just to keep his illegal actions secret? How're they
supposed to hold their heads high in public knowing their father is a
monster?!"

"Leave my family out of this!" warned Ellis, not wanting to think of his
tarnished image with his sons. For the first time in hours McConnell was
amazed to see some spark of humanity in Ellis' eyes at the thought of his
family. McConnell decided to run with it.

"Should I call them?" he asked, getting his first non-cocky facial
expression from Ellis in hours. "Maybe they could talk some sense into you!
Keep you from doing something stupid!" threatened McConnell. "If anything
happens to those two men.., I'll make it my life's work to make sure you
get the electric chair, Dennis! Take my word!"

"Your threats don't scare me, David..." said Ellis, rearing back in his
seat. "Your men wouldn't be in danger if YOU hadn't put them there to spy
on me!"

"Dammit Ellis..!! Those are MY MEN in there...!!" yelled McConnell,
grabbing Ellis by the collar before dragging him from his seat and slamming
him up against the back wall in frustration, causing the clock on the wall
to crash to the ground. McConnell lost control and punched Ellis dead
across the face with his fist.

"UURRHHH..!!" groaned Ellis, nearly falling over before catching his
balance. McConnell readied himself for retaliation, but Ellis merely
grabbed his stinging cheek before spitting bloody saliva onto the
interrogation floor. "My lawyer's gonna love the bruises!" he said, smiling
broadly as McConnell quickly regained his composure.

"Sir...?" called officer Hightower, standing in the door of the
interrogation room.

"Not now!" said McConnell, staring Ellis eye to eye, daring the Warden to
push his buttons again. "I'm in the middle of something!"

"Sir..., I uh..., think you need to hear this, sir...!" insisted Hightower.
	McConnell and Ellis continued to stare each other down, one trying
to mentally out-psyche the other. Reluctantly McConnell backed away,
leaving Ellis alone in the room to regain his thoughts.

"This better be important, Hightower...!" said McConnell, running smack
into Ellis' lawyer in the hall.

"Holding my client without proper council is a direct violation on his
Constitutional Rights, Captain!" yelled the lawyer.

"Your client is holding TWO of my officers captive somewhere in his prison,
counselor...!" yelled McConnell.

"Allegedly!!" corrected the lawyer. "But regardless of what YOU believe,
Captain.., MY client is innocent until proven guilty! And even then he
still has a right to have his lawyer present during ANY and ALL
questioning!!" informed the council, causing McConnell to sigh in
frustration and anger.

"He's yours...!" said McConnell, after a brief debate with himself.

"Thank you!" said the counselor, brushing by as he passed into the
interrogation room holding Ellis.

"Shit..!!" cursed McConnell, sensing no quick end to the case.

"Captain...?" called Jake Valentine, standing in the wings as McConnell
contemplated his options.

"JAKE!!" he called gleefully, grabbing the young officer up in his arms
with a huge hug. "Why the hell didn't you tell us you were going up to
Colorado?" he asked, breaking the embrace as he grabbed him firmly by the
shoulders and stared closely at him.

"It was a long shot that Gardner would show up there, sir!" explained
Jake. "His wife called me directly from an old phonebook she found..., she
was nervous that Gardner might try to find her and his daughter out in the
mid-west. I was going crazy just sitting around the house waiting to hear
word from Malecee on his undercover work in prison..., so I decided to take
the trip up to Colorado and talk to mrs Gardner myself, --see if she had
any ideas where her ex-husband might be hiding? I had no idea that Bruce
would actually show up there at the same precise moment I did!"

"Good thing you did from what I hear..." said McConnell, having had
received a call from the Colorado police of Jake's involvement in Gardner's
shooting. "...if you hadn't been there to intervene, Bruce would've
undoubtedly killed his wife and her new boyfriend, --and who knows what he
might've done to his own daughter?"

"I try not to think about it, sir." said Jake, knowing Gardner wouldn't
have hesitated in harming her as well. "So..., there's no word on Maleece
and Malik yet?" he asked, changing the subject.
	McConnell sighed, knowing he was getting nowhere fast with Ellis.

"Nothing yet, Jake..., --but don't worry, I've got technicians working on
Ellis' home and work computers, trying to break through his firewalls and
I.D. codes to get to the root of his schemes! We'll find them..., believe
me!" assured McConnell.

"I know no one's more dedicated to finding them alive than you are,
Captain!" assured Jake. Just then, the attorney came out of the
interrogation room, holding Ellis' file and his briefcase in hand.

