Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2008 18:04:24 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-71

	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/71
FLASHBACK

Pt-1
PRECINCT-23

	51 year old Philadelphia Police Captain David L. McConnell sat
behind his office desk, worrying if he'd ever see Malik Jones or Maleece
Cortez again. As an officer of the law, McConnell was aware that every
precious second that ticked by meant they were one step further from
finding missing persons. Trails run cold, witnesses forget, and cases close
the longer they remain missing. The chances of finding them were always
greater within the first few days of disappearance.
	McConnell thought back over his illustrious 25 year career as a law
officer, with all of his awards and accolades he still couldn't shake the
bad feeling he got when he thought of how he misjudged Dennis Ellis and
Bruce Gardner (his patrol partners back in his uniform days). Both men were
friends of his in their youth, and both turned out to be such bad seeds in
age. McConnell couldn't help but wonder how that made him look as a
detective, not to be able to detect their dark sides. Could he have somehow
prevented them from being who they were today? If anything happened to
Officer's Jones and Cortez, McConnell knew he could never forgive himself
for not spotting the errors long ago.

"Sir...?" called one of McConnell's Officers as he knocked on the Captain's
door. "...we have a break in the case!" said Officer Hightower as he walked
in and handed McConnell a folder. "We ran word through all the local area
hospitals and clinics that we were looking for gunshot victims between the
dates of the airport motel killings, and we lucked up with a few
possibilities!"
	McConnell casually opened the folder, not expecting too much of a
lead. "One of the gunshot victims told an area doctor that he'd been shot
the night of the airport shootings in the crossfire of a gang shootout in
north Philly. But there was no record of any shootings in that area on that
night! Labs confirm that the blood collected at the scene of the crime
matches those of the victim claiming he was shot in north Philly! The blood
samples put him in the room the night the Officers were killed!"

"Good...!" said McConnell, perking up as he read the report. "Do we know
who this lowlife is...?"

"We lucked up again when the idiot used his real name and insurance card!"
said Hightower, pointing at the signature of the I.D. photocopy on the 4th
page. "Reginald Reinhold!" said Hightower. "And it gets better...!" he
said, keeping McConnell in suspense. "Records show he's listed in the
prison system as a Corrections Officer for Piedmont Penitentiary!"

"One of Ellis' men!" said McConnell, elated. "How soon before we can
question him...?"

"We have black and whites picking him up now as we speak, sir!" smiled
Hightower.

"Excellent! Then this whole nightmare's about to be over!" sighed
McConnell. "Let me know the instant this creep is brought in! We need to
get a confession from him immediately! And we've got to get him to roll
over on Ellis at any cost! We have to let the D.A. know we want to work a
deal out with this jerk!

Continued...

Pt-2 PIEDMONT PENITENTIARY

	Construction had started on the new Prison Arena, the brainchild of
28 year old inmate Christopher (Genuwine) Ford and the new prison Warden
Reuben Wallace. Wallace was transforming the former Chapel (infamous for
allowing a band of homosexual Monks in for spiritual guidance [which was
really a front for cock sucking]), turning it into a Boxing Ring, designed
to match opposing inmates for matches for outside profit.
	Wallace was sold on the idea when Ford guaranteed former
middleweight champion Lexington Bowmen would box for the prison. Of course
what the Warden didn't know was that Genuwine had promised Lexington a
steady supply of female pussy in exchange for boxing. Lexington knew
getting woman pussy was next to impossible in prison, so he never truly
expected to do any boxing for Genuwine. But Genuwine was determined to find
someone willing to spread her legs for the former champion. But with
Wallace's strict policy against inmates having sex in prison, getting a
hooker through the gates regularly was out of the question. There were no
female guards to speak of at Piedmont (no feminine ones anyway), and the
Warden's secretary (Sally Mayfield) acted insulted when Genuwine posed the
question to her in her office.  Time was running out as construction was
slated to end sometime soon.

Pt-3 A-BLOCK

	37 year old Oliver (Snake) Ross was on his knees in his prison
cell, sucking the dick of one of his fellow Aryan inmates (Ivan (Cross)
Guthrie (possibly last seen in chap-48, pt-4). The hulking 6'4" 210 lbs Mr
Clean look alike had Snake by his stringy hair, fucking his oversized cock
in and out of the kneeling cock sucker's mouth.
	As one of A-Block's official `prison bitches', Snake had to suck
off or get fucked up the ass by any inmate who wanted him in his cell
Block. He wasn't allowed to refuse, as refusal of duty meant a severe
beating or worse: exile from the master race and sold to the minorities
(which no self respecting Aryan would ever want to happen).

	Cross had been face fucking Snake's mouth and throat for the past
20 minutes, slamming his bald pelvis into the scruffy inmate's nose with
every inward thrust. Snake simply held his mouth open as his face was
pummeled like pussy. After the last dozen or so deep penetrating strokes,
Cross shoved his cock all the way down in Snake's throat and unloaded a
huge gush of mutant seed which poured down Snake's contracting gullet like
an open faucet.
	Cross tightened his huge bear like hands in Snake's hair as he
came, his body jerking violently with every gush of his semen. When he was
done cumming, he slowly loosened his grip and removed what was left of his
rubbery cock.

