The Hole

By NPhillyDogg/Scedmark

Published on Sep 8, 2007

Gay

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!


The HOLE/39 NEW FISH

Pt-1

"Nicca, you're crazy!!" said Marvin, dismissing Genuwine's observations.

"Naw man, I'm serious...HE was checking you out! You should've seen the way he was staring at YOU while he was stroking his meat! I think he's gay!"

"Like I said..., nicca, YOU crazy!!!" repeated Marvin, setting down his weights as he walked over to another set.

"I'm telling you, Marv..., Duke was into you, man! He wanted what he saw!" believed Genuwine.

"How you know all that?" asked Marvin, picking up a pair of single weights to do one arm at a time. Genuwine couldn't help but notice the huge muscle bulge in his bicep.

"Cuz Duke's a muscle fanatic..., and you got one of the biggest bodies in this prison, man..., not to mention that big ass muscle between your legs, Yo! I'm telling you, Duke's interested!" whispered Genuwine, low enough so no one working out around them could hear.

"Even IF so, --which I doubt! What am I supposed to do about it? Duke ain't the kinda nicca you just walk up to and stick your dick in without asking!" reasoned Marvin.

"No..., but I'm sure we can USE this to our advantage!" thought Genuwine, aloud. "Duke keeps a strong arm over everything that happens in this prison..., he's the one inmate who's name's into every bad organized crime game in this system! If the inmates found out he was gay, that could ruin his credibility..., making him fair game in population..!!" smiled Genuwine, brilliantly.

"So you want to turn Duke into a pussyboi?" laughed Marvin, not seeing it happen.

"Yeah..., why not?" asked Genuwine, following Marvin as he set down the weight and exited the weights room.

"Cuz Duke ain't no push over!" informed Marvin. "He's a ruthless ass sonovabitch, on the same level as Tempest Williams!"

"Yeah? And didn't Tempest Williams get raped in the prison's basement before he escaped?" asked Genuwine, causing Marvin to wonder..., -hmmm? "All I'm saying is we have a way to get back at him now..., to show that evil mother fucker that he ain't the god he thinks he is! All we need is a few key players to help put the plan in motion! I think Amahd'll help us!" thought Genuwine, aloud. "After Duke took back his so-called `girlfriend', he's been held up in that stinking cell of his like a honk! He HAS to want to get revenge on Duke, now!!"

"I wouldn't go around voicing this `plan' to everyone if I were you..." advised Marvin. "...Duke has eyes and ears everywhere, remember?"

"I'm just going to involve Amahd..., WE need another playa if we're really gonna go up against Duke and make this work!" said Genuwine, enthusiastically. "You ARE still with me, right? You still wanna see Duke taken down, right?"

"Yeah nicca..., I'm with you!" said Marvin, annoyed. "But I ain't committing suicide! I'm only gonna do this unless we're SURE we can pull it off! And the only way we can do that is if we can get Duke away from his crew long enough!"

"No problem...with YOU and Amahd being his two trusted henchmen, he'll be a sitting duck!" reasoned Genuwine.

"For some reason I doubt Duke trusts anyone..., especially his henchmen!" reasoned Marvin, skeptically.

Pt-2

Outside Warden Ellis' office, applications were being sought for a new `assistant' position. Hopefuls sat outside the office, waiting for an audition to show their talents. Among them was Aryan member Rick McDoogle (last seen in chap-32, pt-2).

Rick is the only caucasian inmate bidding for the position. Ever since sucking his first black dick down in the prison bowels of Solitary Confinement, he'd been hooked, sucking off as many as 10 inmates a day as he fed them their meals through the door slots.

Rick came to the Warden's office at his own risk. If the Aryans found out that he was willingly blowing `niggers', he'd be kicked from the Aryan camp –or worse. But when word started to spread that Ellis was looking for another assistant to replace Davis, Rick jumped on it. He didn't even think about the repercussions he'd suffer if the Aryans found out, all he thought about were the perks of being the Warden's bitch; the luxury of a cushy job with air conditioning, the countless free cigars and cigarettes, candy sweets such as chocolates and cookies, sodas, and free phone calls. But the icing on the cake was getting the chance to suck the big black cock of a powerful black man. Just the thought of submitting to a powerful mandingo like Ellis made Rick's cock hard as a rock.

Rick watched 3 men go in before him, each spending little more than 5 minutes in the Warden's office. Each man left looking more than a little disappointed as they hung their heads in shame, drool and wet spit stains spotting their prison shirts.

