Hard time 4
#4 of Hard Time
Hard time 4
By: Beefy the Bull
Becoming a sadist.
Warning: I don't usually include warnings, but this one's a bit harsh, and includes a lot of violence. I think it's a bit sad too at some points.
This part of the story takes place after Magnum was put in jail and before beefy joined him.
Prison was mostly a boring routine, wake up, stretch and do sit-ups and pushups, wait for the lights to be turned on, morning roll call, breakfast. Today would be oatmeal, Magnum decidedly liked the oatmeal, it was actually not half bad.
Then with a loud clunk, as a guard threw the breaker, the rows of florescent bulbs all blinked a few times and buzzed on, lighting the cells with the dull bluish light. Magnum blinked his eyes and wiped them, unable to do anything about the soreness caused by the constant exposure to florescent light. And then the racket of morning started, as the inmates woke up for the morning-
" Roll Call!" shouted the guard, the same guard that did every morning, except Tuesdays and Wednesdays, those were his days off.
" Come on ladies, line up!" -he always had a lame or clichéd line. You could tell when his morning had started off badly, when his line was particularly weak.
All the prisoners lined up inside the minuscule cells, and faced the doors, after the guards were satisfied that everyone was toeing the line, the guard in the control booth at the end of the cell block looking down through the armored window saw the signal from one of the guards on the ground and switched the cell doors open. With a loud clattering, all the cell doors rattled opened, all the prisoners stepped out two steps, and stood in place, as the block sergeant ticked off names on his list.
" All right, all clear. Back in, we have new arrivals this morning." the sergeant announced once he was done with his clip board.
" Woohoo!"
" Git some!"
" Fresh meat!"
And a plethora of other shouts and cat calls were heard across the cell block as the prisoners re-entered the cells. Most seemed to find it of great interest whenever new prisoners showed up, anything that changed the monotony.
It wasn't more than half an hour after breakfast before three guards marched in with a group of five prisoners dressed in fresh un-faded orange jumpsuits, and placed them in front of the cells that would be their new home, and possibly hell, for a nice long sentence. Magnum was surprised when a young man was stopped in front of his cell.
Well at least he wouldn't be so bored with someone to talk to, he had his cell to himself for the last year. He was curious of the new cellmate but one thing prison teaches you is patience. He leaned against the back wall of the cell and waited. Five cell doors slid open once more and allowed the new prisoners in before closing loudly behind them. Magnum looked over the young man, he must have been only twenty five, he was tall, and thin and pale, but quite handsome. Magnum put his best guess that he was in for theft- he looked to clean for drug dealing.
" Welcome to my home, and who might you be?" Magnum asked slowly and politely, but with an air of control.
" I'm Jason, Jason Constantine." the young man held out his hand, a move that surprised Magnum as much as Jason's smooth and pleasant voice.
"Magnum." the bull identified himself as he took the man's hand and shook it firmly. "And you are here why?"
" Depends on who you believe more, me, or the federal government." he paused a moment. "Embezzlement." he said dryly.
" And in reality?" Magnum asked concealing his curiosity.
" I didn't make friends with my politics. Someone pulled a few strings, and..." Jason gestured and looked around the cell for emphasis.
"I see." Magnum paused. "Murder." He said calmly -and noticed Jason stiffen slightly. "He deserved it, even though it was an accident." Magnum amended as he sat on his bunk. "Well then, I suppose I won't be using that as a table anymore." Magnum gestured with his horns to the bunk across from him.
"Hmm." was all Jason offered.
" You don't seem like the type."
"To be in prison? No. I should be leading this country in a better direction, not rotting in here." Jason said in a frustrated tone.
"So what are you a communist?" Magnum snorted.
" Huh, no. I am a realist."
" As in real-politic?" Magnum asked curiously. "Right-wing?"
" Closer. Edging on centrist though. I believe we need to merge the realities of human nature with politics, instead of holding old and tired ideals, after all politics are people, they say. So tell me, do I have the joy of spending my time with someone who is educated in politics and books?" Jason said in a more upbeat tone, glad to have a discussion that was up his alley.
" Do I surprise you?" Magnum asked wondering if he had been underestimated.
" Well, yes actually. I was expecting to be locked in with a dull thug- or worse."
