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Hard Time 5: Cupcake

By Beefy the Bull

Even Beef is having a hard time adjusting.

****WARNINGS****

M/M, M/M/M, Bull, Bovine, Minotaur, Human, Rape, Prison, N/C, Anal, Oral, Spanking, Whipping, Light bondage, Pain, Blood(very light),

Note: This is a love story. A sad, sick, messed up love story.

-Prologue-

-Beef-

The black faceless statue stood tall over me. It was at least thirty feet tall, and a single round hole on its featureless face kept pouring blood out. The hole was right where the mouth should have been and the blood was words.

_Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. _It repeated constantly in a monotone voice.

_He's going to stab you!_Suddenly the statue was thinner and right in front of me.

_He's going to stab your love!_It said gushing blood from the hole.

"Hey Beef! Beef!" Mag was calling me, looking at me upset, like I wasn't paying attention.

I looked back at the statue, but it was just a lamp post, and we were in the prison yard.

"Hey! Like now." Mag said impatiently.

I walked over to Mag and pulled the baggy he had given me from between my cheeks and handed it to him.

"As promised." Mag said as he stepped up to the man holding out the baggie.

"No!" I screamed, defensively stepping between Mag and the bad man. "The lamppost said he's-"

But I was cut off as Mag punched me in the gut.

"Shut up!" he said angrily as I doubled over from the blow.

"But he's going to kill you!" I cried.

"I said shut the fuck up!" He grabbed me roughly and shoved me to the ground.

"Fuck!" he cursed his luck; the commotion had scared the buyer and drawn attention of the guards.

He kicked the dropped baggy at me. "Put that back inside." He ordered tersely.

Gasping for air I picked up the bag and stuffed it quickly back in my ass before the guards caught on.

I protected him, I wish he could see it.

-George-

We were in the cell, I was kneeling naked over Mag's lap, and he was sitting on the edge of his bunk. I was facing Beef across from me, also sitting on the edge of his bunk facing us as he stroked his brown and pink mottled flesh with a crazy smile while he watched not me the plaything, but Mag, his 'god'.

One of Mag's arms was pulling my torso to his, my back pressing in to the warm white fluff and fuzz. His other hand was used under my thigh to lift my ass just enough to position his rod to my hole.

"Uughhhmm." I managed to keep my mouth closed and not cry out too loud this time, as the bull's head pierced my battered opening.

"Good bitch." Mag said as he pressed himself up and me down, and I gently slid down the slick shaft.

Thank gods for the black market, I spent all I had on 'importing' lotion or lube... whatever was available and could be snuck in the joint by being thrown over twenty foot fence and hidden inside someone's ass. And the price was often steep.

Once I was settled on his boner he gripped my shoulders and leaned back some, then started a rhythmic upward thrusting with his powerful hips. With my legs and ankles spread wide, I was kneeling over his crotch taking it hard. I gritted my teeth, intending to not make any embarrassing noises.

Then Mag just pushed on my back, pressing me across the divide and face first in to beef's lap.

"Suck." Mag grunted as he sat up. In my face the brown bull released his cock from his grip and I started to lick the long shaft. Sucking a bull's cock was no easy feat.

Mag gripped the front of my hips, lifting me some and allowing my legs to extend and spread and giving him the leverage to thrust from a seated position.

I was almost ready to take beefs cock in my mouth when Mag oddly granted me reprieve.

"Bitch, stop." He said while he continued plowing between my thighs.

A suspenseful moment passed, filled with the grunting of a breeding bull and my small gasps.

"Cupcake..." Mag used his new pet name for Beef, "You've been ...bad ... no ... blowjob for you tonight." He said as he focused on making me walk with a limp tomorrow.

"I told you... no crazy talk when I'm doing business." Mag said as he stood up and adjusted his position lifting my hips in the air with him.

I was now braced before Beef, holding myself up from the floor in a wheelbarrow position, with my face in beefs crotch.

"Yes Mag." Beef whispered loudly with his head down.

"Bitch, tend to his balls." Mag ordered me.

"Yes Ma-Ggguuhhh" I cried out as the thrusting continued suddenly.

Beef's sack lay before me and I started to lick it as beef continued to stroke.

"Hands off... Cupcake-" Mag said sternly between blows to my bottom. "-You ... don't get that...tonight."

Beef released his hard rod, allowing it to slowly soften and flop on my face and head.

I focused on licking and sucking the brown bull's sack and he griped under my shoulders as he leaned back against the wall, bringing me in to a suspended position between the bunks, with a massive rod in one end and a soft ball sack on the other.

I was lapping at the sack when Mag started to near his end, I could tell with the tightening of his grip and tensing of his muscles that he was close, and when he started to drive home with a brutal strength I knew it was seconds out.