"I want my client released as soon as possible!" insisted the lawyer.

"Not happening." responded McConnell, calmly.

"My client has cooperated with the police in every way imaginable! You've
gone through his office at his place of business, you've stormed his home
and stolen his computer and personal files, and you've brought him down
here forcibly against his will to answer your questions without benefit of
council!" explained the lawyer. "Now either you charge him and arrest him
with something, or you release him now!"

"Your client his holding two of our officers captive somewhere!" argued
McConnell. "He's not going anywhere until he coughs up where he's hiding
them!"

"Then prepare for legal action against you Captain, cause I won't hesitate
to name this whole Precinct and the entire Philadelphia police department
as harassing my client with these unfounded, unsubstantiated accusations!"
said the lawyer, threatening legal action. "And don't think I haven't
noticed and taken pictures of the bruise to his lip! Police brutality will
go over very big in court, Captain! Release my client within the hour, or
we will take action!" informed council before leaving briskly.

"What can we do now, sir?" asked Jake, knowing if they had enough evidence
to charge Ellis with a crime, they would have by now.

"Hightower...!" called McConnell, thinking fast. "How are recovery efforts
going on Ellis' computer drives?"

"Nothing as yet, sir! Reports are if Ellis even used either his job or home
computers for illegal transactions, they don't show up on diagnostics! He's
clean as a whistle!" informed Hightower.

"Damn! He MUST've been using a third computer! A laptop maybe?" surmised
McConnell. "Get that inmate from Piedmont Penitentiary that Malik said
would testify against Ellis for a reduced charge..., what's his name...,
Marvin something! If HE knows anything for a fact, we need his testimony
pronto!" ordered McConnell, desperately.

Pt-3

	Raymond Sherman (Amahd) was on cloud-nine, having just found love
again for only the second time in prison in the form of Cameron Winters
(Abdul). He went on about his daily business, making his rounds and
reporting in with his new boss (Genuwine) about the agenda of the day.
	After finishing up his morning rounds, he found himself heading
back to Cameron's cell, wanting to his "boo" again as soon as possible. Ray
walked into the prison block smiling broadly at the idea of having someone
important in his life again after Nakia's disappearance. He strolled with a
bounce in his step as he gingerly walked into Cameron's cell in search for
his baby. When he didn't find Cameron there, his first thoughts were of the
prison's library, knowing Abdul had a history of going there for quick
relief when he was going through something. Ray was just about to go on a
hunt for his missing lover when Cameron suddenly walked into his cell,
reading some papers.

"Hey..., what's up man? I was just about to go looking for you!" smiled
Ray, happy to see Cameron up and about.

"Ray..." said Cameron, absentmindedly. "I was just, uh..." he paused,
flipping through papers. "...I was just..., reading over some of Muhammad's
notes!"

"Muhammad's...?" questioned Ray, not too happy to still hear Muhammad's
name in the equation. "What's up?" he asked curiously, trying to hold back
his disappointment and frustration.

"Nothing..., I'm just finding it very interesting what Muhammad was working
on at the time of his death!" said Cameron, now free of his Muslim name and
back to using his birth right. "Not only was he involved with toppling the
Cult by exposing their leader as a two-bit homosexual criminal..., but he
was also working on notes against the Warden!" informed Cameron.

"What kinda notes?" asked Ray, curiously.

"From what I could decipher..., Ellis has been involved in transporting
inmates to prison camps for profit. In effect, selling slaves! Muhammad was
in the midst of trying to gather information before he died! Do you think
the Warden had something to do with Derek's death?" asked Cameron, finally
looking up at Ray for the first time.

"Ellis...?" asked Ray (the real reason for why Muhammad was murdered
[chap-51, pt-3] ), curiously.

"I wonder if that's what he's being investigated for?" thought Cameron
aloud. "Do you know what illegalities Ellis was into?"
	Ray looked around at all the paper work and memorabilia Cameron had
lying around on Muhammad and began to get jealous that Muhammad was still a
prominent fixture in his life. Even with Muhammad dead, he was still
interfering with Ray's prospects for love.

"uh, no. Naw..., I don't know anything about Ellis and no slave-trade!"
said Raymond.

"Was just curious..." said Cameron, getting his papers in order as he
walked over towards the desk.

"Why don't you forget about this shit..." suggested Ray, pulling Cameron
into is arms and away from Muhammad's influence.

