Date: Sun, 4 May 2008 17:55:21 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-58

	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/58
NEW PILOT AT THE HELM

Pt-1

	The new (acting) Warden has set up shop in Warden Ellis'
office. His name is Reuben Wallace, a slim 54 year old Caucasian man the
inmates had secretly taken to calling The Nazi behind his back. Wallace is
5-10, 150 lbs with black hair and gray temples, a small mustache (hence the
name), and a cold uncaring demeanor. The Nazi was a former career service
worker in the military, with 10 years in the political circuit. Married
(twice) with one daughter from his first wife and zero children from the
second. Reuben is a no nonsense kind of guy who believes in capital
punishment.

	The Secretary (Sally) showed him around the offices as well as the
way from the executive wing to the prison compound. Wallace spent the first
day taking pictures for the press, doing interviews, discussing plans and
ideas for the prison's new future, and meeting his staff. During a moment
when he was in his office alone he got a visit from the former Warden's
inmate assistant --Rick McDoogle.

"Sir..." called the secretary from the waiting room. "...mr McDoogle is
here for your assistance."

"Who...?" asked Wallace, taking a breather from his paperwork.

"Mr McDoogle..., Warden Ellis assigned himself a prison inmate to do...,
odd things for him around the prison when needed." explained Sally.

"Oh, okay.., send him in!" said Wallace.
	McDoogle walked into the Warden's office with a huge grin.

"Hello sir! I'm Rick McDoogle! I was Warden Ellis' last personal
assistant!" he said, walking over to the desk with his hand
extended. Wallace merely looked at it until McDoogle awkwardly put it away
in his pocket.

"Yes, well..., what kind of `odd things' did Ellis have you do around
here?" asked Wallace curiously, trying to get an understanding. "Did you do
filing?"

"uh.., no." answered Rick.

"Did you run errands throughout the prison network? Did you have security
clearance?" asked Wallace.

"No sir." answered Rick.

"Did you answer phones while the secretary was away? Did you type? Make
coffee? Shine shoes?" asked Wallace.

"Well..., I did a bit of shinning I suppose..." smiled Rick, nervously.

"You suppose...?" asked Wallace sitting back in Ellis' chair. "You mean you
don't know?"

"Well..., its all in how you interpret it!" said Rick, slyly.

"Why don't you just tell me exactly what you did for Ellis while he was
here, and maye we can work out a similar agreement?" asked Wallace, now
very interested.

"I uh..." said Rick, feeling funny to have to admit it aloud. "...well when
Ellis needed some, uh..., I would, umm..."

"Spit it out man, I don't have all day!" ordered Wallace, impatiently.

"Ellis..., liked to get head...!" blurted Rick, swallowing hard.

"He liked what...?" asked Wallace, hearing things.

"Ellis..., liked to have his penis sucked at work...!" repeated Rick,
clearly. "I would, uh..., blow him whenever he wanted it!" clarified Rick.

"Oh...!" said Wallace, putting his pen up to his bottom lip in
thought. "And as a male..., you had no problem with demeaning yourself and
allowing another man to use your mouth for such a service?" he inquired.

"uh..." stumbled Rick, sensing a trap.

"And I take it by your willingness to let ME use your services..., that you
are probably allowing other inmates you know use you as well?" asked
Wallace, making Rick feel like a cheap whore. "I think sex has gone far too
overboard here with Ellis in charge! From now on, I'm banning ANY sex of
ANY kind at Piedmont! If I find any inmates sexually engaged, they well
spend one whole week in the Hole, starting with YOU mister McDoogle!"

"Me..??!" said Rick, just as Wallace pressed an emergency alarm button
under the desk. Two prison guards quickly ran in, subduing McDoogle as they
dragged him kicking and screaming down to Solitary Confinement.

"And let this be a lesson to ANY inmate who wishes to practice
homosexuality in MY prison...!" added Wallace, following Rick to the
door. "I will not tolerate inmates engaging in sexual activity! They're
here as punishment for the crimes they made, not at a camp for horny
teenagers!"

	Word quickly spread around the prison that the new Warden was
strictly against same sex practices, and that any inmates caught violating
the rules would be dealt with strictly and accordingly by being sentenced
to the HOLE, leaving many of the inmates to wonder how they would spend the
rest of their days?

