so
only half of the inmates were allowed to shower at that time.
Bell and
Palmer walked to the shower block with their towels followed by
four other inmates, underworld friends of Palmer’s and probably his
partners in crime.
When they
entered the shower block, Dickson was walking along the row of
latrines when one of Palmer’s mates closed the door from the
landing and stood with his back to the door, holding it tightly
closed.
The other guys
approached Dickson and overpowered him in the struggle. They forced
him down on his stomach on the wet floor, encouraged by the
chanting of the other inmates.
As one inmate
held his mouth closed, two others removed his radio, keys and belt
and dragged his trousers and underpants to his ankles.
They lifted
his white shirt over his head to restrain his lashing arms, then
opened his legs as wide as they could, while Palmer dropped his
trousers to lubricate his throbbing erect penis with soap. He
climbed on top of Dickson and thrust his penis deep into his
rectum.
As Dickson
wriggled and moaned, the others chanted, ‘Fuck him, fuck the
bastard,’ as Palmer continued his deep powerful thrusts while his
two accomplices held open his legs while the other pressed his foot
firmly on the back of his neck.
On the final
thrust, Palmer groaned with delight and climbed off the limp body
of Dickson, the others turned him over to reveal the terrified
expression on the officer’s face as they urinated over his half
naked body.
He slowly
climbed to his feet and ran to the door stumbling as he fell down
due to his uniform trousers being around his ankles. As he entered
the door, the inmate moved away and Dickson fled pulling up his
pants as he left.
Palmer was
delighted and ran around the shower block screaming, ‘I got the
bastard, I got the bastard,’ followed by chants and back slapping
from the others.
Dickson never
reported the vicious and violent rape and he was never to be seen
again, it was rumoured that he had asked for an immediate transfer
after two weeks sick leave and was placed to control the young
offender’s wing.
Although
Palmer was a friendly soul as far as cellmates go, he was not to be
reckoned with and got immediate recognition from the others after
the attack on Dickson.
He was soon
instated as a wing Baron and got the many privileges associated
with his role. He would regularly receive visitations from the
younger inmates who would be forced to perform oral sex and
masturbation on him while Bell would lie on his bunk listening to
the groans from Palmer’s sexual delight. Often buggery would take
place, but only should the young guys be in agreement in the hope
of being rewarded with special privileges.
Almost all of
the inmates were promiscuous who constantly felt dissatisfied and
were full of inner loneliness, knowing they could not sustain a
lasting relationship in prison or in the outside world. Some
inmates are compelled to seek sexual expression through
exhibitionism or fetishism yet find themselves punished for their
perversions and often alienated from the rest of the inmates.
Although
homosexuality is widely available on the wing and often practised,
officially it is forbidden, yet inmates do turn a blind eye to long
term prisoners, particularly the Barons or team leaders who should
they be capable of having a homosexual relationship, normally with
a young inmate, are able to have it discreetly.
Bell was now
in his fifth year in Strangeways and well accustomed to the sordid
ordeals he constantly witnessed. He had a good friend in a cell at
the end of the corridor, Bill Mason, the 48-year-old illegitimate
son of a prostitute. When he was young his mother was jailed for
beating and robbing the men she picked up.
At 11, he fell
foul of the law and was sent to a reform school in
Buckinghamshire.
He spent the
next twenty-one years in institutions, emerging at 32 without
having slept with a woman or even drinking a glass of beer.
Confused by
freedom, he
only half of the inmates were allowed to shower at that time.
Bell and
Palmer walked to the shower block with their towels followed by
four other inmates, underworld friends of Palmer’s and probably his
partners in crime.
When they
entered the shower block, Dickson was walking along the row of
latrines when one of Palmer’s mates closed the door from the
landing and stood with his back to the door, holding it tightly
closed.
The other guys
approached Dickson and overpowered him in the struggle. They forced
him down on his stomach on the wet floor, encouraged by the
chanting of the other inmates.
As one inmate
held his mouth closed, two others removed his radio, keys and belt
and dragged his trousers and underpants to his ankles.
They lifted
his white shirt over his head to restrain his lashing arms, then
opened his legs as wide as they could, while Palmer dropped his
trousers to lubricate his throbbing erect penis with soap. He
climbed on top of Dickson and thrust his penis deep into his
rectum.
As Dickson
wriggled and moaned, the others chanted, ‘Fuck him, fuck the
bastard,’ as Palmer continued his deep powerful thrusts while his
two accomplices held open his legs while the other pressed his foot
firmly on the back of his neck.
On the final
thrust, Palmer groaned with delight and climbed off the limp body
of Dickson, the others turned him over to reveal the terrified
expression on the officer’s face as they urinated over his half
naked body.
He slowly
climbed to his feet and ran to the door stumbling as he fell down
due to his uniform trousers being around his ankles. As he entered
the door, the inmate moved away and Dickson fled pulling up his
pants as he left.
Palmer was
delighted and ran around the shower block screaming, ‘I got the
bastard, I got the bastard,’ followed by chants and back slapping
from the others.
Dickson never
reported the vicious and violent rape and he was never to be seen
again, it was rumoured that he had asked for an immediate transfer
after two weeks sick leave and was placed to control the young
offender’s wing.
Although
Palmer was a friendly soul as far as cellmates go, he was not to be
reckoned with and got immediate recognition from the others after
the attack on Dickson.
He was soon
instated as a wing Baron and got the many privileges associated
with his role. He would regularly receive visitations from the
younger inmates who would be forced to perform oral sex and
masturbation on him while Bell would lie on his bunk listening to
the groans from Palmer’s sexual delight. Often buggery would take
place, but only should the young guys be in agreement in the hope
of being rewarded with special privileges.
Almost all of
the inmates were promiscuous who constantly felt dissatisfied and
were full of inner loneliness, knowing they could not sustain a
lasting relationship in prison or in the outside world. Some
inmates are compelled to seek sexual expression through
exhibitionism or fetishism yet find themselves punished for their
perversions and often alienated from the rest of the inmates.
Although
homosexuality is widely available on the wing and often practised,
officially it is forbidden, yet inmates do turn a blind eye to long
term prisoners, particularly the Barons or team leaders who should
they be capable of having a homosexual relationship, normally with
a young inmate, are able to have it discreetly.
Bell was now
in his fifth year in Strangeways and well accustomed to the sordid
ordeals he constantly witnessed. He had a good friend in a cell at
the end of the corridor, Bill Mason, the 48-year-old illegitimate
son of a prostitute. When he was young his mother was jailed for
beating and robbing the men she picked up.
At 11, he fell
foul of the law and was sent to a reform school in
Buckinghamshire.
He spent the
next twenty-one years in institutions, emerging at 32 without
having slept with a woman or even drinking a glass of beer.
Confused by
freedom, he
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