Date: Thu, 03 Sep 2020 15:20:47 +0000 From: ReggieTheWritter Subject: Blood & Crimes - Chapter 1 "Blood & Crimes" By R P Barclay Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 Matthew found himself in that room again. Basement level, a small holding room, designed for the accused and their lawyers. His Lawyer sat in the corner, a small man with a pair of half-moon glasses and a white weakly moustache. His legs crossed with his trilby hat poised on his knee. Matthew caught his gaze, he smiled and nodded at Matthew. Matthew looked away, gazing through the bars of the quarter height window. All he could see was the retaining wall of the building next door and the rain. A pathetic view for a pathetic situation he thought. Swinging his head back to look directly at the lawyer in the corner. "Is this a good idea?" Matthew asked looking for reassurance. His soft west of Scotland accent resonating against the bare walls. "Dear boy, Mr Mack knows what's best" His Lawyer assured him. Before Matthew could respond, the door opened. Standing, almost waiting for an invitation to enter was Mr Mack. An average sized man, with no redeeming features to speak of, other than a subtle scar that ran from the edge of his lip on the left for a few centimetres down to his jawline. He stood wearing a black suit and overcoat, no hat. His hair peppered with grey wisps at the temple. He had an air of menacing stillness about him that Matthew found intimidating. Always. Glasgow's most notorious gangster, you only crossed this man once. Mr. Mack waited a few seconds, Matthew smiled and nodded at him. He took a few steps into the room, looking directly at the lawyer as he nodded his head to the right. No words were spoken but the lawyer knew what the gesture meant. He gathered his things and made his retreat. As the door closed, Mr. Mack grab the back of the chair from the corner and sat it next to Matthew's chair. Crossing his legs, he clasped his hands as they came to rest on his lap. "Matthew" He said with a thick Belfast accent. Matthew, who never took his gaze off him raised his eyebrows. "Matthew, I've known you since you were 4, have I not? You and my boy Niall best of friends. And look at you now, 18 years old, a strapping big lad" He said almost in disbelief Matthew did not answer, but gently moved his blond curly hair away from his eyes. "What you are doing here, well, it goes beyond...family" Mr Mack said Matthew sat and listened. He knew Mr Mack well enough to know this was not a conversation. "I shouldn't really be in here, so let's make this quick." He said firmly looking at Matthew. "You're giving up your freedom, fuck you're killing your mothers heart, so you are. But that's not lost on me, son. Not lost on me at all" He said. Matthew's eyes fell to the floor. The words were hurtful but only because they were true. His mother was heartbroken at the situation he was facing. "You'll be protected, no one and I fucking mean NO ONE will lay a finger on you." He said raising his voice. "I won't be in there with you, but I have someone watching and listening mark my words boy, any cunt steps out of line with you I'll fucking kill them myself." He said threateningly. He took a breath and smiled at Matthew. Acknowledging he had lost his temper slightly. The room fell silent. Almost as a whisper and even more serous than he had been Mr. Mack said "Now, I've never really agreed with how you and our Niall's relationship developed. Having a gay son...it doesn't sit well with me." Matthew felt his face burn red his eyes fixed to the floor. He had no idea Mr. Mack knew about his relationship with Niall. Matthew had told no-one. Did Niall tell him, he asked himself. Did somebody seem them together he wondered. It's true they were best of friends but in the last two years the friendship changed. It wasn't just sex. It was more. They loved each. Raising his hand up "Let's put it down to hormones and...fuckin shit like that, alright." Mr. Mack said almost resigned to the fact as his hand fell back onto his lap. Mr. Mack adjusted his seating position and continued. "Now, as I say, you'll be made to feel at home, inside." Matthew looked puzzled. He was still grappling with the fact Mr. Mack knew about him and Niall. "anyway, it is for the best. You inside and Niall sent back to Ireland. You'll soon forget about each other. You'll move on quick enough so you will" He added. Matthew looked up at Mr. Mack. He was sending Niall away, he thought to himself. He won't be able to visit me, I'll never see him again. The thought of not seeing Niall ever again hit him. "12 years of friendship Mr. Mack...it's a lot of memories to forget." Matthew said, his voice almost breaking. The tears welled up in his eyes. Mr Mack held Matthew's gaze. He was surprised at the young man's emotional state. He had never seen Matthew upset. He reached behind Matthews head, pulling him closer. Their