Hard Time 2
#2 of Hard Time
Hard Time 2
By: Beefy the Bull.
Breaking a straight- in the showers
M/M, Bull, Bovine, Minotaur, Human, Prison, Shower, Rape, Anal, 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.
(Picks up exactly where the first story left off.)
"Good morning you sexy boi, how was he last night?" Mag asked casually of 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, with a hint of frustration.
"Well we can talk about it later in yard today. Besides I still haven't decided if I should sell him." Mag said thoughtfully.
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.
"Out of the bunk, bitch, no sleeping in." Mag's sudden barked order snapped George out of his thoughts, and he sat on the edge of the bunk naked, covered some by the cheap sheets.
"Bitch you have a lot to learn." Mag shook his head slowly, and the mighty rack attached to it.
"Beef, you're going to have to help him out- and bitch, you're going to learn, and fast. Got it?" Mag said uncompromisingly, his voice edged with anger and frustration.
Beef grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the bunk and pushed him to the floor. Landing on his hands and knees, George was about to get up when Mag's firm hand pressured his shoulder, preventing him.
"First rule, you belong to me. Everything you think is yours- is mine."
"Second rule: don't do anything I don't tell you to. Don't talk to anyone, don't eat, don't sleep, don't shit. Not a god dam thing without my permission."
"Third rule, as my property, you will fear me, you will respect me, and you will love me. My ideals are your fantasies, I am your everything. Pleasing me makes you happy. Being my bitch makes you happy. "
At this point George would have protested the words, but Mag's tightening grip on his shoulder was turning painful, very painful.
"Do you want to say something? Nod." George nodded quickly, as the bulls grip was slowly tightening more and more. He was sure it would crush his collar bone if he didn't stop soon.
"That's lesson four. If you wish to address me, you may kneel, and quietly wait for me to decide if you may speak. If I allow you do speak, you will refer to me as Sir, and yourself as bitch." With that the bull smiled, satisfied and certain that this would break the man here and now.
"Got it?" He said as he shoved George down, Mag's tone was cruel, and he sounded like he was disgusted by George's ignorance of his rules.
"Whatever.." George still had to try and hold his own, he knew he had to resist, if he gave in he would truly be a bitch.
"What was that bitch? I didn't give you permission to speak." Magnum shouted angrily, the sound of his voice echoing in the cell block outside, drawing a whoop of laughter from some other prisoners in their cells.
"Fine whatever... just-" George was about to ask the bull to calm down, but apparently Mag had other ideas.
"Shut up bitch!" Mag gave what must have been a weak punch for a bull of his size, because George only fell back on to the hard floor from the impact on his chest.
"Beef- punish him, and tell bitch what he did wrong." Mag said as he turned and fished out a pair of boxer shorts , and then dressed.
Beef grasped George by the arms and forced him over to his bunk. Holding him down on his back, Beef took the sheet and twisted it up making a kind of rope and used it to tie George's hands together and then to the bar at the head of the bunk, then sat back.
"You were bad." Beef said, most childlike. "You shouldn't make Mag angry. He can kill you just by thinking it. "
It was becoming clearer to George was that Beef was completely insane.
"This is going to hurt, but you should be happy, Mag will be pleased by your learning." Beef said, as he spit on his hand and then his cock. An action that both disgusted George, and alarmed him.
"You shouldn't talk without permission, and you should address Mag properly." Beef said sadly.
Beef pried Georges legs apart, and sat down between them facing George. The bull hood touched George's hole, then slid in as Beef shimmied closer, and hilted himself, causing George to cry out in pain.
Beef enjoyed the tight man for a minute, then slowed his pace, and looking in to Georges eyes to make sure he had his attention,
"Say: I belong to Mag." Beef ordered.
"Stop! Take it out!" was the best George could muster.
"No, say: I belong to Mag."
"No..." George whimpered.
