Sleep of the Guilty - Sex Stories

Sleep of the Guilty

Jimmy Boyd was a hard man. Towering over most people at six feet tall his casual persona hid the physical, threatening and violent tendencies that earned him his reputation. The long white scar running across the left side of his neck was given to him by a nightclub doorman, just before Jimmy got the better of him. After Jimmy had finished with him his injuries were so bad an ambulance had to rush him to the nearest hospital. Jimmy had an opinion that was without compromise. You either agreed with him or you were wrong. He drank his whiskey by the bottle rather than by the glass and if you were to ask him how he ever managed to get through life, he would be the first to tell you that he had a lot of help from his best friend, Jack Daniels. Some people called him ‘the butcher.’ Others called him ‘scar face.’ But nobody would ever dare say it to his face. Frank Brand said Jimmy was a fearless maniac and probably the reason why he had his blood-type tattooed on his right arm, the day he joined the British Armed Forces. Jimmy’s wife, Sandra never used any of these names. She just called him, ‘that fucking arsehole.’ Before joining the army, Jimmy lived with his parents in a modest council house in a working class area of Gateshead. He was only fourteen when his father fell to his death whilst erecting scaffolding on a multi-storey building. After the funeral he refused to go back to school. He told everyone that he would get a job and look after his mother. Jimmy never lived ...

... up to his mother’s expectations. From the age of fourteen he spent most of his teenage years in and out of young offender’s institutions. Although most of his offences were for minor thefts and ant-social behaviour, when he was eighteen he spent nine months in prison for GBH. Like most young offenders he avoided rehabilitation and acquired a hatred for authority. When he was inside he spent most of his time either boxing or pumping iron in the gym. The only three things that prison gave Jimmy Boyd was independence, a reputation and an amazing physique. The night Frank Brand called into his local pub and offered a lending hand to Jimmy Boyd, it forged a bond of friendship between the two men. Jimmy was already punching and kicking at two men on the floor while a third man swung punches at the back of his head. And even though he was outnumbered, he fought like a man possessed. That’s when Frank decided to make the fight a little more even. After placing a firm arm around his throat he pulled the third man away, dragging him like a rag doll until he was clear of the action. After feeling the brutal force of Jimmy’s violent temper it wasn’t long before the three defeated men escaped through an exit door at the side of the building. After an exchange of hands and a beer at the bar, Jimmy told Frank that the three men had bullied and beaten him through his early school days. Lifting his glass to his mouth he confessed that being a skinny kid with a stammer and his hands and face ...