" Well I had not woken up this morning expecting to have a cell mate, and one that makes a good impression at that." Magnum said empathetically.
"Well we are equally surprised then."
" Truly."
And so Magnum began the process of teaching Jason how to survive in prison- how to act around others, how to not get beaten up, how not to get raped in the showers, and a plethora of other information to keep him alive and well in the high security prison for the years to come.
Magnum was quickly impressed with Jason, he was from the start a excellent cell mate. He was clean and polite, having a conversation with him wasn't like talking to a uneducated dummy or a brick wall, and not to mention he was easy on the eyes. Magnum started to notice a stir within him, he honestly hadn't felt very sexual in the last year, and when he did, he took care of himself -unlike most of the gangsters who felt they had to force themselves upon some other prisoner. Then Magnum began to wonder about Jason's sexuality, more so as after a few months, he still would catch Jason sneaking a peak at the bull's nude body. He understood curiosity, Jason having never seen one like Magnum, but to still be so curious, and after so many months? He decided to find out the truth, Jason had once stated himself to be interested in females, but the bull would find out for sure. After a week of planning and considerations, one night, while changing his boxer shorts, Magnum confronted Jason- in the nude.
" I saw you peak. So what is it? Are you really straight?" Magnum asked outright, with a tinge of accusation, just enough he hoped to pull out the truth.
"I..." Jason looked at the bull parts, then the ground in silence.
"Jason, you know me, now tell me the truth." Magnum said in an understanding tone.
"Uhhh..."
" Jason, its fine if you're not, and as cell mates we have no secrets." He reminded the man.
" You already told me what happens to gay guys in prison." Jason stated dourly.
" Jason, did I not already make it clear that I am bisexual? And do you think I would not protect you?" Magnum posed as a serious question.
" Well...I... yes, you did.." Jason admitted.
"Well now that my end of this is clear..." Magnum intoned.
"Fine...between you and me...I'm gay. I trust you won't tell the others?"
" No I won't, why didn't you tell me before?"
"I had no desire to be raped or beaten for it."
" But I already made it clear to you that I'm Bi."
" Yes, but I wasn't sure if that was for real, or a ploy- as you taught me, nothing is as it seems here."
" And so you have caught on quick." Magnum clapped Jason on the back, and sat on his bunk. "So, I take it your politics become un-popular once the gay issue is posed?" Magnum asked with interest, spawning a conversation about one's sexuality that lasted late in to the night.
Magnum was closer to Jason for the next month, and sitting nude in the cell while talking became far more common, as did conversations about sexuality. Then late one afternoon Magnum made the first move.
"Jason, I love you." he said as he pushed Jason against the back wall of the cell, and then leaned in for a kiss. After the long passion filled kiss, he broke, both were quiet for a moment, then Jason started to say something...
"Mag.. I... Is this a good idea?"
" Why not, are we not both interested in each other? Are we not both confined to a small room together? Are we both not frustrated?"
" Yes that's all true, but..."
"But what Jason? I know you ache for something more, you have been poor at hiding it lately."
" That's true, but I have no desire to be shared with the rest of the block." Jason said matter-of-factly.
" I won't let that happen." Magnums statement was short and flat.
" So you think you will always be around me? That we will never somehow be placed apart? What then?"
"We will keep it a secret." Magnum said with frustration a hint of anger.
"How? You know that rumors spread quick around here." Jason let out a hint of his own anger.
Magnum walked over to the cell door an peeked through the grate." I'll show you." he said with a slight smile spreading across his muzzle.
"I don't think that's-" but Jason got no further in his words.
" Shower time! Alright cells 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, and 114, drop'em and get your asses out here!" one of the guards yelled as the six cell doors rattled open, and nude prisoners stepped out.
" Hurry up Jason!" Magnum said with a smile, as he, already nude, holding his shorts on the tip of his finger, dropped them to the ground, then stepped out. Jason knew making the others wait would not bode well for him, and though he wanted to talk things over with Magnum, and didn't like how this was playing out, he had no time, so he quickly dropped his shorts and stepped out of the cell. Had he taken but a moment longer, he might incur the wrath of other prisoners. He had already observed what happens to those who make everyone else wait for food or yard time. Usually the beating they receive is so severe, they spend at least a week in the infirmary. Standing naked next to Magnum, he waited as the cell doors clanked shut, and the guard ordered them to turn and start walking towards the showers. This part made him uneasy, as he knew that only a few steps to his right walked one of the blocks most notorious and dangerous gangsters.