	Snake breathed easier when the dead serpent fell limp from his
lips, slapping against Cross' pale white thigh. Cross looked down at Snake
as he rubbed his huge hand across his face affectionately, having dumped
his load directly into the inmate's stomach. "Til next time..." he said as
he tucked his cock, turned, and walked away.
	Snake struggled up from his knees as he swallowed hard the clot of
cum and phlegm clogging his throat. It wasn't usually long that Snake had
time to himself, his oral and anal skills were under high demand around the
Block, as many of the Aryans took out long time personal grudges on his
holes. As Snake waited for the next inmate to come in and use him, he heard
Hammer (the Aryan's current leader) talking loudly amongst some of the
other members while sitting around the card table.

	Snake walked out of his cell, watching Hammer gloat about the
`piece of pussy' he get to bang everyday. Everyone around the table groaned
in heated frustration as Hammer described in great detail how `wet and
juicy' his new bitch's female `cunt' was, letting them smell the cunt scent
on his fingers to erase any doubt that the pussy is authentic. "Who is
she?" they asked, "is it a new lady guard?", "is it that dyke in
Processing? She probably goes both ways?" they speculated curiously. But
Hammer wouldn't say, he would only describe her as `the best piece of ass
in the prison!'
	Snake went back into his cell, feeling strangely jealous of the new
cunt getting Hammer's time. Snake had started to develop a thing for his
former buddy, loving the way Hammer took control of his body whenever he
pounded his huge hard white cock in his ass. Snake grew to love Hammer's
cock over the months he'd become A-Block's best pussy substitute. But now
that Hammer was getting his cock wet with REAL cunt, he no longer needed
Snake to get off in. Snake hated this woman (whoever she was). He wanted to
report her to the Warden, getting her ass fired so Hammer would have no
choice but to fuck him again. He wondered how he could get an appointment
with that cunt secretary to tell Wallace what's been going on right under
his nose?

"It's a lie, you know!" said Rick McDoogle, standing in Snake's cell
doorway as he caught the reptile by surprise.

"What is...?" asked Snake curiously as he lubed his ass up with more lotion
for his next anal fucking he knew would come soon.

"The girl Hammer's talking about fucking!" said McDoogle, stepping into the
cell.

"So what...? She's not a guard...? She an administrator or something...?"
asked Snake.

"She's a guy!" informed McDoogle.

"Huh...?" responded Snake.

"While I was in Confinement, I talked to this inmate in the next cell named
Kersey..., he's a hermaphrodite!" explained McDoogle.

"A what...??" responded Snake.

"A man born with woman parts! She's a guy with a cunt!" simplified `Doogle.

"So what'r you saying...?" asked Snake, "...Hammer's not getting any
pussy...?"

"He's getting pussy, alright..." responded McDoogle. "...but it's attached
to a man's body and face! I heard Sgt Slaughter and Deathrow fucking her
before Hammer came into the picture! She told me that she was born
deformed, she looks like a guy, but she has female parts!"

"That's the nastiest thing I ever heard!" said Snake, repulsed.

"Well..., nasty or not, every guy in here would kill their own mother to
get a shot at fucking that on a regular basis! Hell..., I want to see if I
can get my cock wet when my Confinement detail starts back up in the
Kitchen!" smiled McDoogle, devilishly. "Maybe I could get her to put out
for an extra dessert?"

"So Hammer's not fucking a real woman...?" asked Snake, slowly catching on.

"Right! But it's as close to a real cunt any of us will see in here for a
LONG time!" reasoned McDoogle.

"Hey bitches...!" called an inmate, standing in the cell doorway as Snake
and McDoogle turned around to find 40 year old Steve Rupert (probably last
seen in chap-48, pt-5) stroking his 8 inch cock. "...all of Hammer's pussy
talk's got me horny for some ass! Which one of you pansy ass pussies want
to cop a real man's load?" he asked, staring at the two cumdumps...

Pt-4 D-BLOCK (Ricanville)

	21 year old David Rodriguez still lay recuperating from a viscous
beating (he sustained in chap-69, pt-1). He refused medical treatment
because he didn't want to risk having to report the prison guard who beat
him, knowing he could receive much worse if the guard retaliated.
	29 year old blatino inmate Dominic Diaz helped take care of David
in his moment of need, feeding, clothing, and bathing him in his cell while
he rested and regained his strength. David couldn't help but falling for
the man he barely knew, as David's own brothers (Carlos and Raul) acted
coldly towards him and his gay lifestyle.

	Dominic sponged David off gently as he cleansed his naked body in
his bunk. David (feeling better) blushed with embarrassment when Dominic
started to make playful fun of his obvious erection poking up under the
towel covering his mid-section. "I see you're starting to feel better!"
smiled Dominic, ignoring David's woodie.