Pt-2

	39 year old inmates Cameron Winter (formally Abdul) found himself
in a bad situation with his new cellmate Raymond Sherman (formally
Amahd). Raymond had become very physical with Cameron in the last few days,
treating him more like property than a human being as he took Cameron
anally whenever he wanted. Cam never knew Raymond to be so violently
confrontational in all the years he'd known him as a fellow Muslim in the
same religion. Raymond had done well to mask his aggressions and keep them
under control with constant prayer and meditation, but since leaving the
Muslim faith and becoming a Mandingo, his violent streaks have been coming
more and more frequently.

	Cameron was used to having an equal partnership in his
relationships. For years he'd shared a prison cell with his mentor
(Muhammad Shaeed [now deceased]) as his right hand man and
apprentice. Somewhere along the lines their brotherly love for one another
turned physical, forcing them to become lovers despite their faith's
warnings to the contrary.
	But even then Muhammad never treated Cameron like property, they
were always spiritual brothers through and through. Cameron found himself
missing Muhammad's presence terribly. Not just his sexual presence, but his
emotional and spiritual presence as well. Cameron hadn't realized how
totally dependant he'd become on Muhammad for his sanity and survival until
he was gone. He LOVED Muhammad in every sense of the word, having just as
strong feelings for him as he'd ever had for any female in the real
world. Cameron often wondered what would have happened to their
friendship/relationship once they were released from prison. Cameron liked
to believe that Muhammad would have eventually come to terms with his
feelings for him, and would have committed to having a relationship long
after they left the prison system as free men. But it was more likely that
they would have gone their separate ways.

	Cameron knew Muhammad would be turning in his grave if he knew the
situation he was living now, being the bitch to Amahd's
masculinity. Cameron tired fighting the former Muslim on more than one
occasion, trying to save his dignity, but Raymond was just too big and too
strong for him to defend against alone. Cameron thought back over his
friendship with Amahd over the years, wondering where he misjudged him? Ray
had always come across as a gentle giant, the quiet type who spoke softly
but carried a big stick. Cameron thought Ray was just being nice to him
during the long talks they had about his and Muhammad's struggles (chap-49,
pt-3). Cam confided a lot of private and personal information to his former
friend, thinking he would understand due to his sensitive nature. But now
Cameron wondered if Ray hadn't been playing him all along, stringing him
along mentally until the moment he had him alone to spring the REAL Amahd
on him, --the physically abusive one.

	Cameron lay on top the bed pretending to watch TV as he watched Ray
enter into the cell. He always kept a weary eye on his cellmate (for all
the good it did), not trusting him nor his mood swings. Ray had a bag in
his hand, Cameron couldn't tell what was inside. He prepared himself for
another fight, just incase Ray decided he wanted some ass while Cameron
wasn't in the mood. Cameron knew there was little he could do to keep Ray
from achieving his goal if he wanted it, but Cameron would battle him every
step of the way so long as they clashed on so many levels.

"I have a present for you!" said Ray, turning to face Cameron as he
continued to lie on the bed. Cam said nothing as he merely looked at
Raymond, mistrusting him and his intentions. "Don't you wanna see what it
is?" asked Ray, sounding disappointed that Cameron wasn't more excited
about the gift.

"What is it?" asked Cam curiously, suspicion dripping from his tone like
thick molasses off a tree.
	Raymond reached into the bag and pulled out a garment. Cameron's
eyes narrowed when he realized what the `present' was. "Do you like it?"
asked Raymond, grinning widely as he held it up.

"I TOLD you..., I ain't wearing no dress!" declared Cameron, firmly.

"C'mon babee..., you ain't even tried it on! How do you know you won't like
it unless you try it?" asked Ray, practically pleading.

"Because I ain't no fucking chick!" scolded Cameron, getting up from his
bunk. "If you looking for someone to play your girlfriend..., I suggest you
find some gay boy willing to be your fantasy!"

"YOU'RE supposed to be my boi...!" said Ray, grabbing Cameron by the arm
forcibly.

"Emphases on BOI!" said Cameron, "I'm not interested in being your girl!"

"You get fucked like a girl!" stated Raymond, not seeing the difference.

"I also have a DICK!" reminded Cameron.

"I don't use your dick!" countered Raymond.

"That's another problem I have...!" said Cameron, as a matter of
fact. "When I was with Muhammad we used to satisfy each other's needs!
Here, you expect ME to do all the work!"

"If you haven't checked, I'm NOT Muhammad!" said Raymond, squeezing
Cameron's arm tighter.

"Believe me..., I'd never mistake you for Muhammad!" said Cameron,
sternly. It took a few seconds for the statement to sink though Ray's
brain, then register it as an insult. But once he realized what his lover
meant by that simple sentence, he reached back and slapped Cameron directly
across the face.
	Cameron was shocked as his face spun around from impact. His first
instinct was to fight back, but Ray gripped him tightly about both arms and
began shaking him like crazy.