"You may go in now, mr McDoogle." said the secretary, `a snooty white middle aged women Ellis probably wouldn't even give the time of day', --thought Rick as he got up and headed for the door.

"Come in!" called the Warden, sitting very stoically behind his desk. Rick walked in and closed the door behind him, knowing exactly what kind of job interview this will be.

Ellis was going over papers, looking as busy as any head of an over crowded prison could. He barely looked up from his glasses as he motioned for Rick to have a seat.

"So mr McDoogle..." started Ellis, placing his glasses down as if taking a break from reading. "...you've been with us how long?"

"7 years...sir." says Rick.

"And what are you in for?" asked Ellis, refreshing his memory.

"Armed burglary, resisting arrest, drug possession, branding a weapon..."

"Quite the badass, eh?" snickered Ellis. "And what do you want to be my assistant for?"

"Well, sir..." swallowed Rick, nervously. "...there's the perks I hear come with this job..., but really..., I'm just interested in getting the chance to suck some really big black cock!"

"Good answer, mr McDoogle." smiled Ellis, devilishly. "And believe me, if you get this job, you'll get every opportunity to suck a big black cock everyday for the rest of your stay!" promised Ellis, pushing back from his desk. "Now come on around here and show me what you've learned in the last 7 years!"

Rick got up from his seat opposite Ellis' desk, and walked around to where he could see the big business man fully exposed from the waist down. He swirled around in his Italian leather chair, his pants and purple boxers down around his ankles. Rick could see Ellis' big hard dick sticking up from his groin, still showing the spit shine from the last applicant. Rick got down onto his knees between Ellis' legs, admiring the big black man's thick muscular/fat thighs, bloated balls, and fat hard 8 inch uncut meat.

Without waiting to be told twice, Rick swooped in and took Ellis' dark dick into his mouth. Ellis eased back in his chair, waiting to see what skills the white boy had. The last 3 applicants were horrible; convicted serial killer Jeremy Waters (seen in chap-5, pt-1) sucked dick as if his closest ancestor were JAWS himself, scrapping his jagged teeth along Ellis' tender dick as he tried unsuccessfully to suck his first dick. Convicted gang-banger and rapist Dondre (Dre) Evans (chap-31, pt-6) was obviously a novice when it came to sucking dick. He merely licked at Ellis' prize piece as if it were covered in smelly fish juice. And Kalvin (Moose) Craig (chap-30, pt-2), was 6-5, 270 lbs of lovability, but he gagged too much whenever he tried to throat Ellis' thick 8 incher, nearly throwing up in the Warden's lap. Ellis often wondered why straight guys who never sucked dick before would audition to be his assistant, knowing the requirements upfront. He knew the `perks' was an incentive (they'd been placed there for that very reason), but Ellis wasn't looking for guys that wanted perks, he wanted men that really liked sucking dick. Rick McDoogle looked like one of those types of guys as he covered his dick head with his mouth and began vacuuming.

Rick loved Ellis' black dick; it was thick, fat, and as dark as midnight on a starless night. Rick found himself stretching his lips to accommodate the thick girth as he bobbed his head up and down. He coated the dark shaft with a layer of spit as his mouth glided up and down the thick column. He could taste the stale spit of the man before him as he swallowed Ellis' dick down into the back of his throat.

"MMmmmm..." groaned Ellis, liking the way the throat felt. Rick McDoogle was the first real dick sucker to walk through his door today. Ellis spread his legs wider to give the white boy better access. Rick took the thick cock into his throat, resting his thin lips around the base. He inhaled through his nose, loving the musk scent of the man's crotch.

Rick pulled back his head, dragging his lips up the slick shaft as he quickly bobbed his head up and down. Hearing the Warden moan encouraged Rick to do better as he sucked feverishly on the head to taste the pre-cum. Drunk of the tiny droplets, he deep throated Ellis again, taking his big dick back down into his throat. Ellis loosened his tie, settling back for a full length blow job. He reached over to press a button on his intercom..., "Send the rest of the applicant's home" he said to the secretary sitting out front. She dismissed the 4 people still waiting to audition. They grumbled as they left, angry to have lost the cushioniest position in the prison to a white boy.

Rick smiled to himself as he started really working Ellis' meat over. He sucked with renewed vigor as he swallowed the thick shaft again and again. Occasionally he'd pull off the dick to stare at it lovingly, taking in all its black beauty before taking it back into his mouth. After 7 years of blowing white men (sometimes mutually), Rick finally felt the satisfaction he was always lacking having blown men who were his equals. Rick finally learned that the real turn on for him wasn't so much sucking dick, as it was the belittling feeling he got from sucking men he truly felt were his inferiors. Blowing black men was a taboo he craved, like a fat man wanting chocolate; he knows it's no good, but he desires it anyway.

