Hope For The Hopeless - A Matt Tuck/BFMV Story

I never thought it would be me sitting on the other side of a single window door. The hollow echoing sound of a steel prison door slamming is one that will never leave my mind as long as I live. I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into. What had I done?

Prison wasn't like what you see on TV. For instance, the other inmates and I don't get the privilege of being able to see the other cells around us. There were no bars, no windows except for the single in the door. The bathroom was nothing more than a large porcelain bowl, smeared over in feces and other bodily fluids. The smell radiating off of it was enough to make me nauseous. It surprised me that even the flies could stand it. My bed? I couldn't even call it a bed. It was a decrepit egg crate mattress pad covered over with the thinnest of sheets. We didn't even get a blanket to fend off the icy cold that struck every evening in our cells. It was either freeze or rely on your cell mate for warmth, and even I wasn't about to stoop to that level.

I couldn't believe the conditions I had been reduced to. I'd rather be dead. Even the fluorescent light above me seemed to be on it's last leg, it's flickering a sure sign it was indeed ready to go out. Nearly two weeks here and I was already wanting to leave. Anyone that enjoyed prison had some serious issues. I spent 23 hours a day in my cell, staring at the walls around me, everyday crying and screaming for the things that I've done. Why was no one listening to me? I was sorry for what I did. Wasn't I?

My thoughts bounced back between two emotions, anger and hate. Hate for myself and anger for my wife. My wife. That little bitch probably squealed on me to the guys. She's probably fucking each and everyone of them, having the time of her life while her husband rots in some God forsaken steel cell. She left me stuck in here, fighting for my life against the other inmates. I didn't deserve this. I was a good man. I was good to her. Sure I got a little angry, but those little bastards deserved what they got. As soon as I get out here, they're the first people I'm crossing off.

Keys rattling and my door open caused me to take my eyes away from the wall and place them on the guard that stood in the doorway.

"Showers." he grunted, the only word leaving his mouth. I nodded my head solemnly, knowing I was in for more than a shower. Nearly two weeks and I'd already become somebody's bitch. Me of all people. I hung my head as I got up, following the guard down the hall and into the crowd of other inmates. I could hear snickers and comments, most of them derogatory. I ignored them, hoping they'd just go away. They never did.

****Forewarning: The section of story coming up is NOT for the faint of heart! It is slightly violent and degrading. If you'd rather not read this, skip on to the stars after this section.****

Showers were four minutes long and unsupervised. It was the longest four minutes of my life played over and over every day. However, it didn't make it any less painful, or demeaning. All the men were sent in to do their business, all of them making their way towards a different stall. I'd learned to be quick so that I could shower before anything happened. Not that it helped any.

Not two minutes later, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. The familiarity increasing as the grip got stronger, twisting me around and shoving me hard into the wall. I let a scream of agony pass my lips as my spine nailed the water nozzles dead on. My legs felt weak and my back throbbed, but that didn't stop him from laughing, pulling his fist back and slamming it violently into my jaw. The crack that followed alerted me to a broken jaw. MY broken jaw. I'd learned not to fight back, for it only made more men gang up on me. One was enough I'd learned the first few nights I was here. How the prison guards let them get away with it was beyond me.

I felt a rough grip on my dick before an even rougher pain had me yelling in pain. The skin slightly tearing under his rough calloused hands.

"How do you like that, pretty boy? Do you like being pushed around? Do you like being abused, pretty boy?" he sneered, his breath reeked as it fell over my face before I was roughly turned around, once again thrown against the wall. The water nozzles, however, didn't come into contact with me again. But what did next was the same agonizing pain every night. I felt the man lean back a bit, gaining force before shoving his dick into me, the sound of skin tearing meeting my ears as he shoved in and out. I gripped the wall in front of me, praying for it to be over. I could feel the blood trickling down my leg as he moaned in pleasure, my screams of agony giving him what he needed to spill inside of me.

I thought it was over when he pulled out, but how wrong was I? An entirely new feeling entered me, possibly even more painful than before. Through the tears in my eyes, I managed to look back to see the same man, broomstick in hand and a maniacal grin on his face. I cried in pain, wishing the guards would come in. But they never did. Not until it was done and over with. Not until they noticed I hadn't come out of the showers. Not until they'd come in and realized I had once again passed out on the floor from pain.

The guards did nothing but pick me up, grab my clothes and carry me haphazardly back to my cell. They threw me on my bed and left me there, still bleeding and still in pain.

I always awoke the next morning in more pain than the night before, my clothes scattered on the floor around me. It was always the same. Once again, the same thought ran through my head. How many nights of being sodomized do I have to go through before the guards begin to give a damn? I never got an answer.

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Sarah's P.O.V.

I swatted at whatever was gently touching my nose, hoping to go back to sleep. I smiled when it stopped, but quickly opened my eyes when it started again. I came face to face with Matt's icy blues and his gorgeous smile.

"Hey there beauty." he whispered. I felt my cheeks tinge pink at his pet name for me. It had been so long since I'd heard someone tell me I was beautiful.

"Hi." I whispered just as softly.

"You've been asleep for about ten hours, so we decided it was time for you to wake up. Besides, Evie misses her mommy. And the guys miss their friend."

I couldn't help but smile.

"They miss me, or you miss me?" I questioned, smirking lightly.

"Okay! So I miss you, too. But the guys do want to see you." he spoke, his fingers running up and down my injured arm. I nodded before shooing him out so that I could shower and change, only to realize I was still slightly incapable of showering on my own, for my shoulder was still injured.

I heard a light knock on the door before a dark head popped in.

"Jay said you would need help showering, so I got recruited because I'm female." she laughed. I laughed along before she introduced herself.

"I'm Ericka, by the way. I'm Jay's girlfriend." she spoke, holding her hand out to me as I walked over to her.

"Sarah." I spoke, taking her tiny hand in mine. "And thank you."

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Showered and dressed, I walked down the steps with Ericka, only to be met with one of the funniest sights in the world. All the guys were running around the house, trash bags in hand as they haphazardly cleaned up the mess. Why it took them ten hours to do so is beyond me, but as long as I didn't have to do it, I was okay with it.

I giggled lightly before walking into the kitchen just in time to see Padge get an eye full of mushed peas. He sat across from a giggling, squealing Evie and shook his head. Abigail's laughter filled the room as she sat in a chair at the table, her legs dangling over the edge.

"That is so not funny! How in the Hell do you feed these things!" he wailed, tossing his hands in the air.

"You're not doing it right, Uncle Padge." spoke Abigail around a mouthful of pizza.

I held back a snicker as he looked at her incredulously. I couldn't contain my laughter anymore as Evie launched another spoonful of peas at him, expertly nailing him the eye, once again.

Padge looked over at me before a smirk crossed his face.

"Padge." I warned. "Don't you dare." I said sternly.

"Hey, you're her mum, not mine." he spoke, still grinning before launching mushed peas across the room. I screamed before ducking out of the way, snickering at the splattered mess on the wall. I watched as Jay walked towards the kitchen to see what the commotion was, and watched as his face paled before turning bright red.

"I just cleaned this kitchen!" he yelled exasperatedly. "How do you always manage to mess everything up right after I've cleaned it?"

Padge gave a sheepish grin before another spoonful of peas made it's way to the middle of the tiled floor.

"Kids got an arm on her, eh?" asked Padge.

Jay just laughed before walking away.

It was then and there that I realized I was going to be okay. I had the most amazing people in my life and nothing could go wrong. Right?