Mag roared loudly as he thrust home between my spread legs one last time pulling on my hips so hard that it hurt. Hot cum gushed in to my wrecked hole and he just arched his back and pulled me into his crotch moaning as his seed filled me.

When he was done he sat down and released my legs, allowing me to slither off the bed and too the cold concrete floor.

"Get in bed with Cupcake." He said panting from his exertion on my ass.

I climb in to the opposite bunk and Beef pulled me in with him.

"No sex." Mag said looking at us sternly for a second before he rolled over into his blanket.

I was looking at his back facing us and beef gripped me tight in his arm, spooning with me. I felt a hot slick of bull seed drizzling out of my loose opening as I lay there. I was a bitch.

I think about an hour or two passed with Mag snoozing in his bunk when he awoke slowly with a yawn and rolled on his back.

"Cupcake, bend over." He said as he sat up.

I never have seen a creature move so quickly. Beef was out of the bunk and bent over the edge, tail up for Mag in a heartbeat.

"What did I tell you about crazy talk while I'm doing business?" he asked as he stood up behind the brown bull, arms crossed.

"Not to say anything." Beef replied, his muzzle buried in the covers.

"That's right." Mag said without moving. "Now suck Bitch's cock." He commanded.

The little bull's muzzle found my crotch quickly and enveloped my dick, with the vast suction he formed there making me hard. After a moment Mag gave an unexpected command:

"Bitch, fuck cupcake." I looked up at him in surprise as I already started to comply. I moved around behind Beef's bent form. Tail still raised in hopes of his 'god' fucking him.

I was still slick and hard from beefs suction on my cock, but I had never fucked a male before. Mag could see my hesitation.

"Do it." Mag ordered me, standing off to the side with arms crossed.

I pressed my cock against the large, loose, and soft opening and slid in with great ease. Mag fucked Beef all the time, and he was loose for it. I wondered if my hole was like this? I started to slide in and out and I cautiously gripped Beef's hip with one hand and raised tail with the other. I looked at the small blue inked tattoo Mag had given him, a little cupcake icon on his ass. The White one had shaved a spot on beef's ass and with a counter ban prison-made tattoo needle carefully inked the cupcake. It was simple, with fat blue lines and after the pelt grew back it was still very visible. I heard Mag tell Beef that it was because 'his ass was a sweet treat, like a warm cupcake'.

Soon I was enjoying a rhythmic thrusting and the strange pleasure from sex with a male. It was easy to do because I was horny; I hadn't had 'sex' in over eight months, because I don't count getting fucked in the ass or giving blowjobs as sex.

The brown bull under me moaned, but not out of pleasure.

"Please Mag, Please!" He cried out.

"It's frustrating isn't it?" Mag asked with casual cruelty.

"Yes! I'm sorry!" Beef cried.

"You want a real cock don't you?"

"Yes! Please Mag! Please!" The subby hornless bull cried aloud as I slid in and out.

I was starting to be insulted, I didn't have a small cock, unless compared to the titanic dicks of the two bulls.

Mag suddenly pushed me off with enough force to send me flying to the other bunk.

"Then why the FUCK did you start babbling about CRAZY SHIT- WHILE I WAS DOING BUSINESS!" Mag roared in a rage as he finished his sentence.

He grabbed Beef's head in both hands, pulling his face from the blanket, and bringing Beef to his knees on the cell floor before Mag.

"T-The lamppost was warning me!" Beef squealed in fear.

The look in Mag's eyes was one of rage, but slowly softened my sorrow. Hands that were ready to crush his friend's skull softened into caresses. It was the kindest moment I had seen in Mag ever.

"It's ok Cupcake." He said petting the kneeling brown bull, and pulling his head in to his belly for an embrace. " -It's ok."

Beef was crying openly. Soft sobs against the white bull's belly.

"I - I just wanted to warn you..." Beef sobbed.

"I know." Mag said. "Bend over my bunk. The end of it." He said softly. I was scared of Mag anytime he said anything softly.

Beef stood slowly and solemnly, and positioned himself over the metal foot of Mag's bunk and bent over it kneeing on the ground. There was a small space at the foot of his bunk where the door opened and in front of the toilet, it was the largest open space in the tiny cell. Mag moved towards the head of his bunk and I quickly moved out of his way to Beef's bunk. It was a skill to figure out what they were doing or wanted and to not be in the way. Otherwise I would be bull-handled roughly out of said way.

Mag removed from under his bunk a short strip of rubber belting like from a car engine and a sheet that had been twisted and knotted into a rope of sorts. He wadded up the blanket from his bed and stuffed a twisted up part of it in to Beef's maw. The rope-sheet was used to tie around Beef's muzzle, then knotted around each extended wrist, and then finally tied to the metal frame of the bunk. Mag knotted the knots twice.