Ellis sits back and enjoys his first blow job from a white boy in ages. He admits to getting a deeper satisfaction watching some big strong straight or highly respected black inmate on his knees with his dick in his mouth, but he wouldn't pass up a good cock sucker like Rick McDoogle for someone who couldn't throat without vomiting.

Ellis felt his dick starting to tingle, giving off the first indications that his orgasm was near. He started to thrust upward into Rick's mouth, meeting his downward strokes with upward pumps. Rick bobbed his head faster, his spit making the cock slicker as his mouth glided easier over the surface.

"Okay baby, I'm about to cum..." announced Ellis, feeling his dick swell. "...I want you to take my cum in your mouth and hold it there without swallowing, then I want you to open your mouth and show it to me. Do you understand?"

"Mmm-hmm!" groaned Rick, never stopping his pace. He bobbed his head until he felt Ellis' dick explode in his mouth. He pulled back until just the round head remained between his lips, allowing it to empty out onto his tongue. The dick pulsed a good 10 times, spurting at least 10 fresh bursts of hot semen into his mouth. Rick could actually taste the nutty flavor against his tongue without swallowing it. After the shaft finally stopped pumping, he pulled his mouth off the inflated tool, tilted his head back and showed the Warden his gift.

Ellis smirked at the white cream filling Rick's trash mouth. This was where he belonged, between the thick legs of a black man in power, feeding off his potent seed. "Swallow it!" he ordered, watching closely as Rick closed his mouth and gulped twice. The thick cum oozed down his throat like maple syrup. Rick felt the cum quickly warming his insides. "Congratulations, you got the job!" said Ellis. "Sit outside in my waiting area until I call you in again!" Rick beamed as he jumped to his feet and walked briskly over to the door. He took the first seat he saw, smiling at the white secretary as he enjoyed the cool breeze of the air conditioner.

"uh..., I hear you serve chocolates here?" he asked, having a sweet tooth.

Pt-3

Genuwine visits Raymond Sherman's (Amahd's) cell. He finds the 6 foot 2, 200 lbs, dark brown brutha sitting depressed on his bed. Genuwine knows what's happened, in fact, he knew it was going to happen a long time ago. "Want some company, m'brutha?" he asked, respectfully.

Raymond looked up, the despair in his eyes was almost too hard to bare witness.

"Whadda YOU want, man...?" he asked, tired and alone. He didn't want to see anyone except his beloved Nakia.

"I just wanna talk, man. That's all." said Genuwine, approaching with caution.

He knew Ray was depressed, and didn't want to chance facing any misplaced anger meant for someone else. "I know what Duke did to you..." he said, taking a seat in the available chair at Ray's desk. "...but I want to let you know, he NEVER intended to let you keep Nakia for yourself! He always intended to take her back from you once he was sure he had you locked in his crew!"

"You KNEW this...?" asked Ray, looking over at Genuwine through red swollen eyes. "Why the FUCK didn't you warn me??" he yelled, angrily.

"HOW?" asked Genuwine. "You know how Duke is..., if he knew I tipped you off on his plan, he'd've found a way to get back at me twice as bad! I had to keep it to myself! That's how vindictive he is! You can't trust him!" defended Genuwine.

"Seems like a LOT of that going around." snared Ray, rolling his eyes.

"Look man.., what Duke did to you wasn't right! He let you get your feelings and emotions all involved with someone he knew he wasn't keeping around! He did that to control you! To get you deeper into his dept! But I know a way you can get back at him...!" offered Gen.

Ray looked back over at him, curiously.

"Get back at him...?" he asked, suspiciously. "At DUKE? The black King Pin?"

"He's not untouchable!" said Genuwine, sensing apprehension. "Duke has a weakness, we can PLAY on that!"

"What's his weakness?" asked Ray, skeptically.

"I'll let you in on it IF you decide to join us!"

"Us?" asked Ray, intrigued.

"I have an ally on the inside! Someone Duke trusts..., or trusts as much as Duke can." muttered Gen.

"One of his crew members?" asked Ray. "Is it Pete?" he fished. "Wyome? Don't tell me it's Marvin...!"

