Hard Time
#1 of Hard Time
Hard Time
By: Beefy the Bull
A man does 'hard time' in prison.
M/M, Bull, Minotaur, Bovine, Human, Rape, Anal, Oral, Gang rape, Prison, Domination and Submission.
Note: this story contains my favorite Characters, but is non-cannon with their main story line, and I don't much like the poor way I portray them in this story, they are much kinder, and really just two great and honest bulls.
George 'Big-E' was a petty criminal, running small time rip-off scams, and he had been living large, but his fortune ran out when he not only got caught, but he took the fall for several other crimes he had nothing to do with, which was quite unfortunate for him. That's how he got put in the big house, doing 'Hard time'.
George was scared, this was totally unfair, they were putting him in with hardened criminals, he tried not to show his fear as the guard walked him through the cell block to his new home for the next five years.
The prison was high security, and rather than bars on the cells, there were steel doors, with small grates in the center. Dressed in nothing but an orange jumpsuit, and prison-issue white slip-on shoes George followed the guards down the rows of cells, as cat calls came out from the small grates , mocking and frightening him.
"Twink" cried one.
"Naw, he's a girl straight up." said another whooping with laughter.
"Walking Fuck-Hole!" yelled someone, in an accusing and angry manner.
Even though he couldn't see in to the cells, they could see him, and he could feel the eyes watching him. George didn't want to get fucked by some gangster, he knew he would have to act tough, and try to get on good terms with some one that would protect him.
"Lately we've been at max capacity so you're going to have two cell mates instead of one." said one of the guards.
The two guards stopped outside a cell door and radioed for the control room to open the door. George was scared and nervous as hell, and it didn't help when the guards looked at him and shook their heads.
Then a buzzer sounded and the door clanked open. They told George to step forward ...in to the cell. As George stepped in, the guard un-cuffed him and called out to his new cellmates:
"Mag, Beef, you guys got a new celly."
George was in complete shock when he saw one of his cell mates, a huge brown bull looking at him cruelly. The bull was wearing an orange jumpsuit too, but it was unzipped and the upper half tied around his waist. He had both horns sawn off short, and George almost didn't notice the tattoos, they seemed subtle at first, under his short dark fur.
"You two be nice to him." Piped in the second guard.
Then his other cell mate pushed the big brown bull aside, the white Minotaur was even bigger than the brown one, and he didn't look friendly. Wearing the same jumpsuit in the same style, this bull was ten times as intimidating. His rack was intact, his physique was massive, and his tattoos were bold, his short white fur contrasted with the black lines of ink, and they could be read like ink on a piece of paper.
"You interrupted us for this?" He said angrily as he scowled at George.
George was staring at the white bull's tattoos, and they scared him. A lot. One in an arc across his stomach read "Queer Bull' and a huge 'Q' on his upper left chest above the nipple, a 'B' on his right. He could just make out a small line of text across his waist line: 'Your Ass Here' with a small arrow pointing down. The rest of his body had thin lines of a tribal tattoo pattern in a blue-ish ink, it was like the ghost flame paint on a low rider, almost invisible unless seen from up-close and the right angle.
George snapped back to reality when the cell door slammed shut behind him. Suddenly the cell was very small, mostly due to the two hulking bulls filling most of it.
"Like what you see bitch?" The white bull asked coldly.
"Nice tat's" he played it cool.
"What's your name bitch?" The white bull asked.
" 'Names George."
"That's Beef-" he jerked his finger at the other bull "-and I'm Mag, and your name is Bitch now. Got it?"
"Only if bitch is slang for ass-kicker- which bunk is mine?" George walked past the bull. He was seriously freaking out, this was not good, he tried to play it cool and not be intimidated- he had to act tough- the problem was, he was intimidated, and far from calm.
"Hey, Bitch has a sense of humor, that's a good thing right Beef?" Mag said as he pushed George, who stumbled into Beef's grasp.
"Mag, can he sleep with me tonight?" Asked Beef, ignoring the terrified man in his grip, it was now that George could read the tattoo on Beef's chest and stomach. His said 'Queer Steer' and 'Q. S.' in text style matching Mag's.