"You don't know the half of it...!" smiled a frisky David. He was just
about to reach down between Dominic's legs when...

"Hey Dom'...!" called one of Dominic's friends, popping his head in David's
cell. "...we playing ball today or what...?" he asked, spinning a
basketball on his index finger.
	Every instinct in Dominic's body said YES as he fought the urge to
jump up and participate, after all, playing ball was one of the only
enjoyable exercises inmates got in prison.

"Naw man..., I'm busy!" he said, turning his attention back to David. David
blushed as he lowed his head to hide his sensitivity. "What's so funny..?"
asked Dominic, wondering why David was smiling so hard?

"It's nothing..." said David, bashfully.

"What nigga...? Tell me!" insisted Dominic.

"Why didn't you go play ball with your boiz...?" questioned David,
innocently.

"Cuz..." started Dominic. "...I'm spending time with my boi!" he reasoned.
	David's olive colored skin turned deep red as he stared into
Dominic's handsomely rugged face.

"Can I suck your dick for you...?" he asked, seriously.

"What...??" laughed Dominic, unprepared for the request. "Where'd this come
from...??" he asked, befuddled.

"You've been so nice to me..." explained David, "...I just want to make you
feel as good as you're making me feel!"

"I'm good, baby!" said Dominic, declining the offer. David's face saddened
as he began to sulk. "Don't get like that...!" said Dominic, touching
David's chin. "I don't want to take advantage of you while you're sick..."
he explained. "I can hold off until you're ready! I don't just want
head..., I want to be able to be IN you! And when I fuck you..., I want you
to be well enough to TAKE IT!"
	David's face beamed with delight when he heard that.

"I'm feeling better already..., see?" said David, ripping the towel off of
his hardon.

"Put that back...!" laughed Dominic, throwing the towel back over the
erection.
	The two men laughed and giggled amongst themselves for a few
minutes, until Dominic suddenly say all the color flush from David's face
as his eyes grew big as saucers. "What's wrong...?" asked Dominic as he
turned around to see what David was staring so intently at?
	32 year old Corrections Officer Nicolas Duncan stood in the cell
doorway looking in. Dominic didn't like the way the African American prison
guard smirked at them as he peered in on their privacy.

"Can I help you...?" asked Dominic, sitting on the side of David's small
bunk bed.

"I see you're looking better...!" stated Duncan to David, holding his
billy-club in his hands as he grinned in on David with a malicious
smile. David felt a cold chill run up his spine as his body started to
shiver.

"He's in good hands!" said Dominic, still looking back at Duncan.

"Who you..., his boyfriend...?" asked Duncan, finally giving Dominic
notice.

"That's right!"

"NO!!" yelled David, cutting Dominic off.
	Dominic turned back around to give David a puzzled look.

"Well which is it...? Yes, or no?" asked Duncan, sinisterly.

"No...!" said David, avoiding Dominic's eyes.

"No...?" asked Dominic, offended by the rejection as he stood up and
dropped David's sponge. "...then what the fuck am I doing here...?" he
asked as he walked away.
	David said nothing as Dominic headed for the cell door, he and
Duncan giving each other that hard street corner stare as they passed each
other. David's heartbeat quickened when Duncan stepped into his cell with
his club in hand.

"Was THAT the nigga who fucked you...?" he asked, his voice sounding harsh
and accusing.

"No!" answered David.

"I don't believe you!" said Duncan, rising his baton.
	David ducked into the corner of the wall as he covered his head
with his hands. "I ought to beat you brains in!" said Duncan before slowly
lowering the bat. "But I won't..." he said, causing David to look
puzzled. "...I'll beat in your boyfriend's! instead" he countered, causing
David to protest. "You won't know when or where..., but one day soon,
you're gonna find yourself short one latino boyfriend!" said Duncan,
leaving David shaken with fear.

Pt-5 THE YARD

	19 year old Morris Jenkins watched the new prison inmate (18 year
old Wendall White) as he interacted with the Muslim Rashad and his
men. Morris couldn't help but notice how docile and withdrawn Wendall
looked as he was constantly surrounded by the bigger older Muslims. Morris
couldn't help thinking Wendall looked like a lone sheep amongst a den of
hungry wolves.
	Morris could easily tell by the young man's reactions to the other
men that he had been officially broken in by Rashad and his men. It
reminded Morris of a few short months ago when HE was the new `fish' thrown
in the tank with the sharks. Rashad did a good job of befriending him,
making him think they were on his side, only to physically and sexually
abuse him when they had him alone and defenseless. Sometimes Morris could
still feel the pain of penetration when Rashad would fuck him from behind,
telling him how honored he should feel to be servicing him as opposed to a
cell Block full of angry killers. Morris was willing to let the whole thing
go until Rashad decided to try to kill him, adding insult to
injury. Rashad's botched attempt to eradicate him only made Morris
angrier. Not only had Rashad stolen his manhood and innocence, he tried to
take his life as well, as if his life meant absolutely nothing to anyone.