fore heads almost touching. "I love you like my own Matty boy, I really do. With you taking the fall for this it breaks my heart...but we have no option here" Mr. Mack said trying to comfort him, his own voice clearly emotional. "I don't know how long you'll get, but for every year I'll pay you £50,000. You won't need to worry about money when you come home, you hear me boy?" He said "Yes, sir...I do" Matthew said quietly, his voice tailing off as the tears spilled over and began trickling down his face. There was a tap at the door, Mr Mack stood up, clearing his throat. He adjusted his tie about turned and within a few seconds was gone. Matthew sat still in his chair. His head slumped into his hands. His blond curly hair hanging low over his eyes. The tears streaming down his face. He had no control, his sobbing which he tried to muffle broke the silence. The hope of seeing Niall every week kept his spirits up, now along with losing his freedom he had lost him as well. He tried to gain control, but the emotional impact of what he had agreed to was hitting him hard. He was taking the fall for a bank robbery that went wrong. Four of Mack's goons had stormed the National Bank on West George Street in Glasgow. All four bedecked in face masks and wigs. One of the robbers had smacked a guard over the head with a baseball bat...all caught on CCTV. Mr. Mack had convinced Matthew to take the fall, go to the police the next day and confess everything. Mack had kept Matthew awake the entire night, practising his story, over and over. He had promised him, he would get maybe 24 months and be out in 12 months or less, plus he would pay Matthew for taking the fall. You never refused Mr. Mack. Matthew had no choice. Was this his plan all long Matthew thought, split up him and Niall? Six weeks before the trial, the guard died from his injuries, never woke from the coma. Matthew's guaranteed 12 months were now looking like 12 years. There was a small tap on the door, it opened slowly. The lawyer returned. Gingerly and without saying a word took the seat back to the corner and resumed his position. Hat and all. He waited until Matthew had composed himself. "Now Matthew, since you have plead guilty to the manslaughter charge, it will just be the judge, no jury. Said the Lawyer. Matthew said nothing, wiping the tears from his face. Still thinking about what Mr. Mack had said. "The judge will call you up and at that point he will pass sentence" The Lawyer added. Matthew nodded. He knew there was no way out of the situation. He was going to prison for a long, long time. The prison van slowed to turn the corner. Matthew's face pressed up against the small square window as the sign came into view. Scottish Prison Service – H.M.Barlinnie Prison The prison van continued down the long road until it reached the oversized doors, slowly passing through, gradually it came to a measured stop. The sound of the oversized doors clattering shut echoed around the van. "Here we go then boys, at her Majesties pleasure." Shouted one of the other prisoners. A few others giggled nervously. Matthew was surprised at how calm he now was. Somewhat lucky he thought that when Mr. Mack asked anyone to do something for him it was requested with some brutality. The fact he apologetically pleaded with Matthew to take the fall for something he hadn't done, and paid him to do so, made Matthew feel...well, he wasn't sure how he felt right now. The doors of the other individual cells in the prison van opened one by one. Some of the prisoners clearly knew each other, they sounded like kids on a school trip rather the prisoners entering Scotland's most notorious jail. Matthew sat still, as the jovial voices faded away into the distance. Sat fixed looking at the door. Had they forgotten about him, surly not Matthew thought. He turned to the window but could only see the brick wall and the inside of the oversized doors. The time passed by and what felt like twenty minutes or so Matthew could hear voices approaching. The footsteps thumped up the steps and then across to his door. "Ok, just the young lad who is left." The chirpy voice said The door opened with a small fat man appearing in the doorway. His hair was fire red, cut short and neat. Wearing blue combats and a blue ribbed jumper. The tag "Scottish Prison Service" emblazoned on the lapels. Matthew looked for a name tag but saw none. The little fat man stood with a clipboard glancing at Matthew then down at the clipboard and back. "What's your name young man?" The Officer asked. "Matthew Deans" Matthew said, without hesitation "And your Date of birth please Matthew?" Asked the Officer politely. "August 1st, 1998" Matthew stated. "Just 18 years old, how long will you be staying with us Mr Deans?" The Officer asked Matthew took an intake of breath and said, "14 years." "You'll be out in half that" The Officer said shaking his head. Not