"Ray..., I can't..., not now..." protested Cameron, struggling against
Ray's affections as Ray easily pulled the slightly shorter man closer for a
kiss.

"So what...you got better things to do?" asked Ray, getting pissed
off. "Wasn't it bad enough that I had to sit aside while you wrote out
Muhammad's Cult Story before sending it into the papers as his last Will
and Testament? NOW I gotta sit back and watch you fumble through some more
of is writings, and for what? Ain't none of this shit gonna bring Muhammad
back!! Who cares that the Cult had faggot members sucking off horny
inmates? Who cares if Duke was training punks to be sissy prostitutes for
rent? And who gives a fuck if the Warden's selling off inmates to make a
profit? We're animals to the readers, they don't give a shit about what
happens to YOU or ME in this prison!!!" yelled Raymond.

"Derek was killed for something he was working on, for something he
believed needed to be heard!" defended Cameron. "I can't in good conscious
of his memory, allow his death to be in vain! Derek's done a lot for this
prison and its inmates, for ME, for YOU, for ALL of us!!"

"What's going on here, Cam? I mean, REALLY?" asked Raymond. "We a couple of
what?"

"A couple...?" asked Cameron, looking confused. "...what's one got to do
with the other?"

"If you're supposed to be with me, I want you here for ME! Not Muhammad!
Not his notes, his studies, his work, his memories...! Do you want ME as
your man or what?" asked Raymond flat out and point-blank.
	Cameron found himself at a loss for words.

"I..., I...dunno what to say..." admitted Cameron, feeling cornered.

"After all that I did for you...?!!" yelled Ray, catching himself before
putting his foot in his mouth. "Look Cam..." he continued more
calmly. "...you know I care for you, right? Right?!" asked Ray, making
Cameron nod his head in agreement. "And I know you care for me too! If we
have any chance at all of making this working out between us..., you're
gonna have to put Muhammad behind us!" informed Ray, diligently. "I don't
want you even speaking his name when we're together, understood? If you're
gonna be my baby, I don't want no other men preoccupying your mind when I'm
around!"

"Well..., it's not like Muhammad's a threat to our relationship, Ray...,
he's dead!" reasoned Cameron, failing to see the significance in forgetting
Muhammad cold turkey.

"He's already interfering!" explained Raymond. "Here we are discussing HIM
instead of enjoying us! I don't want a relationship like that! Don't you
get it? I want it to just be me and you! Just us against the world! Can you
handle that?" asked Ray, specifically.

"I, uh..., I guess..." said Cameron, befuddled.

"Good." smiled Ray, nipping Muhammad in the bud. "Oh, and one more
thing..." he added before leaving Cameron to clear up his mess of
notes. "...no more visits to the library, either! I know Gramps' gone, but
his replacement is up and running already (as shown in chap-51, pt-1). I
don't want you back sliding going down there and getting yourself all
worked up when you already have a man waiting for you at home!" insisted
Ray. "Got it?"

"Anything else I should know?" asked Cameron, sarcastically. "Do you have a
favorite color you'd like to see me in? A dress you'd like me to wear
maybe?"

"Dress...?" asked Ray, hesitating. "...would you...?" he wondered aloud.

"Hell no!" answered Cameron. "Let's get something straight, Ray..., I'm not
Nakia!"

"I know that...!" defended Ray.

"I'm ALL man!" continued Cameron. "I may LET you fuck me, but I don't see
myself as less of a man than you are!" he insisted, putting his foot
down. "Muhammad and I had an understanding..., and if you can't live up to
that agreement, then this relationship won't work! I'm nobody's bitch!"

"I never said you were!" defended Ray. "I like you the way you are! I love
your personality, I wouldn't change a thing about you!" said Ray. "But we
have to have an understanding of our own if we're gonna make it!"

"Okay!" said Cameron. "But I also need my space! I can be your lover, your
friend, even your companion and confidant..., but I can't live life as your
woman!"

"Okay." said Raymond, somewhat disappointed. "I understand." he said,
hoping Cameron would come around eventually.

Pt-4

	An emergency meeting of Cartel members were called by Cartel heads
Genuwine and Carlos Rodriguez and their henchmen Marvin Rollins and Pablo
Rivera. In tow are Lucas (Luke) Murphy and Moe (Hammer) Stanley, from the
Aryan block.

"Did you guys hear what happened...?" asked Pablo, upon running up on the
Mandingos as they sat in waiting. "...that crazy ass Axe tried to kill Roc
after we left, and got himself killed in the process!"