	Morris watched as the Muslims laughed amongst themselves, paying
him no mind as they roughly manhandled poor lost Wendall White. Wendall
said nothing in protest as he stared down at the ground. He spent the whole
morning before morning buzzer getting butt fucked by Rashad in their cell,
then passed around to his religious henchmen (Khalil, Basil, and Bahlil)
before morning breakfast.  The men stood around full of themselves,
laughing the day away while Wendall withdrew into himself. Morris knew the
best way to get to Rashad was to go through Wendall, --his new pussyboi!


Pt-6

	30 year old Jamal Fatah and his own Muslim brethren stood outside
the gated corridor leading towards the infirmary where 39 year old Abdul
Shabott was taken after being attacked by former Muslim Raymond Sherman
(Amahd [chap-66, pt-6]).
	No word had been given on Abdul's progress since the
incident. Jamal and his brethren had been in the complete darkness, leaving
them to speculate and anticipate the worse. Jamal prayed to his God that
Abdul would come through unscaved. He believed his prayers were answered
when he finally received word that Abdul would be returning to his prison
Block today. Since breakfast they stood at the prison gate, waiting to see
him return with their own eyes.

"There he is...!" shouted one brother as they all turned to see Abdul being
escorted to B-Block with a guard chaperone. Jamal (Abdul's cellmate and
secret lover) smiled broadly as Abdul walked towards them on his own two
feet. Jamal noticed that his walk was strong and his appearance masterful,
leaving no doubt in his mind that Abdul had made a full recovery.

	The Block gates opened, allowing Abdul to rejoin his
brotherhood. They welcomed him back with open arms, patting him on the back
and wishing him well. Abdul merely smiled as he received all the love from
his brethren. When he spotted Jamal, the two men paused for a moment to
drink in each other's auras. When they hugged electricity flowed through
them. They locked each other's bodies tightly, wishing they could do more
than just hug as they tried to hide their true affections from the group.

"Damn I missed you so much...!" whispered Jamal, his body aching for
Abdul's touch. "Are you up to make love tonight...?" he whispered in
Abdul's ear, waiting for an answer. When he didn't get one, he pulled back
questionably and stared into Abdul's face. "Well...??"
	Abdul nodded `yes.'

"He can't speak!" said the guard who escorted Abdul home. The Muslims all
stopped celebrating as they quieted down to listen. "His larynx was crushed
during the fight..., he won't ever be able to speak again!"

	Abdul saw the crushed look on Jamal's face when he heard how badly
Abdul had been hurt during the fight. Abdul grabbed Jamal by the shoulders
as he forced him to look into his eyes. `I'm okay...' he mouthed with his
lips, pronouncing each word carefully so the men could read his
lips. `...I'm learning sign language!'
	Jamal pushed past Abdul as he rushed off towards his cell. As
Abdul's boyfriend and protector, he felt he failed him.  Anger quickly
built inside of him as he wanted someone to pay for Abdul's pain. Amahd was
already dead, so someone else would have to suffer. That's when Jamal
remember his conversation in the Yard with Davis Wood (implied in chap-69,
pt-3).

Pt-7 PRECINCT-23

	 The media swarmed around the outside of Police Precinct-23 as
detectives brought their leading suspect in the Airport Motel Shootings in
for questioning. 49 year old Reggie Reinhold sat nervously in the
interrogation room as Captain McConnell and his men drilled him for over 2
hours. Local FBI Agents assisted the police in their investigations, doing
whatever they could to bring this case to an immediate end. But things
didn't really begin to pay off until computer technicians finally broke the
codes on Ellis' computer, granting them complete and total access to the
horrors on former Warden Dennis Ellis' laptop; video of him and his
Officers beating, torturing, and sexually assaulting bound inmates in his
Chamber of Horrors.

	Immediately McConnell and the FBI disbursed officers and agents to
the locations listed on Ellis' laptop. McConnell couldn't resist going to
Police Headquarters (where Ellis was being held without bail until his
court date) to gloat that the end was near.
	McConnell sat at the visitor's booth, waiting for Ellis to be
escorted from his holding cell. Ellis (52) came in, but was noticeably
surprised to see McConnell waiting for him. The two men eyeballed each
other for several minutes before breaking the ice.

"What brings you here...?" asked Ellis curiously, trying hard to be
nonchalant.

"We broke through your little security codes...!" informed McConnell,
triumphantly. "...the Feds are en-route to all of the locations listed in
your files!" he added, looking at his former friends with a disapproving
glare. "How could you have let yourself get so corrupt, Dennis...? Selling
slaves...?? Torture..?! What kind of black man gets involved in such
schemes with our history here in this country?!"

"Please, David..., spare me your holier than thou bullshit!" sighed Ellis,
rearing back in his chair. "I've had to suffer through 10 years of it as
your partner on the Force..., but I don't have to suffer through it now!"
he said, as he got up from his chair.