Beef was about to try again, when Mag, who was leaning against the door looking through the grate, turned around nonchalantly, and announced: "Guards coming."
"Ok" Beef replied coolly, like this was regular and common occurrence. He untied George, and pulled up a pair of boxers, as he pushed George down to the floor and told him to get dressed. As George pulled a pair of thin boxers made of the cheapest material on, the door buzzed and clanked open, and the two guards asked for the bulls to stand in the back of the cell, and for George to go with them. He silently complied, relived to be away from his rapists.
If it wasn't bad enough for George, dealing with the constant abuse and assault from his cellmates who were rapists, George was still in prison with thousands of other tough prisoners, not much friendlier than the two he was forced to bunk with. When George had been yanked from his cell by two guards, he wasn't sure where they were taking him, so he asked- he was honestly expecting the silent treatment, or to be told to shut up, but surprisingly they said he was to be escorted to the laundry room to work.
And although he had his chance to tell the guards what had happened to him, he didn't. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to say the words, and when he thought he could, he wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't find it in himself to admit the rape and abuse from his cellmates. Was it pride? Was that what stood in the way? Maybe now he should say something...but before he said a word to the guards, they were uncuffing him and pushing him in to the loud and hot laundry facility, and one guard pointed him to the prisoner that was leading the work detail.
He sighed and started to walk across the loud and busy room, he would probably be assigned some menial task-
But he didn't get that far, as he walked by two very old and large industrial washing machines, rough hands grabbed him and yanked him to the side, throwing him to the ground. He recovered, and looked around, finding himself surrounded my several men in a secluded storage area, and not likening the situation one bit. None of the faces looked to friendly, and he looked over at the door, just in time for it to be slammed shut. The rumble of the old machines outside was tremendous, if he yelled no one- not the guards, or the other prisoners- would be able to hear him.
At first he thought he was going to get the beating of his life, but he then realized he was being quite naive. It became obvious of his captors intentions when they began to unbutton their flys.
"Drop 'em fuck face." a heavily tattooed individual demanded with a grin showing his lack of a full set of teeth.
"Hey guys, look I don't want any trouble..." George stammered, and tried to quickly think of an away out, but the faster he tried to think, the quicker his mind spun in unproductive circles. Then the perfect words came to mind.
"I'm with Mag and Beef." he said uncertainly, testing the water.
"Bullshit" said toothless, starting off a round of laughter from the others. But everyone had second thoughts, and no one moved closer. George felt he needed to push it further if he was going to walk out of this.
"I'm ..I'm Mag's bitch, if you touch me he'll fuck you up." he said not liking the words he had to speak.
A few of the guys lost interest totally, and looked ready to leave, a few others weren't so convinced.
"Were not stupid you little fuck, don't play games, now drop 'em." said toothless after a second of hesitation.
"I belong to Mag, dumb ass, if you don't leave me be, I'll tell him you messed with me." George said with a grin, realizing he might actually have some measure of power over some prisoners.
Now the others prisoners looked pissed-off. Toothless gave George a black eye, and left him roughed up in a pile of fouled towels, as he and the other sexually frustrated prisoners left. Sore, humiliated and not sure what to do, he got up and got his assigned task of folding clean bed sheets and towels.
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It seemed like forever that he folded sheets, but if felt like too soon when the guards lead everyone back to the cells. The last thing he wanted was to be near Mag and Beef. But it took a turn for the worse when the guards ordered everyone in the block of six cells to strip, and then march naked off to the showers. He found his hands reluctantly pulling off his jumpsuit and sliding his boxers to the ground, and caught Mag grinning at him from the corner of his eye. As they all walked nude to the shower room in single file, with Mag ominously behind him, and Beef in front. The shower room was just that: A large, windowless room with tile walls and floor, and stainless steel fixtures. The room had two full height dividing walls in the middle, separating the shower area in to three spaces, much like three parallel hallways with shower fixtures on the walls. But it was still very open, and offered almost no privacy, other than that you could only see those in the same hallway as you. The guards let them in a heavy steel door, Mag, Beef and himself entered first and the ten other prisoners followed into the showers then the door closed solidly with a clunk as it locked. George saw the way out- on the other end of the hall like showers, was an open door and a rack with towels next to it, the same type he had been folding all day. Mag pushed him to the left hall, and snarled at the other inmates, whom all went in the center or right halls. Soon steam started to fill the room and Beef turned on all the showers heads in the hall, adjusting them to whatever temperature suited Mag. At first Mag shoved George to the ground with a curt order:
"Clean up. Well." He said as moved over to the other side and ignored George completely.