"No, I think he's sleeping in my bunk tonight- better yet-why don't we let him decide?" A sadistic grin spread across Mag's muzzle.
Beef pushed George in to the middle of the cell, between the two bulls and their bunks.
"Ok bitch, who you bunking with tonight? Pick me, I'll be gentle." Mocked Beef.
"Don't listen to that slut Beef, besides you know you want to be on this." Mag grabbed his crotch.
"Yah know, I'll just sleep on the floor over here tonight, and we can figure it all out later..." George said starting towards the place on the floor between the bunks, hoping this was just some sort of harmless hazing. But he couldn't ignore the thought that this probably wasn't.
"No bitch. We won't let our new play-toy sleep on the floor, you're a guest in our humble palace, and I insist you take a bunk... mine." With that Mag grabbed George and threw him to the bunk.
"But before you and I bed down for the night, I want to finish what Beef and I were doing before you interrupted. Stay put." said Mag, as he turned to Beef.
George watched in horror as Beef bent over for Mag; Beef was Mag's bitch, it only said 'Mag's Bitch' in a large tattoo across the brown bull's back. His thin figure and lack of horns made him look like nothing next to Magnum's bulk. It was then he noticed beef's jumpsuit was on backwards, the fly over his rear...
"Besides you'll need all the rest you can get for tonight." Mag said lightly as he unbuttoned his jumpsuit's fly.
George saw the size of Mag's cock and it was huge- it could tear a man in half! And then Mag speared the other bull, giving him a strong and quick fuck, and what he realized was a preview of his night with Mag. George was terrified by the spectacle, and he couldn't watch, he was still a virgin 'back there' and he wanted it to stay that way. Mag had a black prison-gang tattoo on his upper back: ' Sadist' it read in huge arcing, ornate letters across the powerful back, just below the shoulders.
Mag was quick with Beef, and breathing hard from the exertion he washed off his member in the sink, and looked over to eye his next victim. George pushed himself back against the wall, scared to death of what was coming. He looked over at Beef, with forlorn hope that he would do something to help him, Mag saw the look, and said:
"Don't worry, I'll give you to him when I'm done with you -tomorrow morning."
Finished cleaning up, Mag turned to the bunk- and George, and as he stepped up to the bunk, an officer shouted:
"Lights out!" and the lights in the cellblock and cells started to go out, and Mag grabbed George's arms as the lights went out and darkness filled the cell.
"Get off- NO! Noooo..." George's cries echoed the cell block.
Mag's grasp was like steel, his hands could wrap all the way around George's arms, and George found his struggles to be pointless, but he resisted despite the fact. Mag smiled sadistically as he forcefully turned George around, and bent him down. Leaning in close, Mag whispered in his ear:
"Quiet bitch, I don't want your throat to be sore. Now I'm going to let go of your arms, I want you to unbutton your jump suit. If you don't, I'll just cause you some pain, and then rip off your clothes. This is the last decision you get to make. Got it bitch?"
In a fast move, Mag let loose of one arm, and grabbed the front of George's neck, and then he released George's other arm, and grabbed the man's crotch through his clothes. George gasped at the second grab, he realized he was in a vulnerable position, Mag was defiantly in charge. And now it was his move, he wasn't sure what to do, this was really happening! Did he surrender himself to the horny bull, and hope it wouldn't be too bad, or try and fight? Mag would win... what to do? He was breathing hard, and his legs shook.
"Bitch, hurry up and make the last decision you ever will." He gave George a shake for emphasis. But then he added in an almost understanding tone:
"I know, it's hard, this being the last decision you ever will make of your own free will." Then regaining his sadism- "Now hurry up bitch." Mag shook him once more with a steely grip on George's balls.
George had to try to fight, but it would be suicide... what if he just gave in... it would be one night, then he would tell the guards... not what he wanted, but better than getting badly beaten or killed.
Trembling he started to unbutton his jumpsuit. When he was done he slowly slid it off and standing only in his boxers, with the bull's firm grip on him, he shook and tears quietly filled his eyes.