"You're a pathetic role model for your children!" stated McConnell, causing
Ellis to stop in his tracks. "Selling people you were entrusted to watch
over...? That's a serious abuse of power! You're no better than the white
supremacists that would see us ALL put back in shackles across the
country!"

"Who do you think you are...??!" asked Ellis, rushing up to the protective
glass separating him and the Police Captain. "You're not even fully
black..., you're mulatto! A half breed!! What do you know about being a
nigger in this country?!? Your kind got to stay INSIDE the plantation
houses while niggers like me had to work our asses off outside in the hot
summer sun!!"

"What's that got to do with anything...?" asked McConnell, trying to
decipher Ellis' logic. "You betrayed your authority..., taking inmates you
swore to protect and sold them into the black market because your ancestors
had to work the fields?! What's that got to do with being white or black in
America? You sold your own people to the enemy for profit! How do you
justify that??"

I don't owe YOU any explanations!" said Ellis flatly.

"We found your motel assassin...!" informed McConnell, happily. "Reginald
Reinhold..., ring a bell?" continued McConnell, "He's already named his
accomplice, --Carl Peachtree! It's only a matter of time before they both
plea bargain to roll over on YOU!" said McConnell, standing to face Ellis
face to face. "And I for one can't wait to see the judge pass down your
sentence and see those convicts do to you what you've done to them!"

	Ellis stared at McConnell as the two men competed in a
stare-off. "And how will that help you find your missing spies?" asked
Ellis with a smirk. "By the time your FBI finds them..., they'll already be
long gone and sold to new untraceable owners!" laughed Ellis. "You won't
ever see your sweet cheeks boyfriend Malik again!"

"How did you get like this, Dennis...?" asked McConnell, seeing nothing
good in the man. "...you were a good man once...! Back when we were
partners..."

"You used to suck my dick!" interrupted Ellis. "Ever wonder how the men on
your precious Force would feel if they found out their illustrious Captain
is nothing but a pansy ass dick sucker?" laughed Ellis. "Bet they wouldn't
be putting their lives on the line then! I bet they'd be lining up in your
office for blow jobs!" he chuckled at the thought.

"You're not the man you used to be, Dennis!" said McConnell, as he slowly
turned and walked away.

"Ditto, David!" said Ellis as he returned to his holding cell.

	McConnell left the visitor's booth, his mind reviving images of him
(21) and Ellis as Officers on the Force. McConnell was a rookie back then,
fresh from a 3 year stint in the military and eager to prove his worth to
his superiors. Ellis was McConnell's 23 year old senior partner, already
with 5 years experience on the Force. He and McConnell became friends
instantly.
	During his high school years McConnell experimented sexually with
both males and females. He married his HS sweetheart before joining the
military. He opted out of the service when his wife got pregnant with their
second child. Four years later McConnell still found himself attracted to
men despite efforts to the contrary. It was during a long heart to heart
over drinks one night after work that McConnell told his partner (and
supposed friend) about his confusion. Ellis (a thick muscular build back
then) was supportive at first, helping McConnell realize that his wife and
family came first. But as the months passed he started testing McConnell,
tempting him sexually to measure the level of heterosexuality in his
system. Eventually McConnell failed the test and ended up sucking his
partner's dick one night while on duty in their squad car.

FLASHBACK

"What's wrong...?" asked McConnell, looking over at Ellis as he shifted
uncomfortably behind the wheel.

"Fucking wife's on the rag...!" complained Ellis, massaging the hardon in
his police pants. "...my dick's been hard for 2 days straight!"

"If her period's on, you could always use her mouth!" suggested McConnell
with a smirk.

"Dolores gives lousy head!" explained Ellis. "If her pussy's out of
commission, I have to go without until she feels better!" he said, rubbing
himself harder (to make sure McConnell noticed) as he drove. "How's
Christie in the head department?" he asked curiously.

"Excellent, no complaints!" smiled McConnell, regarding his wife.

"So who gives better head between the two..., you or her?" asked Ellis.
McConnell shifted. "I'm just curious...!" laughed Ellis, reading
McConnell's surprised look.

"I don't know..., you'd have to ask someone who's had us both!" said
McConnell looking away.

"Well whip my dick out and I'll tell you!" joked Ellis,
devilishly. McConnell looked over at him as the senior officer continued to
drive. McConnell noticed Ellis still massaging his crotch, the lump looking
larger and larger as they drove. "I could pull under the Bridge Street
overpass..." suggested Ellis, seeing straight through McConnell. McConnell
(now 25) hadn't been with a man in ages, --his desires were running high as
lust filled his brain with images he saw of Ellis naked in the locker room
showers.  "You know you want this dick, --don't you David?" said Ellis,
grabbing the back of McConnell's head forcibly. McConnell's body stiffened
defensively as Ellis continued to drive with one hand on the steering wheel
and the other locked behind McConnell's head.

"Ellis..." gasped McConnell, trying to refrain, "...I told you my secret in
confidence...!"