Jackson 'Slayer' David was in for murder, extortion, and rape. On the outside, he was a head man in a violent criminal gang from Los Angeles, inside he was no different. He lead the blocks section of the Death Iron gang, and violently enforced itself over others. Thankfully Magnum was a force to be reckoned with, and they had failed in past attempts to rid themselves of the 'abomination' they felt Magnum was. The prisoners filed into the shower area, that consisted of one large room subdivided in to three separate areas by floor to ceiling walls. The prisoners split in to three groups, three cells of Death Iron gangsters moved to the far right side, two other cells moved to the center, and Magnum and Jason moved to the far left side. Magnum turned the water on and set it to a steaming hot tempiture. Jason wanted to talk more about what Magnum had said, but didn't want to be overheard by the other prisoners, so he lathered some soap and began to wash himself. He was surprised when Magnum pushed him against the wall, and placed a hand over his mouth. " Shhh, love." he then removed his hand.
"Magnum this isn't a good idea what if..."
"Shhh, no, just stay quiet love."
Magnum turned Jason around and faced him towards the wall, the hardening bull hood brushing against Jason's back.
"Mag, don't." Jason half whispered, afraid of being heard.
"Don't worry" Magnum whispered in Jason's ear, as he lathered some soap on his cock.
Jason tried to push himself away from the wall, but the bull's strong hands prevented him. With one hand Magnum griped Jason's neck, and the other he touched and caressed the man, feeling where ever he pleased.
"This isn't a good idea-" Jason stopped mid word as a bull's finger pushed in, and stretched the tight opening.
"Just enjoy it heart, I'll take care of the rest." Then a second finger pushed and wormed in, and Jason grunted from the stretch. Then as quickly as they entered both were gone, and Jason had a moments reprieve as the bull cleaned his hand.
The slicked bull hood found its way to Jason's cleft, and gently probed about for the entry. He leaned towards Jason's ear to whisper:
" I love you-" he punctuated his words with a groan as he pushed in slowly, taking then tight man.
Jason started to cry out, but Magnums hand covered his mouth.
"Shhh-Shhh love." The bull started to thrust, but he respected the limits of a humans abilities, and didn't force himself further than he felt the man could take, as he settled in to a rhythm. Magnum felt so blissful, he hadn't had sex in more than a year, and Jason was tighter than Beefy... Magnum decided to avoided thinking about him right now.
But soon he felt he couldn't hold back much longer, and picked up his pace, and what felt all too soon, he released a torrent of pent-up sexual frustration. As he relaxed after his release, he let go of Jason and leaned himself against the tiled wall as he caught his breath. Only then was he faintly aware of Jason dropping to the ground -moaning as he tried not to cry out in pain. Magnum forced himself to resist his inclination to relax in the afterglow, he squatted over Jason who was kneeling with his head and hand s against the shower wall.
"Are you ok?" He asked with genuine concern.
"No." Jason said tearfully. Then he snapped at Magnum as the bull lay a hand on his shoulder.- "Don't touch me!"
"Jason, I'm sorry, but try to keep quiet." Magnum tried to move to one side and face the man, but Jason turned his down cast head away.
"Just keep away from me." he said in a low tone as he tried to collect himself. Magnum feeling frustrated stood up and snorted.
"Fine." And he moved over to the steaming water and cleaned himself up.
After a moment Jason stood and cleaned himself too, gently touching his rear, he cleaned the bull seed from it. Magnum saw the other prisoners heading to the exit, and knew shower time was almost up.
"Come on, let's go." Magnum called over his shoulder to Jason, as if nothing had happened. Jason shut off the water shot him a dirty look.
"You better cool out unless you want them to know..." the words only angered Jason more, he knew the bull was right, he was acting too pouty, and every one would pick up on that. He tried to quickly compose himself and he caught up to Magnum and toweled dry next to him in silence. Then it was a short but cold walk back to the cell.
Once the doors had clattered shut, Jason quickly started to dress, as he pulled up his boxers Magnum interrupted.
