The great day came. All the paperwork was signed and a bus set up to transport me to San Quentin. A full-ass long bus with mesh wire over the windows and all the doors triple locked. Seats covered in thick plastic and no AC. It was a beauty.
Big-bad-dangerous-me was dressed in a white shirt, slacks, and slippers, and I was shackled at my waist and feet. I was able to shuffle along but needed to be lifted up the steps onto the busses aisleway. A wire grating protected the driver from the rest of the bus, which would usually be full of rowdy inmates and overworked guards. But this trip? There were three guards to protect the world from...me. The only prisoner on board.
Boooooo...I’m the devil incarnate! Run and hide!
Man, did this not look like a fun trip.
Especially since only one of the guards was really worth looking at. Not the tallest guy ever, or the best built of the three, but trim and neat and eager in a way that suggested he was a newby. Brown hair slicked back. Dark eyes. An angled face. And the hint of a nice little butt under his nasty black uniform slacks. Still, if he’d sat anywhere near me, I could pass the time dreaming of the things I’d do to him. He must have noticed my lascivious gaze, because he stayed at the back, by the emergency exit.
The other two guards were a couple of older muscle queens, one more than the other. His uniform fit his frame at the point just before it would start to stretch, and I include his gut in that description. But he did have a set of pecs that were more than promising, and the hair swirling up his forearms was thick and lovely. He also work a pair of cowboy boots with a three-inch heel, making him seem almost as tall as me. It’s just, his face was like a squashed melon and he had barely enough hair on his head to keep from seeming bald, so no way was I interested in anything from him.
His buddy was tall, black, bad, and so buff, I was sure if he took too sudden a move all the buttons would pop off his shirt. Seriously, his muscles looked more like blown up ballons and he had puffy jowls. I’d have relegated him to the land of steroid junkies, but his eyes were sharp and gleaming with intelligence. And since his pants were so tight, he was showing off a really nice package. And he knew it. Because he’s the one who hooked my chains to the floor to keep me in place then sat across from me, all but lounging in the seat, his back against the side and window. And his eyes never left me.
I chuckled. So you want to play, bitch? All right. I’m game.
I ran him over with my own eyes, lingering on his crotch as I slowly licked my lips. Of course, that brought a sneer to his face, but I knew then and there he could be had. If I wanted him. A bit of coaxing and he’d whip it out, thinking that’s all I get to do. The stupid fuck.
I wondered if his cohorts would just look the other way or act all disgusted...or get in line with their dicks. Either way could be fun.
So I decided to run an experiment. See if I could make his package double in size. Make him really uncomfortable, since his pants were already too tight for his ass.
The older guy took a seat at the front of the bus, behind the driver...who didn’t seem like a guard. But he was beyond my reach, anyway, so him I could ignore.
None of them had said their names and it wasn’t written on their shirt or a tag or anything, so I designated them The Kid, Cowboy and Stud. I lounged back as much as I could on the seat, keeping my eyes aimed straight at Stud’s crotch. Licking my lips as I cast him an occasional glance.
He noticed. And looked away with a huff. Then glanced back. And repeated it over and over. So obvious.
Since the jail was in the middle of town, a couple of police cruisers accompanied us through traffic to the freeway and out to the city limits. It was a nice day, threatening to get warm. I could see we’d be going up the 5, probably to the 580 into the Bay area. That meant most of the drive would be wide-open, boring scenery, which got my inner beast to prowling.
Once we passed the city limits, I noticed a sheriff’s cruiser take over for the police cars and pace the back of the bus. Guess they were taking no chances with me. If only they knew what I knew was going to happen.
We crossed the county line and a different sheriff took over the escort, which I figured would happen again at the next county. By that point, I was starting to zone from the steady rhythm of the busses tires on the pavement, and my focus was razor-sharp on Stud.
And sure enough, his crotch was beginning to grow.
I managed to ride my pants up enough to where my own crotch was looking rich and full. It helped that they gave me these cheap-assed boxers to wear, and my dick was happy to take the lead. I’d never be as big as Stud, but I could flex and make it seem to dance under those two layers of material.
Stud finally realized I was doing a cock-version of a snake dance and sat up in the seat, all nice and proper, his knees touching the back of the seat ahead of him. His skin was like mocha, so I could tell he was blushing. He tried to ignored me. I don’t know if he understood that made his crotch look even bigger and more inviting, or not, but it did make me let out a very appreciative moan and sigh.
That’s when he cast me a truly dirty look. I think he’d have pounded me with his nightstick if he thought he could have gotten away with it. But the bus had CCTV and they all had body cams, so he just huffed and looked out the window.
Didn’t matter. While his muscles were still overly-large and he looked even more like a juice-queen, sitting scrunched up like he was, the flow of his ass around to his beefy thigh and calf got my thoughts running wild.
I could just picture him in a pair of tight swimming trunks. Not a Speedo, but like OP. Like a pair I’d once had. Like some I’d torn off other guys, in the past. They were necessary for him, so there’d be space in the nylon liner for his nice round ass and his dick to rest. Big fat dick. One not even my well-experienced mouth could enclose.
I’d take him in my usual fashion...jump him from behind and scratch a bit of the Beast’s serum on his neck, then pull him into the cargo van I’d had. Tie him, hand and foot, and gag him. Rip off those trucks to see he was exactly as I’d pictured. Long and fat, even before erection, with elegant veins and no foreskin. A head so lovely I could not resist kissing it. Running my lips and tongue all over it. Slipping it into my mouth, making him groan through his unconscious state.