"Where'd you hear this?" asked Genuwine, having heard nothing of the
Aryan's heads since leaving them in the kitchen the night before (chap-52,
pt-1).

"My boi Jose works in the kitchen..., they had to clean up all the blood
after the cops pulled his body out this morning! Blood was everywhere!"
explained Pablo.

"Rick McDoogle told us the same thing." volunteered Hammer. "There's no
sign of Roc or the ex-cop Joseph Justine in A-Block anywhere!"

"So you two jokers think you can just slip in where they left off and take
over as new leads?" asked Marvin, sarcastically.

"The Aryans need representation!" said Luke. "Most of the Cartel benefits
are due to Aryan involvement! Why shouldn't we expect to have replacements
sets?"

"No problem..." said Marvin, winking discreetly at Genuwine. "...but you
have to pass the initiation first!"

"What initiation?" asked Luke, skeptically.

"New Cartel members have to suck the current Cartel leaders dicks before
they can pass into leadership roles!" lied Marvin, causing Pablo and Carlos
to snicker.

"Bullshit!!" yelled Hammer. "I don't remember hearing anything about that!"

"That's because you wasn't running for leader, asshole!" countered
Marvin. "It's a Cartel secret!"

"So you're saying Axe and Roc sucked cock?" asked Luke, suspiciously.

"Damn skippy!" lied Marvin.
	Luke and Hammer looked at each other skeptically, neither showing
any interest in sucking minority cock.

"Maybe you should go back to A-Block and get two Aryans who really want
this position!" suggested Genuwine, causing Luke and Hammer to give in.

"Okay, okay...!" said Luke, hesitantly. "...but nobody, and I mean NOBODY
finds out about this shit!"

"What happens in a Cartel meeting, stays at the Cartel meeting!" offered
Carlos, getting in on the lie.

"So what do we do?" asked Hammer, wanting to get the task over with.

"Well..." said Genuwine, stepping up as head. "...whoever's running for
leader has to suck me and Carlos off, and his right hand has to suck off
our boiz Marvin and Pablo!"

	Luke and Hammer turned to one another, each wanting the coveted
title of Cartel Leader of their cell block. Genuwine, Marvin, Carlos, and
Pablo watched with amusement as the two Aryans argued over which dicks they
were going to suck. Neither man wanted to suck cock, but both wanted to
reap the biggest benefit from whichever cock they sucked, --with Cartel
leader and his underling up for grabs, they both wanted to fight for the
same position.

"Listen up fellas...!" said Genuwine, offering a solution. "You both can
suck me and Carlos off for leadership position..." offered Genuwine,
causing the two Aryans to stop arguing. "...first one to get us to cum gets
the job! But then the runner up still has to suck off the other two men,
AND his new boss!"
	Marvin, Carlos, and Pablo laughed at the fake options given to the
Aryans, and nearly keeled over from hysteria when they both agreed to the
offer.

	Carlos and Genuwine stood side by side as both Aryan men got in
front of them then knelt to their knees submissively. "Bon'appetite!"
smiled Genuwine sarcastically as he and Carlos whipped out their soft
dicks.
	Hammer and Luke took a deep breath, then leaned forward and took
the two cocks into their mouths. Marvin and Pablo snickered uncontrollably
somewhere out of sight as the two men started to suck with serious intent,
both wanting the leadership role so badly they could taste it (pun
unintended).

	Luke (whom kneeled before Genuwine) had been intending on giving
such a bad blow job that the leaders wouldn't want him to finish sucking,
but now that he was in a competition for the leader position, he knew he
had to give the best blow job he was capable of giving or else all of his
sucking would be for nothing. Coming in second gave very little dignity to
coming in first in a situation like this. It prompted him to go as deeply
as he possibly could, to get as much of Genuwine's cock into his mouth as
he could manage. Every man wanted his cock deep throated, and Luke didn't
think it looked too difficult in all the times he'd gotten his cock sucked
by Justine, Snake, or (the black Mandingo) T-Bo. But as soon as he jammed
his face down on Genuwine's 7 inch Mandingo dick, he began to choke and gag
in defeat as he quickly retreated to regain his composure before
continuing.
	Hammer on the other hand was making quick work of Carlos' 7 inch
uncut Rootboiz dick. He bobbed his head back and forth at a furious pace,
tightening his lips and taking as much as was absolutely necessary without
killing himself by spearing his inexperienced throat on the puertorican
stake. Carlos leaned back against the wall, watching with amusement as the
future Aryan leads gobbled up their minority dicks like candy, in a race
for head supremacist.

