Warning: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex and extreme violence; please do not read if you think you may find this material offense. Not for viewing by minors. Prison Beast (draft) by redwolf Part 1 Richard sat alone in his cell on his bunk. It was a day, seemingly like any other. He passed the time, trying to read, study and better himself. Then there was the one hour each day in the exercise yard. He pushed as much weight as he could, hoping to build muscle and be able to protect himself in prison. The other guys didn't mess with him much. In the five years he'd been locked up, he'd done pretty well for himself. Richard stood about 5'9" and had a good, average, muscled physique. Richard was led into a small, bare room with just a heavy metal table and a couple of chairs. The guard told him to sit down and wait, then left the room, slamming the heavy iron door behind him, the echo drifting away into the silence. "Wait, he says," Richard thinks to himself. "Hell, all I ever do here is wait." A few minutes pass and a man enters, wearing a white lab coat and a small black leather bag. "Must be a new doc," Richard says to himself. The man is well muscled, attractive for his type. He sports a close cut beard, glasses, and a balding head and is about Richard's height. Even through the lab coat, he could see the guy took care of himself. Indeed, if he was a prison doc, he needed to take care of himself. Richard really didn't think about how the doc looked. Richard was straight and even five years in prison hadn't turned him into a fag. He had one cellmate awhile back that was sort of his boy -- even then, he wouldn't let the guy suck his cock and never fucked. Richard indulged the fag by letting the boy suck on his balls. Richard did have a nice set of low-hangers; he loved pounding a hot woman, feeling his balls sway to and fro. But Richard wasn't thinking about any of that now. "I'm Dr. Adams," the man said, bringing a folder out his bag and placing it on the table. "Richard Martin," Adams said, looking through the file. "Manslaughter. Twenty years." "Yeah," Richard said, a little bored. "Looks like you'll be serving the full time. You know how the parole board is around here." "Yeah, well, that's how it is," Richard said. "Not much I can do about it, right." Adams shuffles through the file. "Bar fight, drugs. You had a pretty adventurous life back then." "That's all behind me now," Richard said. "I'm not wantin' trouble with nobody now." "Mr. Martin," Adams began, "I'm here to offer you an opportunity. You see, we have an agreement with a research institution in the area. We test out new drugs on prisoners that are willing to participate." "What kind of drugs?" Richard asked, a little suspicious. "Oh, many types," Adams replied. "Some cure diseases, some help make people better in their everyday lives." "What do you mean?" "Well, this research institution is associated with the military. You see, these drugs are being tested in preparation for our soldiers in the field. We want a top flight army, with men who are healthy and able to withstand the rigors of combat." "So, what's the deal, doc? Cut to the chase," Richard said, growing a little impatient. "I'm offering you an opportunity to be a test subject for one of these drugs. It's been tested in animals, of course, but this would be part of the first human subjects trial." "This stuff safe?" Richard asks, "What's it do?" "Well, if we didn't think it was safe, we wouldn't be talking with you." "So....what's this stuff do to you?" "Mr. Martin," Adams says, leaning closer and talking a little quieter, "Have you heard of the Pentagon's Super Soldier program?" Richard listens, still a little dubious about the whole affair. "This program is looking at new ways to increase strength, stamina and a whole host of other areas to improve soldier performance. The particular drug we're testing helps build muscle. You see, we're looking for men in good condition to see if it acts the same way in humans than it did in animals. It helps men gain muscle and seems to also allow them to be more active and alert for longer periods of time." "Is this some kinda steroid?" Adams smiles. "Not exactly. It's much more advanced than that." Adams takes out a set of forms from his bag. "Now, if you're interested, I would just need you to sign these releases." "What's in it for me?" "You mean, besides doing a great patriotic duty for our military?" "Yeah." Adams takes off his glasses. "We could be persuaded to cut your sentence -- perhaps by as much as ten years. Of course, that assumes you'll be a model prisoner." Ten years was a long time. Hell, five years was enough, being cooped up inside a prison. Richard thought about the doctor's offer, but something made him hesitate. Adams sensed his doubtfulness. "The only side effects we expect from this would be sleeplessness for a few days. You see, it's designed to keep a man on the ground in battle without sleep for two weeks at a stretch. We'll visit you in your cell during that time and give you some tests of your mental faculties and alertness. You just go through your normal routine. We'll also measure your muscle mass. You might see a slight gain in muscle and a reduction in fat that will be permanent. The drug will wear off in a couple of weeks." Richard looked through the papers with a cursory glance, signing each in the stack. Adams smiled. "I'm glad you decided to help us. Hopefully, we can help you." Richard continued signing the documents, lost in a blur of legalese. He didn't notice that Adams took out a syringe from his bag, along with a set of restraints. Richard finished and looked up as Adams stood in front of the chair. "What are those for?" Richard asked, pointing at the restrants. "Just a precaution. There might be some momentary muscle spasms as the drug works it's way through your system for the first time. Nothing painful really." Adams placed the restraints on Richard as he nervously shifted in the chair. It seemed a little much, Richard