"Your secret's safe with me, partner!" said Ellis, keeping one eye on the
road. "I just don't see any sense in me sitting here with blue balls when I
have a gay partner perfectly willing to suck dick sitting beside me, is
all! Seems to me we could both help each other out, you know?"
	McConnell said nothing as he listened. Was Ellis trying to set him
up for the department? Was he wearing a wire? Did he already inform their
superiors that he was gay? Were they trying to trap him?

	Ellis turned the car up a small mostly unused street leading to the
bridge overhang of the I-95 Expressway. McConnell's eyes narrowed as the
cruiser's headlights shinned on vagrants living under the bridge in
cardboard boxes. A small desolate community no one knew existed right there
on the streets of South Philly. "What're we doing here, Dennis...?" asked
McConnell, watching the homeless scurry about like cockroaches in the
light.
	Ellis turned on the police emergency lights overhead, signifying to
all within eyesight to get moving or get in trouble with the law. "These
people aren't bothering anybody..." said McConnell, sympathetically.

"We need our privacy...!" said Ellis, parking the car a safe distance from
the cardboard city. "...unless you want an audience...?"

	McConnell gulped as Ellis reclined his driver's seat, then began
unfastening his uniform pants. McConnell looked around nervously to make
sure there were no other cop cars in the vicinity, --no wayward homeless
men walking curiously too close to the car with cameras and hidden
microphones...!
	Ellis pulled his fat black dark brown hardon from the fly of his
uniform. McConnell's eyes focused on the thick uncut 8 inch monster as it
stood up proudly between Ellis' thighs. Ellis fisted the dick a few times
before releasing it, leaving McConnell to do the rest.

"Come on, partner..., you know you've been hungry for some dick since you
got out of the service...! Now's your chance to cop a cop's!"
	Ellis's strong fingers massaged the back of McConnell's long tanned
neck as he stared at Ellis' dick and hesitated. He fought against his own
will as he backed himself up to the passenger side door, but years of
hunger and desire overwhelmed his sense of decency as he allowed Ellis'
strong arm to guide his head down into his lap. Ellis smiled broadly as
McConnell's head disappeared under the dashboard behind the wheel, his
pinkish mustached lips parting to surround Ellis' dark dick as it slowly
sank and descended down around its girth.

"Yeeeaahhh..." groaned Ellis, finally feeling his partner's mouth on his
dick. He used his hand to help guide McConnell's head up and down, slowly
forcing more and more dick between his lips.

	McConnell said nothing as Ellis' uncut dick filled his mouth. After
years of denial he finally had another man's dick in his mouth (his partner
to boot), and his mind was swirling in a river of lust. He felt Ellis' hand
on the back of his head, forcing his face further down into his lap,
forcing him to swallow more and more dick. Luckily McConnell had experience
pleasing men, or else Ellis' dick would have choked him when it entered his
throat.

	Ellis leaned his head back in ecstasy as he plunged McConnell's
head down onto his upright dick. Loud lewd sucking sounds could be heard
emitting through the cruiser as Ellis used McConnell's throat like a
plunger. McConnell took it all as he relaxed his throat muscles and allowed
Ellis free reign.

"Awww fuck..., this's almost better than pussy...!" moaned Ellis, closing
his eyes in daydream. "My partner has a pussy-throat!" he groaned, loving
the velvety interior wrapping around his sensitive glands.
	He picked up speed as he pushed and pulled McConnell's head
faster. Thick gobs of heavy spit clot into Ellis' fly, soaking his boxers
as he continued to plunger. He didn't care if the bridge exploded and came
crashing down on top of them, he wasn't going to stop fucking his partner's
pussy-throat until he came in it.

	McConnell felt his gun digging painfully into his ribs as he bent
over the car seats. He wanted to stop to adjust and angle himself better,
but didn't want to break the spontaneity of the moment so he endured the
pain. Ellis (unaware or uncaring of McConnell's discomfort) humped up into
his partner's face, effectively fucking his throat. McConnell's lips
stretched around the girth of Ellis' base, ballooning his throat as he
swallowed his partner's dick again and again. Ellis felt his balls starting
to tighten in his nutsack, signifying a roaring climax as he began punching
McConnell's throat with his dick.

"Yeah! That's it! Suck that dick, man! Take it! Yeah! That's one good
pussy-throat, boy! Eat that meat! Swallow it down! Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Eat
it! Eat that meat, man! Suck it! Suck it like you like it! Show me what
you're made of, David! Suck that shit! Eat it up! Yeah mother fucker! Eat
that fucking dick, pussy! Awww fuck...! Yeah, boy! I should've known a
pretty half-breed mother fucker like you would know how to suck a man's
dick proper! You got them white boy genes in you..., that hunger for black
dick that makes your throat juicy like pussy! Makes you a natural for
swallowing the black man's dick!" said Ellis, purposely trying to humiliate
McConnell.
	He hammered and hammered his partner's throat down on his upright
dick until McConnell felt it swell in his mouth. The thick veins pulsed and
throbbed as the dick jerked with life. Ellis shoved his hips upward,
sinking all 8 full inches directly into McConnell's throat and came. Thick
rich gobs of hot scolding policeman cum rocketed down McConnell's throat
like thick molasses. He eagerly drank every ounce, his own hard dick
bending awkwardly in his pants.