"Switch!" yelled Genuwine, causing Hammer and Luke to pull off their hard
manhoods as they changed positions in front of each head. Both manhoods
stood 7 inches in length, both wet with the competitor's spit. Hammer took
Genuwine's dick in his mouth and began the same frantic back and forth head
bob that had been successful on Carlos' dick. Luke stared down cross-eyed
at the spit dripping hooded puertprican cock, feeling his stomach curl as
he leaned forward and captured it between his lips.

"That's right white boys..., suck those dicks! Eat em up!" laughed Marvin,
taunting Hammer and Luke as they bobbed their heads back and forth. Hammer
had gotten his cock sucked thousands of times by hundreds of women over the
years, though he never thought he'd ever be on the receiving end of a
hardon, he knew the basics of how to get one off as persistence was key.
	While Luke fumbled around with Carlos' uncut cock, treating the
foreskin more like poison than a penis. Hammer got down to business and
soon had Genuwine's dick jumping prematurely in his mouth, he could
actually taste the pre-cum as he bobbed his head faster back and forth like
a maniac. Genuwine usually went for slower, sensuous, more tamed blow jobs,
but knowing the Aryan man's mouth were virgin territory and hungry for
leadership, his dick was primed and ready to flood the virgin mouth its
first full load of black man's cum. Genuwine tossed his head back as he
allowed himself to float on the edge as Hammer sucked harder and bobbed
faster. Without warning his dick started spurting thick loads of hot cream
into Hammer's mouth. Hammer was unaware that the black man had even cum
until Genuwine let out an audible grown of relief afterwards. His mouth
filled to overflow with the abundance of spit and semen as Genuwine's dick
continued to jump and pump in his mouth.

"Got that load?" asked Marvin, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Hell yeah..." moaned Genuwine, feeling powerless after dumping his seed.

"Sallow it!" ordered Marvin as Hammer pulled back and gulped it down
without thought.

"One down, one to go!" said Genuwine.
	Hammer looked over at Luke who was busy suckling Carlos'
meat. Whenever he reached in to switch off, Luke would push him away,
wanting the cock to himself as Hammer was already ahead 1-0.

"How bout you both get 2 minutes apiece sucking Carlos' dick? Whoever makes
him cum takes the load!" suggested Genuwine.

	Luke pulled off Carlos' cock as Hammer quickly swooped in and took
it in his mouth and began feasting. Luke sat aside and watched Carlos'
facial expressions as Hammer worked his rican tool. Luke wanted to make
sure he got to Carlos' dick just before he came, so he'd get the credit for
making him cum (even if it was on the heals of Hammer's better blow job).
	After 2 solid minutes of frantic head bobbing, Hammer pulled off as
Luke took over labor. He tried stuffing as much of the uncut cock into his
mouth and throat as possible before choking and retreating. He stretched
his lips down around the cock shaft as he slithered his tongue along the
underbelly. After 2 minutes of labor he suckled the head before pulling
off, definitely tasting some of Carlos' pre-cum on the tip.

	Hammer took the hard hooded cock back into his mouth and started
bobbing his head nonstop. Carlos groaned softly as his dick started to
throb and pulse, making Luke antsy to get back into the seat. He tried
pulling the cock from Hammer's mouth but was stopped by Marvin who
announced it wasn't 2 minutes yet. Luke was forced to sit by and watch
Carlos' eyes roll up into their sockets as he grabbed Hammer's head and fed
him his ball juice.
	Hammer gagged slightly as the cum shot into the back of his mouth,
nearly cascading down into his throat as he sucked out the rest of the
puertorican load in victory.

"Looks like you got some more sucking to do, hommie!" said Pablo, pulling
out his hardon as he approached Luke still on his knees.
	Luke looked up at the hairy Rican and sighed sadly as he opened his
mouth and allowed him in. Pablo grabbed the back of Luke's head and started
face fucking him, thrusting his 8 inch uncut cock in and out of Luke's worn
mouth.
	Luke was angry with himself, knowing his lack of enthusiasm had
caused him a place as Cartel Head. His disappointment was shown in the
total lackluster blow job he was giving Pablo for the secondary position,
but the puertorican henchmen took full advantage of Luke's vulnerable
position and fucked his face vigorously despite his lack of enthusiasm.

