I bowed my head as the judge stared down from his chair to me.
"I cannot believe that somebody without any previous convictions could have snapped the way you did over one small comment," he began.
"But sir..." I started to reply.
"Silence!!" The judge roared. "No matter what he said, or did, you had no right to leave him fighting for his life in hospital."
"So you're saying it was okay for him and his friends to try doing what they had planned?" I asked my rage starting to boil over.
"You and your friend should have walked away and gone for help," The judge continued. "Instead you used excessive violence and for that I have no choice but to hand you the severest sentence that this court will allow."
I stared at the judge, the veins in my neck throbbing with rage, as I waited to hear what his sentence would be. I just hoped that he took my previous flawless record into account.
"The only thing that has managed to reduce the sentence I am handing you," the judge began. "Is the fact that you admitted your guilt at the earliest opportunity."
I held my breath as I waited for his next sentence.
"So taking everything into account I sentence you to three year's hard labour at The Quarry."
Quickly raising my head I stared at the judge.
"You have got to be joking," I said my body trembling with rage.
"I can double it if you would like me to," the judge roared down at me.
"Three years, no parole, and maybe in the future you will think before you do anything like this again."
As soon as he had finished speaking two large, tattooed, security guards appeared, from out of nowhere, either side of me.
"Take him down."
Suddenly my arms were clamped in the vice like
grip of the guards and I was dragged from the dock, out to a waiting van and bundled into the back. There were two other people, one man and one woman, already in the van and as the guard handcuffed me to the restraining bar I noticed them both staring at me, silently.
It wasn't until I was fully restrained, and the guards had claimed into the front of the van, that either of them spoke, and then it was the woman.
"What did you get?" She asked.
"Three years at The Quarry," I replied.
"Fucking hell man," the male prisoner said. "What the fuck did you do to get that?"
I stared at him, sizing him up before deciding whether to tell him. He was a scrawny looking man with long straggly hair and he was skinny as hell.
"Put someone in hospital," was all I said.
"Must have been bad," the man responded. "Normally The Quarry is eighteen months maximum."
"So what about you?" I asked him.
"Drugs."
Turning away from him as he put his head down I looked back at the woman. She was muscular, had long golden hair, immense breasts and tattoos down both arms and on her legs.
"What did you do?" I asked her. "The name's Julez by the way."
"I'm Sabrina," she replied. "And I you must know I murdered a man that was trying to rape me.
"So where are you being sent?"
"Same as you, only the woman's side, but he's right I only got eighteen months there then I'm getting transferred to a regular woman's prison."
As she spoke I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The thug I had battered was still alive yet I got double the length o time that she had, it didn't seem right.
"Where are you going?" I asked the man looking back at him.
"Rehabilitation for six months," he replied. "At the new drug rehab place this government have had built."
During the rest of the journey the three of us sat in silence, my mind racing as to why I had been punished as severely as I had, until we came to a screeching halt and the back door opened.
Two men dressed in hospital whites climbed into the van, took the man out roughly and slammed the door shut again before the van started up again. The rest of the journey took about an hour and when we finally pulled up I stared out of the window, at the imposing stone walls that I saw before me.
The doors were thrown open and the two guards that bundled me in stood there, an evil smirk on their face, and then climbed in to unshackle Sabrina and me, before pushing us out into the blazing sunlight.
As we walked towards the entrance the large wooden door swung open and two more guards, this time female, came out and took Sabrina in one direction while I was led the opposite way.
"Make the most of her," one of the guards said. "That's the last woman you'll see for three fucking years."
I smiled to myself at the thought of the guard thinking not seeing a woman for three years was going to bother me, they had no idea that being locked up for three years with men would normally be my idea of heaven.
The thing was the reason I had been sent to The Quarry was because some homophobic thugs thought it would be funny to try and get me and a straight friend to fuck each other in the streets, getting nasty when we refused, and I had given the ringleader the pasting that had left him lying in a hospital bed.