"Awww fuck, that was a good nut!!" sighed Ellis, coming down off his high
as he slowly released McConnell's head.
	McConnell finished cleaning up his partner's mess, devouring
everything in sight. When he finally felt the dick shrinking and receding
back into the crotched boxers, he pulled himself up from his partner's lap,
wiping the wet drool from his mouth onto the back of his shirt sleeve.

	The two Officers sat in awkward silence for several moments as
Ellis' breathing came back to normal. "Shit man..., how long've you been
sucking dick? That certainly wasn't your first time!"
	McConnell blushed as he looked out the window. The homeless people
stood a good distance away, wondering why the cops were just sitting there
in their car? "We definitely gonna have to make this a regular thing!" said
Ellis, tucking his dick back in. McConnell looked concerned. He wasn't
expecting to cheat on his marriage. "Relax, man..., it'll be just between
you and me! No one else in the department will know..." said Ellis, making
McConnell feel obligated.

	For months they went on like that, partners in the eyes of everyone
who saw them, --but fuck buddies in their squad-car alone at night. True to
his word Ellis kept their relationship a secret, but as time wore on he
became more and more verbally (and physically) abusive. One late night
while doing park detail, Ellis decided to take their relationship one step
further. While McConnell was leaning over in the passenger's seat sucking
his dick, Ellis reached down and began forcing his hand down the seat of
McConnell's pants. He massaged McConnell's hairy ass cheeks while he
sucked, digging his fingers curiously into the crack to feel for the hole.

"Step out of the car!" ordered Ellis, pulling McConnell off his dick.
	McConnell looked confused as Ellis got out of the squad-car with
his erection still hanging outside his fly.

"Dennis..., what're you doing...??" asked McConnell, looking around as he
got out on his side.
	Ellis popped the trunk.

"Step around here...!" he said, heading towards the back.
	McConnell looked around nervously. He could see the highlights of
passing cars in the near distance as they drove by on the main road,
shrouded by trees and bush. Ellis was in the back of the trunk, spreading a
gray blanket out over the spare tire and emergency supplies.

"What're you doing, Dennis...?" asked McConnell, walking up as he placed
his baton in the sling.

	Ellis grabbed him, gripping him tightly by the collar as he
wrestled McConnell and forced him to bend forward into the trunk. "What the
fuck're you doing...?!?" yelled McConnell, struggling to get free as Ellis
quickly fitted him with handcuffs behind his back.

"Now that I've experienced that pussy-throat of yours, I want to see what's
behind door number two!" said Ellis, un-strapping McConnell's utility belt
and lowering his uniform pants.

"I told you, Dennis..., I don't do that shit!" yelled McConnell, his head
still shoved in the trunk.

"Bullshit! You're GAY, David..., what faggot don't like getting dick up the
ass? Ain't that what you gay guy'r put on this Earth for?!" asked Ellis,
yanking down McConnell's silk boxers.

"Fuck you, Dennis! I don't go that way!" insisted McConnell, still
struggling.

"You don't go that way because you don't know any better!" explained
Ellis. "No one's ever took the time to train your ass like they did your
mouth! You THINK you're just a throat-pussy, but in fact I'm here to let
you know that you have more working holes than just that one!"

"Fuck you!!" screamed McConnell, trying to push himself up. Ellis kicked
his legs apart, closing the trunk lid down on McConnell's back (exposing
his bare ass and thighs).

"We'll see about that!" said Ellis, pulling a small clear plastic tube from
his pocket. He used his teeth to rip the packet open, then squirt a jelly
like liquid down the hairy crack of his partner's ass.

	McConnell struggled as Ellis shoved (first one, then two) fingers
into his ass, stretching the untouched anus as he pushed his double digits
all the way up in to the third knuckle.
	Feeling that his captive was primed, Ellis massaged the same liquid
onto his dick, pushing the head of his penis between his partner's cheeks.

"Dennis don't do this! Dennis, please...!!" begged McConnell, his cries
muffled under the hood of the trunk.
	Ellis ignored him as he pressed forward, wedging the head of his
fat dick into the tightly sealed asshole.

"AAAAARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHGGG...!!!!" screamed McConnell at the top of his
lungs.
	He felt the dick head prying open his anus, his squeezing sphincter
muscles fighting to keep the intruder out.

"Damn that's one tight pussy!" gasped Ellis, forcing more dick inside.
	He pulled back and shoved forth, burying inch after wide fat inch
as his balls got closer and closer to their goal.
	McConnell cursed, screamed, and threatened to kick Ellis' ass if he
didn't release him, --but Ellis continued to charge on, knowing that `talk
was cheap and bullshit walks deep.'