thought. There were thick ankle cuffs connected with heavy chains. Adams had Richard roll up his right sleeve and place his hands behind the chair, putting the heaviest iron handcuffs Richard had ever seen on his wrists. Adams went back to the bag and retreived even more restraints. "What the fuck?" Richard asked. "What the hell is this?" "Nothing to be concerned about. Just a precaution." Adams placed some type of iron reinforced bands with heavy locks on them around Richard's legs and chest, firmly strapping him to the heavy wooden chair. He placed a heavy thick iron band around Richard's neck, firmly snapping it into place with a lock and running a set of chains from it down to his wrists, under the chair, and to his ankles. "That should do it," Adams said, turning to the table to retreive the syringe. "It better fuckin' do it," Richard said, a little nervous and angry. Adams carefully prepared the syringe, filling it with an oily looking liquid from a small bottle. The syringe looked huge -- just how much of that shit was he going to put in Richard's body? "This may sting a bit." Adams carefully jabbed the needle into Richard's arm, injecting the fluid, then rubbing down the area with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. "Now that wasn't bad, now was it?" Richard just sat and waited. His arm felt a little warm around the area where the needle had gone in. He expected the worst, bracing himself for some kind of muscle spasm. The warm feeling spread throughout his right arm. It began to feel a little numb and heavy, almost tingling. Richard noticed that his heart was beginning to race. He guessed he was just being nervous. The strange feeling began to spread to his chest, his neck, his head, his other arm. He could feel this stuff hitching a ride on his blood as it coarsed through his veins. "Feel okay?" Adams asked. "A little...a little dizzy," Richard replied. He felt more than a little dizzy. He had never experienced a feeling quite like it. His mind raced, like it was on speed. No, it was more than speed -- he knew what felt like, but this was different. He didn't feel edgy, just hyper alert, aware. Suddenly, Richard heard one of the other prisoners, laughing and talking as if he were in the same room. "What's that?" he asked. "What?" "Shephard's here? I hear Shephard." Adams looked puzzled. "There's no one else here," he said. Then, Richard starting hearing other conversations and sounds from around the prison, almost tuning them in like some kind of radio. Was he loosing his mind? He tried to concentrate. He could almost control it, thinking of a direction the prison and a distance -- he could hear the other prisoners talking in their cells. "Are you allright?" Adams asked, "How do you feel?" "Fine," Richard blurted out. Richard looked at the wall of the room. It seemed to be melting...no almost fading. He could see, almost like a shadow, the guards talking in the hallway. He could hear exactly what they were saying as they said something about Adams and his "crazy experiments". The image became clearer as he concentrated more. He looked at the other walls of the room; it was as if he could see through them. Adams saw Richard's eyes bouncing around, looking, staring for a second or two and darting somewhere else. "How do you feel?" "I feel....so alive," Richard said. "Feel so good." Richard was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring. A flood of smells overwhelmed him. It was almost as if he could smell what the doc had for breakfast on his cloths, the soil on his shoes, the sweat of his body. Richard had tripped before. He knew what hallucinating could be like. He knew he just need to be calm, just ride it out. But, this was different. Adams got a blood pressure cuff out of his bag and placed it around Richard's arm. He pressed his fingers against Richard's wrist, looking at his watch and counting. Adams seemed confused and concerned. "Incredible," Adams said. "Your blood pressure and pulse are this high and you're still conscious." Richard couldn't resist the urge. He let out a laugh. A strange, demonic kind of laugh. He stared straight ahead at the thick iron door and concentrated. It looked transparent when he gazed at it, as if it weren't there. Then, when he willed it, he could see it again. If this was a trip, he was enjoying every second of it. Hallucinations you could control - now that's a drug he knew he could've sold in the old days. Then, it hit. Like a brick wall, it hit. Richard's chest and arms began to spasm; he threw his head back, flexing, straining against the iron restraints. "Try to breath. It won't last long." Richard wasn't paying attention to Adams. His whole body felt so alive, so powerful. His chest heaved in and out, the muscles in his neck flared. "Just try to ride it out. Just hang on." Adams was worried. He hadn't expected anything like this. He rushed to the door, pressing an alarm button to alert the guards. Adams didn't realize that he was utterly alone with Richard -- the button didn't work in this seldom used holding room. Sweat was pouring from Richard's body, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. It was strange, but he seemed to be growing. Adams pressed the button again, nervously looking back at Richard. "Get a medic immediately," Adams said into the intercom. Adams looked back at Richard in horror, stunned at what he was seeing. Richard's body was transforming in front of his very eyes -- his chest was expanding, his arms were getting larger, his legs thickening. The veins on Richard's forehead were engorged and throbbing beyond anything Adams had ever seen. Richard threw his head back and roared, straining against the confines of the device placed around his neck. The restraint around Richard's chest began to bend and give way. Richard flexed and it popped off. His enormous, veiny pecs showing through his tight shirt, the buttons straining to stay attached. "My God," Adams said, staring at Richard. "What the hell is happening to him?" Adams