So he did, but he was watchful of Mag and Beef, and shy to be naked. He started to wash himself, facing the wall, glad that no other prisoners were in this 'hall' of the showers, and his hand in cautious exploration moved down his lower back and to his rear. And after a glance confirmed both bulls to be busy with each other, he slid a single finger between the cheeks, and softly touched his sore hole, that he found to be slick with last night's bull cum. He lathers soap in his hands and started to clean that area well, wanting it off of his body.
He quickly finished with that area, not wanting to be caught doing so by the Bulls. And he started to lather his body and thinking that it felt like the cleaning was washing away the horrid day that was yesterday. He even started to enjoy the shower some, and stopped watching the bulls so carefully, a grand mistake.
Rather suddenly he was snapped out of his daydreams, when he was shoved to the wall, he wasn't sure who his attacker was until the massive white bull hand grabbed his wrist and tied a wet, twisted towel around it, then the once around the showerhead, then the other hand. He felt the Bull cock touch his lower back and a hand slide down to his cheek.
"Let us see if you listened." Mag said with a slight edge of curiosity, as his finger slid between the cheeks to check. Not finding the bull cum, Magnum smiled.
"Good boy." And gently pat George's ass, his whole body shook from fear of the impending rape. He felt the bull place a hoof between his feet, and spread them apart, making room for Magnum to step up. The bull grabbed Gorge's hips with both hands and lifted him, and adjusted him so the soft, sore hole and the hard and hungry cock were lined up, then let go just enough so George's own weight would slide him down on the bull cock. His hands tied and his arms not to strong, he wiggled and tried to pull himself up as he felt the head enter.
"No..." he whimpered as he slowly slid down more, and the bull started to buck, his hands on George's hips preventing any possibility of escape. The Bull pushed up into the man, taking him hard thrusting faster and faster, George felt the bull's hot fast and hard breath on neck and shoulders, and the water from the showerhead running down his back. Then he realized something terrible, George noticed his own hard-on. How? How was he hard? He was being raped- this fucking hurt! This wasn't real... but his thoughts and revelations would have to wait, because he felt the unmistakable feeling of passing the point of no return. He cried out as he came, splating the tile wall in front of him.
"...No..." his voice hardly audible over the huffing bull that was taking him. As if to cement what had just happened the bull also came, a forceful final thrust in to the man, and a loud lusty roar that signaled his satisfaction. The bull quickly dismounted and strode around the steamy shower for a few seconds, with a spring in his step, feeling satisfied and pumped up, he faced Beef and nodded to George.
"Untie him." Mag said stepping in to a warm stream of water.
After that Beef lovingly washed Mag, carefully scrubbing every inch of the bull's hard body. Once done Beef then toweled off Mag, who promptly left the showers. Beef quickly cleaned himself, all the while keeping an eye on George. The time away from the intimidating presence of Mag was nice, but Beef was just as frightening, often babbling in a hardly audible whisper, what he did hear from the brown bull made no sense. When George and Beef retuned, Mag was laying in his bunk, waiting for his daily massage from Beef. Every day was the same: shower then a full body rub- with a happy ending. Beef was feeling rejected, when Mag wanted George to give him his happy ending.
George learned his lesson, and kept his complaints and words to himself.