	He pressed and pressed until finally he had all 8 uncut inches of
his thick black dick buried deep in McConnell's lite bright mulatto ass. He
stood there for several minutes, enjoying the spasm convulsions happening
around his embedded dick. The cool autumn air breeze off the park's lake,
whisking by their bodies as the headlights danced off the trees like search
lights. He could feel his partner fighting for release, his asshole trying
desperately to spit him out of his body.
	Ellis grabbed hold of McConnell's waist and started to fuck. In and
out he buried his dick, feeling the hot tight sheath squeeze and spasm
wildly around him. Ellis had long ago heard about anal fucking, but his
strict straight laced old fashion wife would have nothing to do with
it. She purposely gave Ellis bad blowjobs so he wouldn't ask for them. She
barely liked using her vagina, claiming over half the time that it was out
of commission for one reason or another. Ellis knew he struck gold the
night his partner confided in him that he had gay fantasies. Ellis' dick
jumped with life that night at the bar, but he didn't want McConnell
thinking he was too eager to get it on.

	McConnell lay in the trunk as his ass was being fucked from
behind. His hands were cuffed behind his back, making fighting
useless. Every time he tried to gain some leverage, Ellis would simply kick
his legs further apart, keeping his weight on his stomach which was wedged
between the brim of the trunk. He was forced to endure the fucking as Ellis
took sweet advantage of the situation.

	Ellis fucked and fucked at the tight hole, slamming his powerful
hips into the backs of McConnell's hairy thighs. His balls slapped
repeatedly into McConnell's signifying the ringing of the bell every time
his dick speared 8 inches deep. The fucking only lasted all of 10 rock
solid minutes, but for McConnell it felt like hours as his asshole throbbed
in pain.
	Ellis humped harder as he got closer to cumming. His dick swelled
in McConnell's sheath as it suddenly pulsed and erupted load after load of
molten lava like cum right into McConnell's bowels.

	McConnell could feel the dick throbbing inside of him, loading him
up with his first every anal sludge. He felt Ellis' dick shrink in size,
plopping out of his ease much easier than it went in. Ellis lifted the
trunk's hood, helping McConnell to stand upright as he fished his own
pockets for the keys to the cuffs.

"See..., now that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked as he uncuffed his
partner.
	McConnell swung around and landed a right cross directly across
Ellis' jaw, knocking the slightly older man backwards on his ass. Ellis
fell to the ground with a thump. "Feel better, now...?" he asked, looking
up at McConnell as he bent forward to retrieve his pants and underwear.

"You're an asshole, Ellis!" said McConnell, limping noticeably back to the
car.

"Say what you will..., but you'll never be able to deny that I was the one
to first break that pussy open!" gloated Ellis, slamming the trunk. He
returned to the driver's seat, only to get another punch by McConnell (this
time a left cross). "Bitch, piss, and moan all you want..., but from now on
that ass is mine!"

"Fuck you it is!" swore McConnell, ready to fight some more. "I'm nobody's
bitch, Ellis! Besides my dick's bigger than yours...!"

"Size means nothing if you ain't got the balls to use it correctly!"
countered Ellis. "A white man could have a big dick, but without the black
man's swagger to back it up, it don't mean shit!" McConnell's eyes
narrowed. "I suggest you think quick and get with the program..." continued
the man in charge, "...least the Captain and the whole Department find out
about your sexual confusion!"

"And what do you think they'd say about you raping me...??!" asked
McConnell.

"Your word against mine, babyboy. Who you think they gonna believe..., the
straight cop with 5 years on the Force, orr the queer Rookie?" asked
Ellis. "Besides..., even if the department was to be sympathetic and
miraculously keep you around..., what do you think your wife would do when
she found out you've been sucking as much dick as you've been eating her
pussy? Think she'll be as forgiving as the Department heads? Or do you
think she's divorce your faggot ass, taking the boys along with her?!"
	McConnell's face sunk as he thought about his wife's reaction to
such news. Surely she wouldn't be as understanding as the Department is
taught to be. Despite McConnell's lust for men, he still considered himself
a doting father. He knew it would kill him to have his children taken away,
and he was quite sure Christina would be just the type of jilted wife to do
it. "So partner..., that way I see it, we have two ways of handling this!
One is for you to go to the Captain and explain how you've been lying and
deceiving them for the past 4 years claiming to be straight, or we can
continue on like we are...!"

"Like we are...?" questioned McConnell, unsure of what he meant.

"Sure..., you continue sucking my dick whenever I want..., and giving up
the ass!" explained Ellis. "Or else we can go have a nice long talk with
your wife and kids...!" McConnell hung his head in shame at the thought of
his boys finding out that their dad was gay. "So we have a deal...?" asked
Ellis, starting the engine.
	McConnell shook his head silently, unable to verbally speak as his
manhood and self esteem went out the window. From that moment on McConnell
sucked Ellis' dick whenever the senior partner demanded it, effectively
becoming Ellis' bitch. It was a secret the two men shared for many years. A
secret McConnell always worried would someday come back to bite him in the
ass!

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