lifting his eyes from the clipboard, the Officer said, "Friend of Mr. Mack?" Matthew stared at him for a few seconds. "erm...well...yeah." Matthew said, somewhat taken aback at the question. Was this the person Mr. Mack had arranged to watch over him Matthew thought rather disappointedly. "Ok, so I'll take you into the induction room. You'll be processed. I'll hand you over to your Welfare officer, he'll take you through the induction. There we'll take your clothes. We'll get you kitted out in some of Her Majesty's finest grey sweats." The Officer said cheekily pointing to the black suit Matthew was wearing. Matthew was still trying to deal with the Mr. Mack question. "Follow me then" The Officer said Matthew stood-up "Fuck, you are a big bastard." The Officer laughed out loud. "How bloody tall are you?" The Officer asked. "Erm...one point eight." Matthew stated "What's that in feet, I'm old school." The Officer quizzed "Oh...well... there are three feet in a meter so that would be...six feet two inch." Matthew stated. "So, you've got a brain in there?" The Officer said sarcastically pointing his pen to Matthews head. "I do...well when it comes to numbers and maths." Matthew said. Both Matthew and Officer walked across the enclosed entrance to the induction room. As they reached the room the Officer slowed and ushered the prisoner to enter first. Matthew entered the room and was quickly followed by the officer. It was a thin and long room with a low ceiling. A countertop ran the full length, with about eight computer terminals dotted along way accompanied by red line markings on the floor. Two men stood at the first computer terminal, bedecked in the same blue uniform as the little fact officer. The third man stood on Matthew's side of the countertop. All three watched Matthew enter the room. The small fat Officer followed directly behind him. "Just stop and stand on the red line there Matthew, facing the counter, thanks." Matthew did as he was directed. The little fat Officer stood to Matthews right, facing him but addressing the Officers. "Officers, this is Matthew Deans, date of birth August 1st, 1998 Eighteen years old. Can you confirm his Prisoner number please?" The Officer asked. The younger of the two men at the terminal punched in the numbers. He then stopped and waited. The other two men kept their gaze fixed on Matthew. "Confirmed, Prisoner number Juliet 4 4 2 6 Bravo Lima." Barked one of the officers behind the table. "Mr Deans, if you move forward to the table please." Asked the little fat Officer. Matthew did as he was told without hesitation. The man standing on Matthew's side of the table was a little smaller than Matthew but muscular. He wore a dark blue polo shirt, the bulging biceps stretching the material around the guys arms. A tattoo ran length of the man's arm. His black hair slicked and then combed back but cut short on the sides, not a strand of hair out of place. At first glance Matthew guessed he was in his early thirties. He walked towards Matthew carrying a grey plastic box and stood on his left. "Ok, Matthew, if you take this grey box and follow me please." He requested in a soft Irish accent. As they walked away the officer turned and shouted "I'll give this one his induction gentleman, no need to wait." As Matthew walked with the box, he got a closer look at the sleeve tattoo on the officer's right arm. From the middle of his forearm a mixture of fire and thorns emitting from behind a skull, reached up and down the length of the arm before disappearing under the stretched Polo shirt sleeve. Matthew didn't comment on it but continued to follow the officer through a series of doors. Until they reached a single corridor with a number of single doors down the left-hand side. "First door on the left please" The officer instructed. Matthew reached the door it had a small silver plague which read Medical Room 1 - Vacant Matthew hoisted the plastic box onto one hand and with the other opened the door entering the room. As the passed through the door he slide the little metal plate to cover the word vacant. The sign now read Medical Room 1 – Engaged Do Not Enter He closed the door behind him. Matthew heard a bunch of keys jangle and then the door being locked. "House rules, door gets locked during medical induction." The officer said in his soft Irish lilt. Matthew said nothing. A small bench sat directly opposite which had a small table either side of it. Glove and tissue dispensers were fixed to the near wall, which also had a height measuring device fixed to it. On the far wall was an exposed shower area. It had no curtain or door. "Place the plastic box on the table to your left please." The big officer requested. Matthew followed his instructions. "Open the box, place the contents of the box onto the table on your right." The officer requested. Again, without hesitation Matthew followed the exact instructions. Matthew