"Look..., Duke needs to be taken down a level or two! He walks around here deciding people's fates like he's god, or something! We have to show that nigga that bruthas ain't gonna stand for that type of shit! We 10 DEEP in this muthafucker! There's a lot more US than there is HIM! All we have to do is get a strong force to chop that nigga down to size! Once he's face to face, he ain't nothing but another nigga like the rest of us!"

Ray contemplated what Genuwine said, not sure if all he was saying was truly on the up and up. There was a chance that this could be a setup, planned by Duke to see how loyal he was..., but with his Nakia taken away, Ray's loyalty was to the birds.

"I'm IN!" he said, not giving it much thought.

Pt-4

Visitor's Center

32 yr old Carmella Wood took the near hour long car ride to Piedmont Penitentiary with two of her four children. It was a ride she made once a month ever month, to visit her husband of 10 years, --Davis Wood. He'd been incarcerated 3 yrs ago for possession of over a kilo of marijuana with the intent to sell. She hated seeing her husband behind bars, having to support the kids herself on welfare while waiting for him to get paroled.

After checking in and submitting to a body search, she was allowed into the Visitor's Center (a large room where many of the inmates meet casually with family). She waited at an empty table as her husband was escorted in. She smiled brightly until she notices the bruises to his face, and he strange limp in his walk. Davis was hoping that his wife was so sure of his masculinity, that it would never occur to her that he was being raped despite the obvious evidence.

"Oh baby..., what happened to you?" she asked, sympathetically.

Davis tried his best to hide his walk, having been fucked up the ass by several inmates before his wife's arrival.

"Oh that..." he said, ducking his head as she tried to gently touch his bruised face. "...I just got into a fight with another inmate." he said, not wanting her to know of his rapes.

"A fight?" asked Carmella as Davis took a seat beside her. "Why are you in here fighting? Can't this count against your parole application or something?"

"Don't worry, I didn't report it." assured Davis, trying to play nonchalant.

"Well, did you at least go to the doctor's? Your eye and lip looks pretty bad..." she said sadly, reaching over to hug him tenderly.

"Everything's good baby, don't worry about me. How's the kids?" asked Davis, changing the subject.

While hugging his wife, Davis happened to notice his current cellmate Mason Miller sitting at another table with a woman. Mason was one of the inmates responsible for Davis' recent rapes, taking his cellmate's "pussy" regularly at least 2 times a day. Mason and Davis' eyes locked as Mason smirked at him knowingly. Davis felt his blood freeze, his sore asshole still convulsing from their last encounter.

Pt-5

18 yr old asian born Phi-Bui exits the Den Mother's jail cell (Swallow) dressed in a cheaply made chinese female garment. Swallow is a 250 pound transvestite who helps Duke train all of his pussyboiz' on how to be more feminized to become more alluring to inmates. Swallow nick named Phi the Geisha boy', as she paraded him up and down the prison block. Phi was forced to be naked underneath the garments, the material barely long enough to cover the cheeks of his taut little ass as inmates taunted him profusely.

This was Geisha's first official day as `prison pussy', and inmates were jumping at the chance to breed the new asian bitch, offering whole packs (and even cartons) of cigarettes to be among the first in line.

Swallow gathered up a small group of horny men who paid in advance, then offered them the Geisha for one on one or as a group rate. The men picked the group rate, and fucked Phi two at a time, one in his mouth and one up his ass. Swallow was there to monitor the action, taking it upon herself to suck the inmates dicks between fucks while they awaited their turns to bang the asian. She even managed to swallow a few premature loads, enabling the inmates to fuck the asian longer.

Phi learned to accept his fate, even as he dreaded the face fuckings.

Pt-6

Spotting `new fish' is always easy for convicts. The new guys always look lost, like they're in the middle of Grand Central Station with no idea which train to catch.

Rashad Maheed spotted a young Morris Jenkins among a crowd of men. Morris had just been thrown in with population the day before, a virtual kid among men. It was clear to see that his innocents wouldn't last long. The inmates were already sizing him up, betting on who would tag him first and turn his pussy out.

Rashad approached the boy with his clan. He asked Morris if he could have a moment of his time during the lunch rush, taking the boy under his wing. Morris listened intently as Rashad explained prison life' to him. He told him the life expectancy of a boy his age living in prison without the proper backing, losing his anal virginity to one or more of the inmates. He told him straight up' that it was very likely that he would lose his virginity tonight, that there was undoubtedly a number of inmates very interested in breaking him in.