"I'm TIRED of you throwing how great Muhammad was up in my face! I TOLD you
I didn't want to hear you make mention of him again!" he yelled, throwing
Cameron back against a wall. Cameron was literally stunned by the attack as
Ray came at him. "You wanna act like a bitch, then I'll treat you like a
bitch..!" he said, grabbing Cameron by the back of his neck. "Put that
fucking dress on...!" he ordered, shoving Cameron towards the floor where
the dress lay in a heap. "When I get back, you'd BETTER be in that dress of
else..!!"
	Ray walked out of the cell without finishing his sentence, not
really knowing what he would do with Cameron. Ray really liked his
cellmate, he may even have loved him, but every time he and Cameron
clashed, his street fury took over making it impossible for him to
communicate without violence.

	Cameron lay on the floor, his mind racing with thought. He looked
at the dress Ray wanted him to wear, a symbol of his submission and
dissention into an abusive relationship. Cameron rose to his feet, holding
the red dress in his hands. His manhood and pride made wearing the dress
impossible. He wouldn't be caught dead in woman's garments, no matter how
many ass whippings he took.
	Ray crumpled the dress up into a ball, then stuffed it into the
toilet before leaving the cell himself.

Pt-3

	As a courtesy to some of the inmate's religious beliefs, the prison
has made previsions for some of the inmates to gather in and pray. The
Muslims pray up to 5 times daily, with the option of group sessions. At any
given time there could be up to 40 Muslims gathered for prayer as they
kneel on their prayer rugs and bow to the power and wisdom of Ali.
	It was at the end of one of those sessions that Cameron caught the
group coming out of prayer. Cameron took a deep breath before walking
through the crowd of dispersing black men to approach the leader along with
a handful of his brethren. Cameron felt strange coming into their ranks so
soon after denouncing his religion. But so much had happened to him since
his decision to leave Islam.
	His eyes met Rashad's as the two men noticed each other in the
corridor. Rashad's eyes looked over Cameron with the same smoldering glare
he used to give when he was a Muslim, Cameron felt uneasy as he approached
the leader of the group.

"Excuse me..." he said, breaking into the conversation as all eyes fell on
him. "...I just wanted to know if I could speak to you for a minute...?" he
asked respectably. "...about rejoining the Nation of Islam?"
	All the men in the group turned to look at each other in silent
gesture as eyebrows raised and ears perked for the leader's answer...

"Why don't we step into my cell and discuss this in private, my brutha?"
said Jamal, taking Cameron aside for a private conversation.

Pt-4

	The new Warden ventured down into Solitary Confinement to visit
with one of his inmates. A man prison guards insisted needed to be
separated from the rest of population for his own safety. Warden Wallace
(the Nazi) heard the claims the guards swore were true, but such
abominations sometimes needed to be witnessed by ones own eyes.
	Wallace walked down the basement halls of Confinement with his
personal guardsmen, the prisoners peering through the small glass windows
to see what all the commotion was about as he stood in front of the new
prisoner's cell. "Open it!" he ordered, as the guards unlocked the steel
door holding the man prisoner.

"Kersey Gordon...?" asked Warden Wallace, staring into the cell as Kersey
got up from his bunk and stood by the back wall. "I'm Warden Wallace...,
I'm told you requested to see me?"

"Oh yes! Yes Warden!!" glee Kersey, looking at Wallace as his angel. "My
medical records got lost in the transfer..., but I have a medical condition
that makes me a target to other inmates! I NEED to be kept away from the
other inmates..., as FAR away as possible!"

"I heard about your..., condition mr Gordon..., but I couldn't phantom it
in my mind, so I thought I'd come down and see for myself!" said Wallace,
causing Kersey to become uncomfortable. "Why don't you drop your pants and
show me the problem?"

"I uh..." stammered Kersey, fumbling with his fasten. "...the prison
doctor..."

"I read his report, but I would like to see the problem first hand if you
will...?" stated Wallace.
	Kersey looked at Wallace, then at the guards he had with him. He
could tell by some of their smirks that they had heard of his condition as
well. Knowing it would embarrass him, Kersey unbuttoned his pants and
allowed them to fall to his knees, exposing his private parts.