turned and looked at the officer as if to say, what next? The officer smiled and said "Remove all your clothes." Matthew didn't move but looked at the officer. "You need to change out of your civil clothes, shower and then change into those" The officer said pointing to the contents of the plastic box. Matthew said nothing and began removing his clothes. He removed the last of his clothes and reached to the table. "You need to remove all your clothes, including your underwear." The office directed. Matthew looked at him, saying nothing he placed his hands on either side of his hips. Grasping the waist band of his black briefs he slowly pulled downwards. Not removing his eyesight from the officer as his briefs fell to the floor. Matthew stood straight and continued to keep eye contact with the muscular officer. The officer looked down at Matthew's exposed groin. He held his gaze at Matthew's dick while pointing at the shower. "Please make your way over and shower". The office said. Matthew walked over to shower, stepping up into the shower basin he turned the water on. It was barley warm. "Osh...that's cold." Matthew whispered. "Wash your asshole, I'll be looking up there for contraband next." The officer shouted. Matthew almost did a double take. He thought he misheard the officer, but realised he heard him just fine. He continued, washing himself thoroughly. Trying not to think about where he was or what life would be like from today. The officer let Matthew take all the time he needed but kept his eyes fixed on him the entire time. He liked what he saw. Matthew turned to exit the shower. The officer passed him a towel. He began to dry his hair. Matthew was too consumed by the situation he was in to realise the officer was eagerly eye him. Having done all the drying of his blond curly hair he moved onto drying his arms, raising them up to reveal a depth of blond thick wet armpit hair, vigorously rubbing them dry. Once he was content that he had dried himself thoroughly he stood facing the officer. His hands gripping the towel covering his modesty. "Drop the towel and stand with your back to the measuring stick" The office instructed, pointing to a wall mounted measuring device. Matthew placed the towel on one of the tables and stood next to the measure stick. The officer stood and took in the view of Matthews body. "You like to trim the old blond bush?" The officer asked. Matthew said nothing. Walking over to him the officer moved the measuring arm down until it rested on Matthews wet blond hair "Ok, one point eight meters tall" The officer confirmed, making a note in a small blue handbook. Matthew towered above the officer, although he was smaller, he was built like a titan Matthew thought to himself. The officer lifted his eyes from the handbook. Matthew fixed his gaze back to officers' eyes. "Right, face the wall bend over, spread your legs and place both hands on the wall." Matthew complied. The officer pulled a pair of synthetic gloves from the dispenser on the wall. "Rectal exam, you'll get used to these." The officer smirked The officer moved into position, with one hand on the small of Matthew's back he leaned down and with the other hand cupped Matthew's balls. He held them for a few seconds then began to roll them gently between his fingers. "Nice and smooth. Heavy! I can tell you keep these in good condition." The officer whispered. Releasing the balls from his hand, he slowly ran his finger up Matthews smooth gooch and then gently pushed his index finger against Matthews butthole. Matthew shut his eye tight. Although not in any pain, he felt his stomach fall to his feet. A cold sweat consumed him. The officer continued to gently press his finger against Matthew's butthole. "Let me get some lube, don't want to violate you?" The officer said with a menacing tone. Matthew heard something being unzipped and some ruffling of material. A few seconds passed and the sound of lube squirting out a bottle resonated in Matthew's ears. "Now don't fight it and it will be all over soon enough." The officer said gently. Matthew tried to relax. It was just a finger after all, it will be done in a few seconds. He promised himself. He felt the officer's hand on his right hip hold him in place. Matthew felt the pressure against his butthole. The coldness of the lube surprised him, he instinctively pulled back. He felt the hand of the officer pull him back into position. He felt the coldness being pushed through. He immediately knew this was no longer the officer's finger. "Fuck! What the fuck is happening" Matthew thought to himself. He felt the thickness of the man's cock push into him, slowly and gently Matthew felt it continue, forcing his way in. The lube making the path way too easy for Matthew to even attempt to tighten himself. The officer leant over, his chest on top of Matthews bare back. "Oh yeah, nice and tight." The officer moaned