Morris trembled nervously as Rashad painted an ugly (but accurate) picture of what he was in store for. He pulled no punches when he told Morris that he would be "fucked repeatedly" by groups of men, IF he didn't act quickly and join up with the Muslims who would protect him. Morris (like many inmates faced with this offer) jumped at the chance, seeing this as an opportunity to save his booty from certain rape. Rashad inducted Morris into Islam, anointing him as his apprentice. He introduced Morris around the organization, vowing his protection. Once Morris started to feel comfortable around his new `family', Rashad pulled Morris aside for a private discussion.

Morris followed Rashad to a secluded stairwell where there were no cameras or prying eyes. He asked Morris if he was "comfortable" with his choice he made to become Muslim? Morris smiled and said he was, and how glad he was to have found Rashad and his fellow followers, his protectors and savors. Rashad smiled as he held Morris by the shoulders, then physically forced him face down on the steps.

Morris fought back as Rashad pulled at his waistband, yanking his pants down under his young buttock.

"What the fuck...??!!" yelled Morris, shocked that he was being attacked by a religious man.

"Relax...!" warned Rashad, holding Morris down while he fumbled with his fly to free his erection. "...you were gonna get fucked anyway, might as well be by me!"

"NOOOOOO...!!" Screamed Morris, as Rashad's dick forced its way into his dry quivering anus.

Rashad wasted no time forcing his way through the tough fighting sphincter muscles. He knew he had to fuck the boy fast, to leave his mark in him quickly before the boy's screams alerted the guards.

Rashad shoved and shoved until his dick popped through the anal ring, and forcibly inched its way into his rectum.

"AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Morris, feeling his first penetration.

Like most men, he'd always heard of men raping men behind bars, but he thought joining the Muslims would resolve him that problem.

"Fuck, you're tight!" glee Rashad, knowing he would not be able to withhold his climax for long.

He thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Morris' ass as quickly and effectively as possible. His 7 and 1/2 inch dick felt like a tree log to Morris, busting through his aching anal ring and breaking down his walls. He wailed and cried as the grown man fucked him, taking his ass cherry like a pussy.

It'd been awhile since Rashad had had any good ass. He tried to bed Abdul (Muhammad's friend [chap-32, pt-5] ) but was unsuccessful, --Muhammad had a lockdown on Abdul. Rashad was sure that Muhammad was `hitting' that, but they were both very good at keeping it under wraps.

Rashad knew he had to find his own Abdul, find his own private boi-pussie to fuck on a nightly basis. For as much as they denounce homosexuality among men, there was a basic animalistic desire in men that needed to be fulfilled sexually. So while they would never condone homosexuality as a lifestyle choice, sexual encounters were always kept undercover and never spoke of publicly, as it could cause for the dis-fellowship of members.

Tears rolled easily down the facial cheeks of Morris' face. He cried like a baby as his virginity was stolen, ripped from his buttock like a purse from an old lady's shoulder. It all stem from him being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Joy riding in a stolen BMW with friends, who ended up striking another vehicle while in pursuit by police. A pedestrian was killed as well as the driver of the stolen car. Morris was ejected from the car during the accident and only sustained minor injuries, but he became the focus point of the victim's family's rage. The Judge decided Morris needed to make pennants for the deaths he helped cause, and sentenced him to 8 years in jail for grand theft auto and manslaughter.

Had Morris not gone for that joy ride, had he just said "no thanks" and walked away like his mind had told him, he wouldn't be spending the next 8 years of his life behind bars, getting butt fucked up the ass by closeted faggots.

Morris screamed again when Rashad took hold of his hips and began ramming into him hard. Rashad felt his climax getting near as he started to hammer at the young plump buttock before him. He closed his eyes and thought about his woman at home, --female pussy was always a good incentive to cum to. His dick began to throb as he shove in the last few thrusts and came. "AHH...AHHH..UHHHH..!!" he groaned, cumming inside the vice like ass.

Morris felt every throb as the dick pumped fresh rich cum into him. He sobbed softly as his virginity was officially destroyed by the deflowering. Rashad kept his dick inside until he was sure he was done cumming, then pulled out slowly. His dick was covered in a thin brown coating of shit, as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began cleaning his meat.

He listened to Morris sob as he wiped the mud from his dick, then tucked it safely back into his pants. "You'll get used to it..." assured Rashad, trying to console the kid. "...believe me, it's better that it came from me than one of these mean murdering ass mother fuckers." he informed, heartlessly. "I'll give you a minute to get up and get yourself together...I'll be standing outside the door."