	Wallace looked, then reached into the inside pocket of his blazer
to don his glasses. He inched forward as he turned his head sideways to see
a big bushel of curly sandy blonde hair covering his public area, but no
male phallus or testicles hanging where they should be.
	Wallace motioned for Kersey to take a seat on the edge of his bed
and spread his legs (further humiliation). Kersey felt the eyes of every
man in the room looking down between his legs, staring at his lack of
manhood. Wallace leaned in closer for a better look, then stood up as he
made his way to the exit. The guards followed Wallace's leave, but not
before Kersey swore he saw a few large lumps swelling in their crotches.

"That man is an abomination, and would ruin everything I want this prison
to stand for!" said Wallace, as the guards closed and locked the metal door
behind them. "I want him separated from the inmates every moment of the
day! No one is to know he's even here! If word ever got out that we have a
man here with a woman's private parts..., anarchy would break loose as sure
as the nose on my face!"

Pt-5

	Raymond Sherman came back to his cell, fully expecting to see his
cellmate Cameron Winters dressed in the pretty garments he had Swallow (the
prison's house mother [first seen back in chap-13, pt-3 & chap-30, pt-2])
make in special order. But when he entered his cell, instead of Cameron, he
was greeted by the Muslim leader Jamal Fatah, and his brethren.

"Amahd...!" called Jamal, stunning Raymond as he stood paralyzed in his
tracks. "...we were asked to meet with you by an old friend."

"Who might that be?" asked Ray, having an idea.

"Seems you've fallen far from your teachings of the Qaran..." said Jamal,
looking around Ray's fully furnished cell. "Color TV's, dvd players, IPODS,
movies, cd's, fully stocked fridge..., you seem to have sold your soul to
the devil himself!"

"I left the Nation Of Islam some time ago so I wouldn't have to look at
your disappointing stares or listen to your chronic complaints about how I
live my life!" stated Ray, directly (Jamal and Ray used to be cellmates
[chap20, pt4]). "So if you have a point for being here, I suggest you get
to it! Or else get to stepping outta my cell!"

"You want direct, my brutha..., we'll give you direct!" said Jamal, getting
up from seated position, followed by his brethren (Shaheim, Omar, and
Khaliq). "Brutha Abdul..."

"You mean Cameron!" interrupted Ray, calling Cam by his birth name.

"Brutha ABDUL came to us about his situation..." continued Jamal. "...he
felt he made a big mistake leaving the Muslims, and wanted to get back in
our ranks as soon as possible!"
	Ray said nothing as he looked each Muslim over, trying to
intimidate them with his most hateful glare. "So as of THIS moment, brutha
Abdul is once again Muslim, and under OUR collective protection!" Jamal
walked up to Ray face to face. "So any more contact with him, with be
immediately intervened by us! Is that direct enough for you?"

	With that the Muslims all filed out of Ray's cell one by one. Ray
looked into the toilet to find the beautiful red dress he had especially
made for Cameron. He fished it out of the bowl as anger filled his gut. Ray
rung the dress out, twisting the fabric until all the water poured out onto
the floor, pretending it was Cameron's neck instead.

Pt-6

	Life for 34 year old Davis Wood has gotten progressively worse
since being sentenced to Piedmont Penitentiary. Married with 4 kids, Davis
is now the personal property of his current cellmate Mason Miller.
	Mason is a 2 time loser with nothing to lose in prison. As Wood's
new owner, he sells Davis to other inmates for profit while keeping him
medicated and numb on illegal drugs. Part of Davis' job to earn money is to
sell his mouth in the prison library, Mason collects profits in the form of
cigarettes, favors, and promises as Davis suck dick after prison dick. Many
of the guards know of Davis' ordeal, but none come to his aid as there are
too many inmates to care for.

	Davis finished up his last blow job just before lock down. Mason is
there to drag him (staggering) back to their cell just before lights
out. As they enter their cell, Mason shoved Davis forward as he stumbled
into the bunks. "Get outta those funky ass clothes!" ordered Mason,
disgusted by the amount of slime covering Davis' shirt. Davis fumbled
loosely at the buttons, unsure how to work his blurry fingers. Mason got
angry at the man's laziness and slapped him viscously across the face. When
Davis fell over on his side, Mason started pulling at the waist of his
pants, exposing his ass.
	Davis lay on his stomach as Mason stood up and unfastened his
prison pants, staring down lustfully at the ass he was about to fuck. Once
his hard dick popped into view (all 9 inches of it), he spit into his palm
to moisten the head before leaning over Davis' back and forcing his way in
through the tight moist anal opening. Davis merely grunted (deliriously
stoned) as Mason's dick pierced through his anal lips, ramming deep and
directly into his packed innards. "Fuckin' faggot ass muthafucka...!"
snarled Mason fucking hard into Davis' ass purposely hard, --reducing him
to nothing but a mere hole for the fucking. Davis lay groaning softly as
his ass was fucked again against his will. Since meeting Mason and becoming
the younger man's bitch, Davis (a straight man) had been getting his ass
hammered by the hardnosed drug dealer daily.