"Look love, why don't you come over here and warm up with me in my bunk?" Magnum tried to make amends as he lay down nude.
Jason only paused a second to glare at magnum before continuing to dress, the he climbed in to his bunk and picked up the last book he was reading. The cell was still and silent for a moment.
"Well fuck you too." Magnum said angrily, as he turned over and waited for lights-out.
Jason cried quietly after hearing the bulls words, and stopped pretending to read. The cell was empty of words for the night.
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After silence between the two for most of the next day, Magnum pushed the issue.
" Look, I'm sorry if I caused you pain. It's not what I wanted." he said in frustration.
Jason didn't reply, only continued to read from a book on political theory.
"Damn it Jason! Listen to me!" Magnum shouted and then cringed, hoping no one outside the cell heard his outburst .
"Why? You didn't listen to me, or even ask me. You just took." Jason said looking over his book with a hint of anger and sadness in his voice.
"I know you wanted it, don't pretend you didn't." Magnum raised his voice, but still attempted kept it fairly quiet.
"That's not it Mag. You could have been gentler yes, and I admit, I wanted it, but you could have asked." Jason paused and calmed himself.
" But you didn't even consider my... needs."Jason said shyly.
" Jason, I'm sor-"
" No. Let me finish." Jason cut him off angrily. "You just took me and then forgot about it. It was all you. That's the same thing that they would have done to me." Jason pointed at the cell door. "I expected more from you, you're so much more than that Mag." Jason broke down crying at the last part.
"Gods, Jason I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you pain - emotionally or physically- I just got carried away with the sensations... you know it's been difficult for me lately, I don't want to hurt you, or our... relationship. Will you come over here and lay your head and worries with me?" Magnum asked with genuine empathy.
Jason nodded his head slowly, wiped his eyes, and the two moved to Magnum's bunk and Jason lay his head on magnums chest, and let himself cry some, as Magnum held him. After some time, he started to pet Jason, his firm hands running over the man's body.
"I think I know what you need." Magnum said getting out of the bunk, and pulling off Jason's shorts. He then lay back down over Jason, and slid down his body." Shh-" Magnum reminded him before he licked the hardening manhood, then enveloped it all in his warm muzzle. Jason gasped, but managed to keep quiet, despite the growing pleasures.
"Mag!" Jason whispered in lust, as the bull continued to work him. The bull's muzzle was large enough that he could take all of Jason, including balls in with room to spare, and the large tongue felt and twisted around the male parts, causing extreme ecstasy. Jason arced his back and gripped at the flimsy sheets as he gritted his teeth trying not to cry out as he came powerfully in the bulls muzzle. As Jason caught his breath, Magnum moved back over Jason, and kissed him.
" What's the matter, don't like it?" Jason said when they broke lips, as he found most of his own seed in his mouth.
" No, I just think you may need it more. It makes good lube." Magnum said slyly as he positioned himself face to face with Jason, and once again the hard bull hood sought for the opening.
" Mag-" Jason said disappointedly.
" For both of us, I promise." Magnum said before kissing Jason.
" Lights out!" the guard shouted, and moments later the bulbs flicked off, and the hid the acts of two lovers.
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For some time the two practiced a hidden love, mostly in the privacy of their cell, sometimes a quick and quiet shower tryst, but always secretly, if any one were to find out Jason was receiving, it would be over for him, as the unofficial cell block rules were that any sub was every ones bitch. No one wants to be shared with all the prisoners, it's a rough, painful, and short existence, with the threat of disease, tearing, and death. Bitches get no respect, and no remorse.
One day while in the shower, Jason knelt before the bull, and suckled it as the warm water sprayed around him, it was decided that sucking in the shower was best, as it was quieter, and less likely to be caught. But finally luck ran out for the two. When Magnum opened his eyes and found several naked and wet Death Iron gangsters watching Jason's act. He quickly pulled back, and Jason jumped to his feet, and was horrified to see the situation around him.
"Holding out on us Magnum?" Jackson said satisfied with the discovery. " You know the rules, and I think you've been breaking them for a while." He said threateningly.
" Get lost." Magnum commanded.