He began to pull back and then push forward deeper into Matthew. Matthew felt his opening stretch to accommodate the thickness of the man. Matthew had been with a few guys before, but none as thick as this. The pain caused by the man's girth was etched across Matthew's face. The officer began to thrust a little faster. The slapping of the officer's thighs on Matthew's butt cheeks matched the sound of his soft dick slapping side to side against the inside of his legs. Standing up right the officer grab Matthew's hips pulling them towards himself with each forward thrust of his hips. His dick fully consumed by Matthew. "Oh, fuck this is nice." The officer said He took deep long thrusts forward and backwards, forcing himself deeper and deeper into Matthew. Matthew groaned with each push. He felt the officer's hairy bush brush against his ass cheek with each inward push. The officer kept the steady rate of thrusts going his hand digging into Matthews hips. He began to accommodate the officer, not that he was enjoying it. In-fact it was the opposite. Matthew wanted this to end, he started to move his hips in sync with the officer. Clenching each time the officer pulled back. Trying to make it feel more intense. Hoping to make him cum quicker. The thrusting continued; Matthew had no concept of how long the officer had been ploughing into him. His attempts to make the man climax clearly not working. "Let's move over to the table" The officer moaned. He withdrew his thick dick from Matthew's ass as he stepped out of his trousers, which lay in heap at his feet. As Matthew turned the officer pulled the blue polo shirt up over his head. Matthew fixed his gaze onto officer's solid dick. It looked about twelve centimetres long but thick. Matthew had never seen a dick as thick. The officer threw his polo shirt to the floor, revealing the tattoo Matthew had admired earlier. It ran from the officer's arm up across his shoulder and down the length of his side. Running through a chest of dark hair as the red flames intertwined with thorns. It darted down the side of his hip coming to rest mid-thigh. It looked amazing Matthew thought. The officer sat on the chair, with his feet planted firmly on the floor legs spread wide. He beckoned Matthew toward him. As he reached the officer, Matthew turned and backed into him. The officer held his dick as Matthew lowered himself onto it. It slid in without any resistance. Matthew placed his hands on each of the officer's hairy legs as he started to bounce up and down. Matthew didn't hold back, he thrust up and down the length of the officer's solid dick. Crashing down onto his thighs, the officer's balls squashed with each landing. The man threw his head back exhaling at the sensation each thrust gave him. Matthew grunted with each force full bounce. He looked down at his own dick which was flopping around like a headless chicken. His loose balls bounce from left to right with each bounce. He made himself as tight as possible hoping the officer would erupt. The officer reach around fondling for Matthew's dick, still soft and flopping around. He grabbed it and started to pull on it in time with Matthew's bouncing. Matthew couldn't' stop the sensation, he had no control. He felt his dick respond, as the blood rushed in. He was getting harder and harder. The officer's hand responding. Matthew felt his foreskin peeling over his fat cock head and then been being covered again as the officer's hand rose up and down in time with Matthew's hips. "Stop, stop." The officer said panting. Matthew stopped. "Oh fuck, you are good." The officer said Matthew stood up. "On all fours." The man demanded. Matthew got on all fours, the officer pushing his head down. "Keep your ass in air." He demanded to Matthew. Matthew obliged, as always. With Matthew facing the closed door the officer got astride him, facing the opposite direction. He grabbed his dick and slid it into Matthew's gaping hole. He thrust deep into Matthew, it tool Matthew all his strength to take the force of this brute. Each thrust push Matthew's hips down. The officer's thrusting was getting more forceful and more faster. However in this position the head of the officers thick cock was battering against Matthew's prostrate, the felling was intense for him. Matthew could feel his dick throb. With each pounding his dick got harder and harder. He had no control over it, he didn't want to enjoy this, but he couldn't fight it. The officer pounded faster and faster his groaning getting more intense. The officer grabbed Matthews hips pulling them up to meet him and feel every deep thrust. Matthew's solid dick began dripping with pre-cum, he grunted with every abusive pounding of the officer's dick. Suddenly the officer pulled Matthew's hips up and held them in position. Matthew felt the warm liquid sensation fill his insides. A few smaller thrusts followed as the officer