I vaguely remember Mag doing this once before, but it's not clear in my mind- I was a little traumatized by my first month in the cell. Now I was watching silently in fascination and horror from the corner of Beef's bunk.

Once Mag was comfortable and had checked all of his work, he moved behind Beef and knelt down over the tied down bull.

"You know why I'm doing this?" he asked quietly.

The tied muzzle nodded.

"This is because ... This is because..." he paused. "I love you Cupcake." The words were clearly difficult for him to say.

He stood up, grasped and raised Beef's slender tufted tail, and brandished the old automotive type belt. He raised it up as the space in the cell allowed and brought it down with force.

The sound was odd. A rubber belt impacting a softly fuzzed bull's ass, it was sort of silenced, but loud as far as being in a quiet cell goes.

Beef flinched- as did I, it looked and sounded like it hurt. Mag raised the belt again, and impacted again- It continued, over and over. It was brutal. At first each impact made Beef groan in the gag, but now it was just sobbing. The redness of his bottom was visible even through the pelt. He started to pull on the blanket rope, and wiggle, trying to find freedom from the restraint. It must have hurt badly. The belt continued to land hard on his ass. He struggled for a while, body tensing before the strikes, tears running down his muzzle. But even the tension left his body after a while, and he was slack for the last few strikes.

Mag paused and released the ropes from the bulls muzzle and wrists, then returned to the belting again. There was blood at this point, and the small brown bull just lay there, eyes vacant as the belt landed several more times.

He was broken.

Mag stopped and tossed the rubber belt on the floor. He pulled Beef's limp form from the bunk and dropped him on the floor. Mag stood over the bloody brown bull and placed his hoofs near his snout.

"I am your god, _My_voice is the one you listen to!" He said loudly.

"Y...Y-Yes god." A quiet and frightened voice cracked from the brown bull, and the tears renewed.

"The other voices are liars." He said and waited.

The silence in the cell was long and empty.

"Yes god." The broken trembling voice said breaking the long silence.

"I love you Beef." Mag said strongly.

"I love you too god." The brown one said with a tearful hint of a smile.

Mag lifted Beef up from the floor and laid him on his side on the bunk I was hiding on.

"Clean that mess up." Mag commanded me, as he slid behind the bull and spooned Beef; pulling the blankets over them.

I moved out of their way and started to clean up.

"Please god?" I heard the broken voice beg.

That was followed shortly by male grunting.

Next time I turned around. Mag had Beef face down and was drilling his abused ass with force. I turned away and continued to make Mag's bunk back up.

Mag fucked Beef hard that night. He was doing it for Beef-I could tell- he didn't bother to last that long for himself, well he never did with me anyway. And he never gave reach-arounds like he was now. I lay back on Mag's bunk as the fucking continued. When he was done I heard him whispering sweet nothings in to Beef's ear for a while.

-Epilogue-

-Mag-

I lay behind him holding him with both arms, a sticky slick covering my cock as it pressed against his ass.

The first time the voices in Cupcake's crazy little head told him to kill, he was in the hole for six months for trying to stomp a guard to death. It didn't help him any, it made him worse- For six months insane voices were all he heard or saw. I hate to admit it but Cupcake needs some serious fucking help that the humans can't and won't give him. Even the sedation they are so fond of in their psychiatric medicine would probably be better for him than this, but this is prison, and medications like that are a no-no.

I hated to think of him like this, voices from walls, corners, and puddles of water 'telling' him crazy shit -like the guard is trying to stab him or that there are puppy dogs living under the tiled floor. At first the best I could do for him is keep him close and tell him to ignore the voices, but that didn't work. A few years back I was so pissed when he fucked up and listened to the voices that told him to start a fight- one I had to finish. And after I kicked the shit from Beef, he was better for about four or five months. After some thought -and some conversation with the warden (who agreed that it would be best if I kept the crazy little bull in check) - I 'acquired' a few items, and gave him his first proper belting. With some refinement I found a method that worked reliably for us both for around six to eight months at a time.

Because of my understanding with the warden, having a rope and belt, and beating Cupcake until he was bloody wasn't a problem, and the guards wouldn't interfere.

I belted him in to submission and then told him I was the god of the voices, and the others were lies trying to confuse him. I pissed on him once but that didn't seem to help, so I don't do that anymore. I wasn't doing this to hurt him; rather it was all I could do to help him.

So now every now and again I made Cupcake bend over and belt him just a little just to re-enforce the idea. He likes it, I can tell. He was always hard after a light belting. The heavy beltings are more difficult for us both. Physically and mentally. Cupcake can't even wear pants or sit for a week after a heavy belting. I have to cut off the bottom of his jumpsuit and take him to the infirmary to have ointment put on his ass. And he's so quiet as he tries to fight the voices I know he still hears. I know it's so hard for him.

I hate hurting cupcake. But I love him.

-End-