" I think not. You know there's more of us than you. Besides I like the look of that bitch of yours." Jackson sauntered over towards Jason, who stood very still only shaking slightly. "If you leave the shower right now, I think we can over look that you cheated us out of a lot of fucking." Jackson walked by Jason and smacked his ass with the last part- Jason just shivered and looked down at the wet tile. For a moment the room was silent with tension, only the sound of hot water on tiles was to be heard.
"Or we can fuck up both of you, and then take what we want." Jackson said as he stood cross armed in front of Magnum.
" Forget it. You know I can tear you all up right now, without even trying. So get lost." Magnum moved right up to Jackson, and pushed Jacksons chest and face with his belly, pushing the man back. The tension in the shower was nearing flash point.
" You know I like you Mag, you have balls, and that's more than can be said for this bitch." He slowly walked around Jason and caressed his rear threateningly. "Don't worry I'll have fun with him, in the privacy of my own cell. Just wait." Jackson smirked as he left, and the other gangsters followed him out in silence. After they were out of the shower room, Magnum stepped back and crouched in front of Jason who was shaking uncontrollably and dropped to his knees on the floor.
" It's ok." Magnum said calmly and firmly.
" No its not, I know he doesn't make idle threats." Jason said, his mind running through the horrible path he appeared to be on.
" Jason I won't let anything happen to you." magnum reassured him.
" Everyone will know." Jason said his voice trembling as much as his body.
" And I'll take out any and every one of them if they try a goddamn thing. I don't care about cell block law, your exclusive. Period."
After a moment of sympathizing with Jason, Magnum stood "Come on buddy, we have to go."
" I'm scared to leave."
" I know, just walk with me." Magnum said understandingly.
And after a quick towel dry, the two walked back to their cell naked and the whole time Jason could feel every set of eyes on him- word traveled very quickly in prison, and he knew every sexual predator would be after him. He tried to not look at anyone and entered the cell quickly and dressed himself quickly, but couldn't shake the feeling of dread, the feeling of being unclean, of being watched. It wasn't even lights out before two guards came to the cell, and pulled Jason out- all they would say was that he had "paperwork to sign." and they escorted him out of the block.
An hour later Jason was retuned but he wasn't escorted back to his cell, but rather the cell across the way. A prisoner cleaning the floors quickly and silently slipped a folded piece of paper in to Magnum's cell then quietly moved off continuing his mopping. Magnum looked at the paper and it only read "He's mine now, I'll make him beg like the bitch he is." Magnum wanted to crush Jackson, that fuck! Somehow he pulled some strings with the guards, and had Jason "misplaced". He looked up and saw the cell door across the block open and expose two prisoners in the cell, Jackson and one of his underlings. Jackson smiled and looked exactly at Magnums cell, knowing he was watching, enjoying the torment this was causing him. Jason was terrified, and the guards had to push him in to the cell with the two gangsters. The door then rattled shut securely.
"Lights out" the guard called as the florescent bulbs flicked off and they hastily retreated. As soon as the guard left the cell block floor, a shout came from the cell across the way.
"On your knees bitch!"
Magnum roared with fury, and threw his weight on the metal door, it dented but wouldn't budge.
"Fuck you Jackson!" Magnum raged thru the grate "Fuck you!"
And a fait reply was heard: "No, but I'll fuck you little bitch buddy though." His words ended with Jason crying out in pain.
Magnum pounded on the door, but it would not give out, only dent and rattle under the assault of hooves and fists. Magnum used all of his might and fury to try and breach the door, but it stood fast. He cried as he pounded on the door unrelentingly, his only desire to save Jason, and kill Jackson. Finally with bloody fists, and great sorrow he gave up, and in a horrified and shocked state, he slowly backed away from the door, then hitting the back wall of the cell, he slumped down to the ground, and buried his face in the massive hands as he listened to the pained cries of Jason mix with the sounds of Jackson's pleasure. After the two thugs had their way with Jason, Jackson called out to Magnum.
"Hey, freak!" his voice was low, but carried a tone of sadistic pleasure. "Want to talk to your little-bitch-buddy? Here we'll bring him over to the door, I don't think he can stand on his own right now- hehe."
The cell block was as quiet as a tomb, no one dared make a sound- every prisoner listened intently. A second later, a wavering and pained voice emanated from the cell across the block. Magnum strained to listen:
" Mag...buddy, I.. I love ...you." Jason's words were punctuated with his final cry that suddenly cutoff.