withdrew from Matthew. He jumped around to be facing the same direction as Matthew but fell to his knees and buried his face into Matthews ass. His tongue diving into his butthole consuming his own cum from Matthew's leaking hole. The officer flipped onto his back and slid under Matthew, who was still on all fours. Holding his own cum in his mouth he wrapped his wet tongue around Matthews cock. Matthew's pre-cum oozed out and dripped around the officer's tongue. He swirled it in his mouth before attempting to consume all of Matthew's dick. Matthew moved his hips forward to slide all of his 21-centimetre dick down the officer's throat. He could feel the warm cum swirling around the officer's mouth. Matthew moaned as dropped his head to look down at the man between his legs. The officer wrapped one hand around the base of Matthew's big dick and started to thrust his hand back and forth. Sucking on his dick in synchronisation. Matthew could feel the tingling in his balls as they pulled up towards him and fall back down as he tried to control the sensation. With his spare hand the officer began to slide two fingers inside Matthew's butthole. His dick was being furiously sucked while being wanked and now his ass was being worked feverishly by the muscular officer. The tingling sensation was building up all over Matthew's body. The officer worked his mouth and hands as fast as he could, Matthew's normally low hanging heavy balls pulled up as his dick exploded inside the officer's mouth. The man stopped and held as much of Matthew's cum in his mouth as he could. The hot white jizz from both of men mixed in the officer's mouth as Matthew's big dick flopped from the man's mouth. Matthew slumped to the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The officer's face came into view as he grabbed Matthew's face, pulling open his mouth he planted his lips over Matthews and let the warm cum dribble into Matthew's mouth. "Swallow it" The officer demands. Matthew did as he was told, then reached up and licked the remaining dribbles of white liquid from officer's chin. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that?!" The officer stated as he stood up. He gathered his clothes and began to get dressed, pulling the polo shirt over his tight muscular frame. His soft dick moist and glistening. Matthew stood up his dick still semi hard. He walked across to the table and reached into the plastic box. He pulled out a grey sweatshirt and began to pull it over his head. He turned around sat down on the char and began to pull on the grey socks. He looked up at the office has he was pulling up his trousers and tucking the polo shirt into his waist. He stared as Matthew's dick as it began to soften, hanging loosely over the edge of the chair. They both said nothing. The officer walked over to the box and removing the grey underpants he looked at Matthew and said "Every time I see you, I want to see that dick print through your sweatpants, so none of these ok?" Matthew nodded in agreement. With his black suit and possessions neatly folded in the plastic box both the prisoner and the officer exited the cubicle. As they entered the long room, Matthew noticed the place was in darkness, not a sole was there. "Let's get that boxed stored away for you." The officer said. They made their way to one of the doors at the far end of the room. As they entered the room the little fat officer was sitting at desk behind a large countertop. He was reading a book. Matthew couldn't see the title. "Ah Mr. Deans all done with your induction?" The little fat officer said, clearly not knowing what had just happened. "Yes, sir" Matthew replied "This is the prisoner's personal belongings. Can we log these please?" "Right away." Replied the little fat man. He stood from his desk and made his way over to the countertop. He took each item and logged the details into the computer. As is typical with a man is age, he typed with one finger and confirmed everything three times over. That didn't bother Matthew, he was in no rush. The muscular officer was less tolerant. "I'll just go and book a room for tomorrow." The impatient officer said He walked towards the door of an adjoining room. Matthew fixated on his butt as the officer purposefully walked out the room. The little fat officer didn't look up from the task in hand but mumbled something in audible. "Am I allowed to ask you a question, sir?" Matthew asked tentatively "Normally, it's best to keep this closed" He said pointing to his mouth. "But since it is just you and I...ask away" He said as a smile filled his little ruby coloured face. "That officer, what's his name?" Matthew asked "That is Diego, not really a prison officer, he is your welfare officer. He is a good lad. He will look after you." The officer said. "Big bugger." The officer chipped in chuckling to himself. Aye, more than you know mate, Matthew thought to himself.