	Mason was a man with little regard for human life or regard. His
childhood was riddled with drive-by shootings, drug dealings, murderers,
gang fights, rapes, racial divide, and domestic violence. He grew up
quickly in the streets of west Philly, his childhood impacted by the bad
influences of the men that surrounded him. From the very beginning he was
subjected to watching his mother get beaten by her many boyfriends, her
naked battered and bloody body lying on the floor after they finished
fucking and abusing her. On the streets Mason saw woman being sold in
prostitution, or selling their bodies to the highest bidder just to get out
of the hood. Drug dealers treated girls like property or pets, getting as
many of them under their belts as they could handle. As Mason got older he
mimicked those influences, becoming one of west Philly's most ruthless
criminals. He treated everyone like potential customers, hard working
people with loving families were only one crack pipe away from becoming his
street trash statistics. Mason got through life violently, stomping on the
weak and crushing his opponents under his boots. He treated Davis Wood no
different than any girl he ever dated, beating him into submission, fucking
him whenever he felt like it, and selling his mouth for profit.
	Davis Wood was vaguely aware of his past and background, Mason did
well keeping his mind clouded in fog by constantly injecting him with
drugs. Davis was usually spaced out when Mason sent him to work, leaving
him unable to fight back or defend himself.

	Mason's pelvis slapped repeatedly into Davis' ass cheeks, his
entire 9 inch dick ramming deep into Davis' bowels. Mason always saved his
cellmate's ass strictly for HIS pleasure only, he didn't mind sacrificing
Davis' mouth to other inmates, but he didn't want to chance Davis catching
anything contagious anally and passing it onto him.
	Mason loved how Davis' ass snapped snugly around his manhood with
every plunge. He liked looking down and seeing his big dick disappear up
the older man's straight ass, knowing he had no choice but to take his fuck
or risk getting another serious beat down for refusing. Davis' ass
swallowed up Mason's dick over and over, the thick base slamming harder and
harder into his ass cheeks as the bulbous head pierced deeply into his
shocked innards again and again.
	Mason grew drunk with power as he fucked the weaker man. After
bashing his manhood into his body for 15 solid minutes, he grabbed Davis'
by the legs and flipped him roughly over onto his back. Davis' mind swirled
dizzily as his knees were pressed up against his chest and his asshole
stuffed full of hard dick again.

"Head count!!" yelled one of the prison guards, walking the ground floor as
all the inmates started to exit their cells.
	Mason knew he was out of time, but wanted to bust his nut before
pulling his dick free. He hammered at his cellmate's ass with vigilance,
pounding Davis into the hard mattress with increasing thrusts. Inmates
nearby started to peer in, getting a free show as Mason went wild on top of
his slave. The guard noticed several of the convicts looking into the cell,
and ordered them to get back in line. When the inmates dispersed, he called
to the two inmates still inside the cell to come out. Mason ignored him and
continued to fuck the weaker man, using his dick as a weapon as he pounded
and pounded Davis' bare hole mercilessly.

"Hey..., did you hear me..? Come out of the cell NOW!!" yelled the guard,
getting agitated. After waiting a few seconds, he headed for the stairwell,
mumbling angrily as he ascended the cell steps.
	The inmates looked on curiously as the guard made his way to the
second landing, then headed down to the cell in question. But just before
he reached the cell, Mason came out carrying Davis around the waist. "What
the fuck's going on here...??" asked the guard, seeing Mason holding his
cellmate up on his feet. "Didn't you guys hear me call the head count?"

"My cellmate's feeling a lil' sick..." lied Mason, holding Davis' trousers
up by the seat of his pants. "...he was throwing up in the toilet!"

	The guard looked Davis up and down questionably, taking in his sour
look and drowsy demeanor. "uh...okay..." he said, thinking Davis certainly
looked sick. "...put him back in bed and get in line!" ordered the guard
before heading back to the stairwell.
	Mason smiled to himself as he dragged Davis back into the
cell. Davis' pants slipped just as Mason shoved him onto his bunk, falling
down around his ankles as he fell face forward onto the bed. Mason smiled
devilishly as he noticed a large trickle of his own semen starting to
dribble from Davis' anus, signifying that he had indeed cum a giant load
inside his cellmate before being rudely interrupted by the prison guard.

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