"Jason..." Magnum whispered.
"Magnum, that was so sweet of your little bitch, truly heart warming. It was so moving in fact, that I felt moved to stab him in the neck. You shouldn't have fucked with the Death Iron gang, because you just lost."
"Jason! say something!" Magnum shouted fear in his voice, terrified for the well being of his lover.
" He won't say anything ever again, Magnum, that bitch is dead." Jackson snickered, and Magnum felt it in his heart to be true as the trickle of blood that ran from under the Jackson's cell door.
The night was sleepless, filled with rage, terror, and misery. And the night dragged- it felt like eternity, and Magnum could do nothing but wait for morning, trapped in the cold end empty cell by himself. It felt like a different place, it wasn't the paradise Jason had made it with his presence. Morning roll call finally came and with dread, Magnum watched as guards flocked around Jacksons cell. First the two prisoners were removed, then after a time, a body was taken away in a body bag. Magnum saw with his own eyes the conformation he feared. His anger boiled over and wiped out every last drop of sadness and sorrow in him. He began to coldly plan his revenge.
The cell across the block was cleaned, and Jackson was returned to his cell, after his little henchman confessed to killing Jason. It was better that way, Mag needed to be able to taunt Jackson before he killed him, and he would deal with Jackson's henchman later. In the mean time, Mag watched with avid fascination as his cell door was replaced, his face emotionless, his mind stone cold.
After a week of silence and ignoring all contact from everyone, Mag changed gears drastically and suddenly. On the way to showers one afternoon, he smiled and whistled a cheery tune. His expression was one of smug certainty, with a twist of malice. Of the several Death Iron gangsters that walked next to him, some of the less formidable were unnerved by the bull's sudden change in demeanor, the tougher members continued on like normal, but were doubtlessly nervous. The cell block quickly became tense, every one sensed something was going to happen.
Mag had showered alone for the last week, but now he confidently strode in to the mists of the six Death Iron gang members, and began to clean himself as if they weren't there, whistling an idle tune and only smiling when he made eye contact. Jackson stood with arms crossed and waiting for the bulls attention, and his homies followed suit. Once Mag knew he had their attentions, he paused, pretended to notice Jackson for the first time.
" Oh, I hadn't seen you there." Mag said as if the two were good friends as he continued to scrub his arm with a jovial smile on his muzzle. "Have you noticed the tension in the air? Any idea what's up?"
Jackson remained silent, and still.
"You know Jackson, I hear being raped to death is a bad way to go, and quite humiliating too." he said pulling up the issue calmly, as if it didn't bother him in the slightest, and simultaneously it was a clear threat.
" We can kill you were you stand you freak of nature." Jackson said coldly.
" Hmm, No, I don't think so." Mag said as if dismissing a frivolous issue. His calm and cool further unnerving Jackson's men.
"That bitch of yours- well ours, died like that you know, it was my hand that killed him." Jackson tried to provoke the bull.
Magnum finished washing and tossed the soap bar to the ground over his shoulder, and stepping closer to Jackson, he calmly said: "You guys have fun now, but don't forget, I will take my time with all of you." and with that he smiled and walked past Jackson, again whistling some nameless tune as he strode out of the shower.
As the men finally returned to their cells to ready for lights out, Mag could be seen leaning casually against the back wall of his cell, already dressed in his orange jump suit, whistling with that smug look on his face. As the cells finally began to close Mag gave an air-kiss to Jackson before the door clattered shut. Then lights out was called, and the guards quickly left the block wanting no part of any thing that may happen on that night. But nothing did, on that night or the next, or the week after that. It was just a lot of the same tension and Mag's continuous cheery disposition, a air-kiss for Jackson every night and nothing much more.
Then one night the trap was sprung. Just like every afternoon, the others returned to their cells, but as Jackson returned to his cell he saw Mag leaning against the back wall of the cell across the way, now nude, with a massive erect bull phallus pointing at Jackson, and he had the same smug look as always, but now he winked as he blew the nights air-kiss and the doors shut and the lights extinguished, sealing them in to their separate tombs.