Morris heard the door slam as he pulled himself up off the steps. His asshole hurt like a mother, throbbing sorely as it felt 10x bigger than normal. He pulled his pants up over his plump ass, refastening the waist. He choked back more tears as he wiped his face clean. He wanted Rashad to pay to the authorities for what he just did, but they were already in prison, --who would he tell? Where could he go? He didn't want anyone knowing he'd just been butt fucked up the ass by another man, so he just decided to keep the humiliation to himself.

After a minutes or so he reached for the doorknob, Rashad was standing right there as promised.

"Ready?" he asked, leading the way back to their cell block. "Like I said.., stick with us, and we'll protect you..."

Pt-7

Outside Piedmont, back in the bustle of the city, prison guard Malik Jones is attending a gathering with friends, cop buddies; Jake Valentine, Maleecee Cortez, and David McConnell (all seen in chap-8 "reunions").

The atmosphere is friendly, as all 4 men once belonged to the same police Precinct. There's a history between them (in the chapters of Precinct-23 in the Jan 1st section of this category), keeping them all linked to each other as closely as family. Malik was helping Jake and Maleecee celebrate their first year together as a couple, while at Maleecee's brownstone in South Philly. It was during conversation around the dinner table that Malik told McConnell in passing, about his findings at work. McConnell thought it was strange that the files were "missing" of inmates supposedly transferred to other area prisons.

"Are you sure of this Malik?" asked the Captain, wondering what was going on in his ex-partner's (Ellis') officer.

"Well..., I'm sure the files aren't there, if that's what you mean." said Malik. "And I haven't seen any of the inmates in question since their transfers. Even Andrew hasn't seem them!"

"Andrew? That's the new guy David's seeing, right?" asked Maleecee, catching up.

"Yeah..., Malik introduced them." said Jake, having heard the story (chap-33 "blind date"). "You think something else is going on with these transfers?" asked Jake, curious to why Malik and McConnell was so infatuated about the missing files.

"Well, there's no record that any of the inmates ever stepped foot in Piedmont..." explained Malik.

"...freeing Piedmont of any link should these inmates re-appear anywhere..., like the mall or the morgue!" finished McConnell.

"So you think someone at the prison set them free?" asked Jake, curiously.

"Well, something's up there. We're just not sure what." said McConnell. "I just wonder is Ellis knows what's happening in his prison, and if so, how much is HE in on it?"

"Have you told your Warden about the files?" asked Maleecee.

"No." answered Malik. "When I mentioned something about the transfers to one of the senior guards, he told me to drop it', said they were just convicts' and left it alone (chap-35, pr-8)."

"What about asking Ellis straight up?" asked Jake. "What type of man is he?"

"Ellis and I were partners in uniform when I first joined the police force..." informed McConnell (can't remember what chapter that was in). "He was always a hot head and eager to shake down drug dealers. I can't see him changing much over the years. Besides, I believed he or his guards had a hand in the rape and stabbing of Tempest Williams (chap4, pt-4 and chap-6, pt-3)."

"You think they helped him escape?" asked Maleecee.

"I don't know..., but I'd love to have a man on the inside..." thought McConnell aloud.

"What about me?" asked Malik, being a former officer.

"You already work there Malik, they know you used to be a cop and could be purposely keeping you in the dark for fear that your former duties as an officer might cause you to blow the whistle on any shady practices they may be doing." said McConnell. "No, I'd need someone on the inside that Ellis and his boys didn't know was connected to us. Someone that could pose as a new guard or inmate..., someone who could possible penetrate their group as a shady character themselves."

"I could do it!" volunteered Maleecee, causing his lover Jake to look at him as if he were crazy.

"I couldn't ask that of you Mal..., what training have you of undercover work?" asked McConnell.

"None. But that could be my advantage. I'm raw! New! I could get in there and get right up under them!" insisted Maleecee.

"I could keep an eye on him while he's there..." said Malik, causing McConnell to consider.

"Talk it over with Jake..." said McConnell, leaving up in his hands. "...if he's cool with it and you're still eager to do it, I'll set up an identity for you."

Later, after their company had left, Maleecee tired to convince Jake how this could be the opportunity he was looking for to make Detective. Jake was hesitate about agreeing with Maleecee, reminding him that he would be behind bars the entire time, seriously limiting his access to freedom if anything was to `go down'.

Maleecee assured Jake that he would be fine under the watchful eyes of Malik and McConnell. He knew Jake trusted the two men that once saved his life from certain death. He gave in reluctantly when Maleecee started to nibble his neck, hitting one of his `spots' as he took him to bed to consummate the settlement.

____________________ NPhillydogg@aol.com

Next: Chapter 40


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