	Pablo Rivera sliced his 8 inch cock through Luke's lips and into
his back of his mouth, making him gag every time his cock head touched into
the start of his throat. Luke wanted nothing more than to push the hairy
Rican off him, and disinfect his mouth of any cooties the Rican wetback
may've given him. But the second position of was still up for grabs,
keeping Luke committed to his humiliation as Pablo Rivera started to fucked
down into the back of his throat.
	Luke felt the slick wet cock forcing its way down into his throat
as more and more of Pablo's meat disappeared in his mouth.

"Ooohh yeh, papi..., suck dat manmeat boyee...git yourself summa dat Rican
gumbo!" encouraged Pablo, making Luke gag on his cock as he shoved his dick
further down into his throat and came. "aaahhhhh yeeehhhh, pappo...!" he
groaned, cumming heavily.
	Luke felt the cum shoot down into his throat before Pablo pulled
back and allowed the rest to spill out on his tongue. Luke's taste-buds
sprung alive to the pungent flavor invading his senses. Once the orgasm was
complete, Pablo pulled out and stepped aside Luke fought to swallow the
last of his cum load. Marvin waited in the wings until Luke's mouth was
clear and ready for more dick.

"Get to sucking, man!" ordered Marvin, waving his thick black 10 inch
billy-club.
	Luke sighed as he looked at the huge black cock staring him in the
face. His jaw was already tired from sucking 3 cocks, and here he had 2
more standing before him (Marvin's & Hammer's). He could feel Pablo's cum
load still slithering down into his belly as Marvin pushed his own hard
pole into his face. Opening wide, Luke stretched his mouth to fit around
the huge girth of Marvin's massive tool as he forced the gigantic head
between his lips.
	Marvin grabbed Luke about the shoulders as he rocked his body back
and forth on his dick, making him suck him as his dick stretched the lips
like the elastic of a rubberband.

	Luke tried his best to accommodate the huge cock boring through his
open face, his teeth accidentally scrapping against the surface as the
black man fucked his mouth like a woman's pussy. Luke could do little more
than sit there and get face fucked as Marvin used his muscles to hold the
smaller white man in place. When Marvin started to push deeper into Luke's
gagging throat, Luke grabbed at Marvin's thick thighs, trying to regulate
how much dick the big guy fed him as he stuffed his face with an abundance
of meat.
	Gagging sounds could be heard throughout the room as Luke fought to
breath and Marvin fought to fuck. His cock took command as it barreled
through Luke mouth, teeth, and throat like a battering ram.

"Fuck that mother fucker's mouth, Marvin!" encouraged Genuwine, enjoying
the pain and discomfort Luke was going through for being a racist pig. He
watched along with his Cartel brethren as Marvin raped the Aryan's mouth,
penetrating just over half his thick 10 inch monster dong into the
resisting mouth and throat.
	Luke tried to wrench himself free from the face fucking, needing to
breath as spit and drool dripped down from his rubbery lips to pool down
his chin and the front of his prison shirt. Marvin loved forcing his thick
fat penis into the Aryan man's mouth, making him taste black cock and eat
his ethnic sperm, knowing it was killing him to know he had the minority's
baby makers swimming around in his belly. The thought of flooding his
racist throat with cum made Marvin re-double his effort, fucking Luke's
reddening face with deeper harder thrusts.

"Awww fuck..." groaned Marvin, tightening his grip. "...I'm bout to
cum...!!" he announced, feeling his balls contract up around his dick
base. Luke felt near faint when the first wave of cum hit the back of his
throat like a tidal wave, burning his contracting esophagus as he quickly
tried to gulp down the thick clot of man-cum before feeling the dick pull
free and coat his face in a baptism of sperm. "Awww fuck yeah!!" excited
Marvin, jacking his load all over Luke's unexpected face.

"Sonofabitch...!!!" yelled Luke, catching cum up his nose, on his face, in
his eyes, and hair before the orgasm was over.

"You sneaky sonovagun..!!" laughed Genuwine, knowing Luke was pissed.

"Hope it tastes like watermelon asshole!" snarled Marvin, tucking his fat
sausage as he rejoined his buddy.
	Luke was clearing his throat, cleaning his eye, and trying to wipe
as much of the warm cum off his face as possible when Hammer walked up
holding his hardon.

"You've got one more according to the rules!" said Hammer, smiling broadly.


Continued...


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