His balls would match his dick, in perfection. Large, heavy, elegant ovals begging to be milked. The Beast didn’t want me to do that until I was back to the ship and it was ready to feed. For some reason, me sucking the guy off then fucking him and leaving my cum inside him, then forcing him to cum, again, added to the Beast’s and its ship’s satisfaction once they took him to feed upon. It had never explained why; I just knew this was how they wanted it and I had no hesitation in giving it to them.
So I’d reluctantly pack him back into the liner of his torn trunks and drive him straight to the spaceship. Thanks to the strength I’d been given, I would carry him inside, romantic-style, and lay him on the table just as he was beginning to wake. Then the tentacles would wrap around his arms and legs and hold him down as he regained consciousness, looked around in horror and tried to fight.
I could just see it. So fucking glorious, watching him struggle, his torn trunks shredding further, his nice fat dick flopping around in the lining. His voice muffled but still distinct enough to know he was threatening my life and limb if I didn’t release him.
I tore the trunks’ lining off him and grabbed his dick...and found I could barely get my hand around it. Then using my other hand to play with his balls, I got to work with my mouth to force him into getting hard.
He squirmed like crazy, not liking that, at all.
It took a while, and he fought me the whole time, but he finally grew bigger and fatter and the veins pulsed and his ass began to clench and I encircled his head with my lips and tongue and he finally shot a massive load down my throat.
I didn’t need to prove he’d cum, to the Beast, so I swallowed every bit as if it were mother’s milk. And felt nirvana spread through me.
Then I tore the rest of his trunks off, gripped his ass, lifted his legs up and plunged my dick into him. And did he scream! But dear God, how nice and tight he was. Maybe a virgin. I didn’t know. Didn’t care. His ass fit my dick perfectly, and his struggles and howls of pain and anger and clenching so added to the sensations I was feeling, it only took me a few minutes of pumping to fire into him. I hadn’t even needed to pinch his pretty round tits or caress his pumped-up abs and thick thighs.
I kept pumping until I was drained, then stepped back. Holy fucking shit, the image he made...lying on that table...brown skin laced with fine black hair. His perfect pecs heaving from exhaustion, after the fight. His legs in even better proportion than I’d thought. A tan line around his hips, emphasizing his now-sloping dick’s beauty.
Now I caressed him, from tits to abs to crotch to thighs, slow and easy, as tenderly erotic as I could make it. He flinched and tried to roll away but the tentacles held him in place. His dick flexed a bit, showing my ministrations were having the intended effect.
Just like it was, for me. I liked his mouth. Big and wide. My bet was, his grin would be a mass of gleaming teeth, and lovely. But I didn’t care about that. I just reached up and pulled his gag away.
He gulped and moaned and managed to growl, “What the fuck’re you doin’ to me, man? Fuckin’ shit...” before the tentacles forced his mouth open. My dick was still out and pretty hard, so in there it went. He choked and gagged and tried to twist away, but he was held in place. Within minutes, I fired another load down his throat. He had no choice but to swallow it, even as I pulled back and let another spurt splash over his face. The white of it cut a straight line from his right cheek across the bridge of his nose to cover his left eye.
He cried out and cursed me, even more, especially after I started fondling him, again, and drew him into an erection. And got another ejaculation out of him. Then the tentacles lifted him upright and took him to the wall and—
The bus slowed down, startling me. A truck stop was ahead and we were pulling off. I noticed Stud was watching me, very, very wary...and I’d cum in my boxers. Without touching myself.
Fuck...
“You, uh...you need the bathroom?” Stud asked.
I made myself stretch and nod. I didn’t, really, but we had another couple hours of driving and didn’t want to have to ask for a pit stop further down the road. And it would give me a chance to clean up, a little.
He didn’t remove my chains; just unfastened me. I had to go inside jingle-jangling with him next to me as the other two stood a form of guard, outside. It was silly.
And embarrassing.
The good part was, I could pay full attention to how each of them walked and add to my thoughts about them. Stud was very stick-up-your-ass, tight and controlled. Cowboy was loose and almost like he’s drunk, though I knew he wasn’t. Stoned, maybe? Doubtful. Probably just a messed-up body from years of physical abuse. The Kid was casual and easy. I got to thinking I’d like for him to be in that seat across from me, instead of Stud. Get him to talking. See if I could get him to whip it out and jack off. The seats offered enough privacy for that and—
Be ready whispered into my brain.
That startled me. Surely the Beast wasn’t going to snatch me up, here? With truckers and families and workers and a couple of cops on hand? I seriously doubted that was a good idea...but it did operate by its own rules, so who knows?
Well...nothing happened. I guess that was good.
I got done. Stud bought me a bottle of water and a snack-pack. Once I was on the bus and reconnected, The Kid and Cowboy went in to do their own things. The sheriff got back in his cruiser. The driver, who had vanished from the bus the moment we stopped, returned to his place. I got to munching and drinking, and after fifteen minutes we were back on the road.
A few miles up the 5, we could see an approaching rainstorm. Big boiling clouds of blues and grays and blacks, and lightning, and thunder. Wind and rain slammed against us and we had to slow down, then just before we reached the 580 we pulled into a rest area to wait for it to pass.
That is when a howling gust of wind whipped against the bus and it tipped over onto the side I was on. Stud skidded across the seat to fall onto me...and he wasn’t as solid as he looked. Which was somewhat disappointing.
Except...
A tentacle whipped in through the window above, yanked him back and through it, making it break from the size of him, and then another snapped my chains and took me with it. I heard howling from both ends of the bus, for a moment, but then I blacked out...and the next thing I knew I was on that table in the spacecraft, still in my prison clothes, my head pounding.
With Cowboy, the Kid, and the Sheriff held in place against a wall by the tentacles, and Stud held down on the table next to me. All wide awake. All freaked out. All gagged by the tentacles so they couldn’t even make muffled screams. All still fully dressed.
Well...looks like it’s party time.