Trudging along white corridors I was led to what was named the welcome suite and told to sit and wait to be formally signed in. The guards then walked away, muttering to each other, leaving me alone in the room.
Looking around I was impressed with how clean and tidy everywhere was. The things I had heard about this place gave me images of a dark medieval style prison, run by violent thugs that either broke the inmates or killed them.
Eventually a well dressed, cleanly shaven, man walked into the room and over to me. He looked me up and down without saying a word before he finally spoke.
"Stand up and strip," he ordered as he turned to the table behind him.
Doing as he asked I slipped my boots, socks, jeans and t-shirt off, leaving me in front of him in just my boxer shorts. When he turned back around, and saw me standing there like I was he smiled.
"When I said strip I meant everything," he said. "NOW FUCKING DO IT!"
Taken aback by the sudden outburst of anger I hooked my thumbs into the boxer shorts waistband before sliding them slowly down my legs.
"See that wasn't fucking hard was it?" The man said slipping his hands into a pair of latex gloves.
Walking over to me he began to check my head, running his fingers through my hair roughly, before lifting my arms and giving those a thorough examination as well. Once he was satisfied with my upper body he dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart, and ran his hands up them slowly, getting closer and closer to my cock. Looking down it would have been so easy for me to grab his head and force myself between his lips, but I resisted the urge, although the thought had started to stiffen my cock a little too rapidly.
As he lifted his head he couldn't help but notice my state o excitement and he looked up at me.
"Impressive cock," he said. "I can see you being very popular here."
He laughed out loudly once he had finished his sentence, before flicking the swollen head of my dick hard with his finger, causing it to soften quickly.
"Turn the fuck around and bend over the desk," he said standing back up straight. "And open your legs."
Cautiously I did as he said and, without warning, felt a cold, sticky liquid squirted onto my ass before he rubbed it into my hole and roughly inserted a finger.
"You would be surprised what some of you people smuggle in here," he said as his finger worked around the inside of my ass, brushing over my prostrate, and instantly hardening my cock once again.
As he continued to probe, far longer than I thought was really necessary, the throbbing in my cock got worse and a small amount of pre-cum leaked from my cock's slit. Finally he removed his finger, turned back to his table, and began to write.
When he turned back around he told me to go through to the net room, pointing at the door in the corner, and I did as he asked without saying a word, desperately trying to make sure he didn't see the effect his anal probing had had upon me.
The next room was just as clean as the first only there were already four other, fully naked, men standing in a line with their hands protecting what little modesty they had left. Joining the end of the line I waited as one by one the men in front slowly moved forward, through an x-ray scanner, which after the anal intrusion I assumed we had all gone through I didn't think needed, but kept my mouth shut.
Once we had all moved through we were ushered through yet another door, into what turned out to be a shower room. The five of us lined up and, without warning, the showers were switched on and a jet of freezing cold water cascaded down over our bodies, eventually warming up just enough.
None of us spoke as we washed ourselves all over quickly, but I noticed a couple of the other men looking at each other with a look of longing I their eyes. Slowly the other two and me left the shower, leaving the two that were staring at each other alone, moved to yet another room, and dried off.
As we began to walk through the next door I could hear the moaning and groaning of the two that we had left behind in the shower, and smiled to myself as it was obvious what was going on.
The next room looked totally different to the crisp, clean whiteness of all the other rooms so far, instead this was dark, smelt damp and was where we were to be handed our new clothes for the duration of our stay.
Walking to the counter, where two large men were handing out the clothes I was handed me a pile of clothes and a pair of boots.
"Put them on and be quick about it!" the man ordered.
I stepped back from the counter to the benches behind me and placed my clothes down, before beginning to get dressed. At least the clothes all looked new, there was no way I would have worn some boxer shorts that had already been used and I stepped into them, before the socks, jeans and vest top followed quickly.