After the cell blocks inhabitants drifted to sleep, Mag sat up from his bunk, and his pure white nude form moved silently and swiftly in the dimly lit cell. He moved to his cell door, and using the knowledge he learned from observing the door being replaced, he put a folded piece of paper between the door frame and door, carful to press the pressure switch that showed the door status in the control booth, then he slid it open slowly and quietly. He had earlier placed -quite secretly- a small wad of cloth in to the lock mechanism of both his cell door, and another while they were open, and effectively it prevented the door from properly locking when it closed, so that only a slight upward pressure on the door would let it slide open. Once the door was open a bit he put a small pebble in the groove that the switch was in, jamming it in place. Then he lowered himself to the ground, and slid his nude body across the floor keeping just under the cameras view as he silently slid his cell's door shut. He moved to a blind spot in the security cameras and stood. He looked up at the control room window, and as he predicted, on Mondays the guard was rather inattentive, and the back of his head was clearly seen through the armored window. Mag moved to the next carefully plotted position, then dropping to the ground to remain out of the next cameras view he slid to outside Jackson's cell, paused to hear Jackson's slow breath of sleep, then continued repeating his trick on the door. He silently entered the cell and closed the door, so that no passing guard would know what was going on. Standing in the cell, nude smiling and with a strong hard on, he carefully donned a condom , and disarmed the sleeping Jackson before gently waking him.
The look of terror on Jacksons face was something Mag savored. The way he speechlessly backed away to the corner of the bunk when he couldn't find hid shank, the way he cried "No!" before Mag grabbed him, and rammed his condom covered bull hood full hilt in to the man mercilessly. Screams of agony and fear woke most of the cell block, but soon the only sound was the huffing of the bull and the grunts and cries of Jackson. And as he promised, Mag took his time, he came three times, stopping to rest after each, holding Jackson forcefully in a submissive position, as he began again forcing his large cock in to the once virgin man, he squeezed the cheeks, as he thrusted, and whispered humiliating things about the humans performance in the man's ear.
" Jackson" Mag panted "My little bitch, let's talk to your friends now!" he quickly withdrew, and grabbed the broken man by the neck and carried him over to the grate of the cell door.
" Hey!" Mag said quietly, "I bet this is where you made Jason kneel before he died." Mag said excitedly and he tossed Jackson down.
"And I'm probably standing were you did before he died..." Mag said as if excited to retrace the steps of a movie star or famous celebrity.
He griped the man's shoulder with one hand, and balls with the other, eliciting a groan from the man.
"Unless you want to have a type of hurt you've never felt before, you will say exactly what I tell you." Mag said in a ice cold whisper in Jacksons ear. "Tell everyone your sorry, really sorry."
" I..I..I'm s-sorry, really...sorry.." the pained voice mumbled.
" louder."
" I'm sorry..." he half shouted.
" Missing something..." Mag said as if disappointed.
"I'm really sorry!" he almost shouted as he broke down crying.
"Jackson you bitch, you shouldn't have had messed with me. " Mag said in disappointment.
The shank was Jackson's own, and it plunged in to his neck with ease several times, he fell to the ground and gurgled a few times, his eyes wide before he stopped moving, his face a horrified expression frozen in time. Mag wiped the shank on the sheets of the bunk, cleaned up all evidence and slipped out of the cell in reverse order of his stealthy entrance. He snuck back to his cell, quite pleased with the results. Once he was back in his cell, door secure, and all evidence destroyed, he cried to the thoughts of his second love lost, he didn't sleep that night, but rather spent it switching back and forth between abject sorrow and pure hatred.
The next morning's roll call brought a shock to the guards, but the investigation it spawned ultimately came up with nothing, and if anyone knew who might have killed Jackson, no one was talking. It was a perplexing unsolved case, no one knew who did it or how, nothing on the security cameras, nothing on the door event logs (no doors showed opening or closing in the control room.) and no one saw a damn thing.
No one dared to disrespected Mag again, those that were foolish enough to were instantly shunned by all the other block's residents. No one wanted to end up like Jackson, the shockwave of fear resonated through the whole prison, how did the bull pull off the perfect and brutal execution in the center of the high security penitentiary and avoid all detection? As far as others knew he may as well been able to walk through walls.
That afternoon Mag forced a covert tattoo artist in the prison to give him his first prison ink. In a arc on his upper back below his shoulders was one word: Sadist.
End.