"Good choice bitch." Mag's words were dripping with cruelty.
He forced George down to his hands and knees, and held him in place with a weighty hand as he moved in front of him, and sat on the bunk with one leg on either side of George with one hand on the back of George's head, the bull commanded:
"Now bitch, I will instruct you on what to do, and you will listen, and if you don't do what I tell you, you will sorely regret it. Do you need further explanation as to why, or do you understand? Nod."
George nodded yes.
"Good bitch. You're going to do one of two things- you will ether start by sucking my dick, or by kissing my balls. The decision is not yours, but mine. You only get to pick which one. Got it? Now you will answer by starting.
He pulled the back of George head towards the musky crotch. Choose one. Ok, George thought- the less invasive of the two. He kissed each huge seed filled orb once.
"Good bitch, I see your training will be short. Now suck my dick, and be thorough." Mag commended then ordered.
The massive bull's cock filled his mouth, it tasted like the musky smell that emanated from the bulls crotch, a potent and overwhelming smell. He gagged on the cock that's tip alone filled his mouth. Mag's hand rested heavily on the back of his head pushing him down forcefully, and after sucking slowly on the cock, Mag groaned some, and commended him:
"Good you bitch... uhhh, Good!" He moaned.
George was crying quietly to himself as precum oozed in to his mouth, giving him the salty taste and slimy texture that would remain for the rest of the night, reminding him that he had sucked cock.
Mag decided that was enough, and pushed George back roughly. The bull stood, his cock at full length, glistening from saliva and precum. The bull grabbed him by the back of the neck and tore off his boxers, throwing them aside uncaringly, then forced George to bend over the edge of the bunk, as the bull positioned himself behind George. He tried to fight free, but no matter how hard he tried to pull from the bull's grasp he couldn't budge.
"No stop it!" He cried out.
"That's right bitch, fight me! Struggle!" Mag laughed maniacally as George struggled.
Mag twisted both of George's arms behind his back holding both the man's wrists together with one hand, freeing his right to help spread the man's legs, held apart by the bull's set of hooves.
"Please no!" George begged, still trying to twist free from the experienced and steely grasp.
Mag's free hand grasped his huge cock, and guided it, sliding the dripping tip across the lower back, and George's rump, until it caught in the center and slid down touching his virgin hole.
With a single swing of his huge hips, Mag pierced the man, and ran deep.
"Nooooo-" George's cry turned in to howl of pain as he was torn by the bull cock.
The bull fucked him ruthlessly, satisfied to have a virgin, and a wiggler at that. Sliding in and out, Mag felt his cock pulse and grow harder with the man's every cry and struggle. Riding him for more than an hour, stretching and forcing the man to take more and more, breaking him, turning him in to a pliable slut. Yes, it might take a few nights, but this man, this bitch would break. Mag felt close to cuming, and he leaned down laying his weight on the man, and thrusted at full speed taking himself past the brink. He placed his snout next to the man's ear, licking it as he fired his powerful shot in to his fuck hole. Then whispering sadistically in George's ear:
"Your mine, Bitch."
Waking that morning, in Beef's bunk, George found himself snuggling on Beefs back, his face laying on the tattooed word 'bitch'. It was early as hell, and George was sobbing still from his rape last night, he was repulsed by the beast he was laying with, and he pushed back from him, but dared not move, and risk waking him. Mag had been true to his word and had passed George over to Beef when he was ...done... with him. Beef hardly messed with him, it had only been a cock sucking, nothing compared to what Mag had done.
The two bulls stirred and awoke, though the lights were still out they started their daily routine. Mag and Beef both stood, and Beef kissed Mag lovingly.
"Good morning you sexy boy, how was he last night?" Mag asked Beef about George's performance.
"Not too bad, you wore him out though. I want him first tonight, while he's still fresh." Beef replied.
"Well we can talk about it later in yard today. Besides I still haven't decided if I should sell him." Mag replied.
George was shocked and frightened to be talked about like he was a slave in his own presence by his two tormentors. As if he didn't have any say in his own life... and it was then he realized he probably didn't anymore.