noticed that Richard's feet were growing, the strings breaking as his feet grew larger. His toes began to break through the canvas. His face was changing, the jaw growing more square, the brow larger, more prominent With one swift motion, Richard broke the iron chains that held his arms behind his back. He put up his arms and flexed a double bicep, looking at his arms in amazement. The iron cuffs still attached to his wrist, Richard growled as he flexed. His forearms and biceps were huge and growing larger, veins throbbing all over them, muscles taught. The sleeves of his shirt were ripping, exposing the strange, twisted musculature on his arms -- the muscles seem to crawl, flex, and grow larger, taking on a life of their own. Richard flexed his neck, the restraint broke and went flying across the room. It embedded itself in the thick concrete wall, like a piece of shrapnel from a bomb. His immense, ballooning pecs were now fully exposed, the massive muscle causing the buttons to fly everywhere. Richard's nipples were hard and erect; pointing skyward. Richard continued flexing his biceps and concentrated -- the iron cuffs around his wrists were bending, ready to give way. The cuffs on his ankles stretched and broke, bent and twisted against Richard's growing frame. Richard held out his arms, flexing and stetching the growing muscles, feeling his ballooned pecs between his massive arms. A strange kind of dark fur began growing first on his forearms, his chest, his abs, then his legs. He felt an intense tingling sensation as the hair grew and formed -- thick fur grew even grew all over his face, back and butt. In a matter of moments, Richard was transformed into some kind of muscle beast, his massive frame beyond what a superheavy weight professional level bodybuilder would look like. Richard stared at Adams. "What's happening to me?" Richard roared in a loud, low guttural voice that reverberated off the walls. Adams stammered, "I...I don't know...it wasn't supposed...." Richard stood up from the chair, his meaty fists clinched, his pecs bouncing slightly with each inhale and exhale of his breath. "Am I some kind of fuckin' freak?" Richared yelled at the top of his lungs, the striated muscles and veins in his neck, pecs and arms throbbing with power. "I ... I don't know...it's...." Adams starting stepping backwards towards the door, his eyes fixed on Richard's glare. Adams was in a state of shock -- he now looked up a Richard, who was a good two feet taller than when he entered the room. He stood there, covered only in the remants of his pants, tattered and ripped by the throbbing muscles of his calves and thighs. Richard picked up one of the heavy chains in his hand. "You've changed me," Richard growled, looking down at his muscled arms and pecs, rattling the iron chain. "I didn't know....they ... they didn't tell me...." Richard slammed his meaty hand into the middle of the heavy table between them, shattering it, letting out a yell of exhilaration. His eyes widened -- he was getting so turned on by his strength and power. Richard began walking towards Adams, holding the thick, heavy iron chain that formerly confined his body. A huge tent poked out from the remants of his pants between his beefy thighs, stretching the fabric more and more with every step "No...." Adams screamed, in a panic. He began pounding on the door. Richard stared as he stepped forward, concentrating on the doc's body. He could see Adams muscular frame through the lab coat and clothes, like layers peeling away. He could see that Adams was starting to sport a hardon. Richard was angry, confused. Something like a primal instinct kept urging him on. He wondered if he were hallucinating or even dreaming, if he might wake up and this would all be a dream. Now, it didn't matter. He felt so horney, so alive, so powerful. He wasn't a fag and didn't understand the feelings he was having. He wanted to fuck Adams. And he wanted it now. Adams cowered below the beast, trembling, incoherently begging for Richard to spare his life. With a swift motion, Richard grabbed Adams by the neck with one hand, easily foisting him up into the air. Richard's hardon grew more erect, thinking about the power he held over this puny specimen, his iron grip feeling the pulsing veins in Adams' neck. He held Adams high in the air above his head, enjoying the sensation. He watched Richard gasp for breath, trying to break Richard's iron grip. Richard teased Adams, letting him have enough air to regain consciousness for a few moments. Richard ripped of Adams cloths, almost devouring them with his other hand, the chain, still wrapped around his hand, clanging as it moved. He admired Richard's body -- somewhat hairy, nicely athletic. He wanted to kiss Adams - no, he wanted to ram his tongue down Adams' throat. He brought his victim down towards his face, forcing open his half-unconcious mouth his his powerful tongue. He placed his mouth over Adams' mouth and nose, sucking and forcing his tongue down deep into Adams' throat. Adams' lung collapsed, unable to withstand the wind force of Richard's lungs. Some his teeth came out of the sockets, sucked into Richard's mouth. Richard felt the teeth and tasted the blood. He liked the feeling. He was aroused by the iron-like taste of Adams' blood. Richard turned his head and spit out one of the teeth. He grinned watching and hearing it shoot through the air like a rifle shot and seeing it embedded deep into the concrete wall. He chewed on the remaining teeth, tasting the pulp and marrow inside. The taste was so sweet - almost like absorbing power and strength from another person. Richard's immense hardon broke through the remainder of his pants, pointing slightly upwards, erect, balls dangling between his immense thighs. He looked down and admired his cock. He reached a beefy finger towards the end, taking a pint of streaming precum on his finger. He plunged his meaty finger, the size of any normal man's cock, into the doc's tight fuck hole, easily spreading his athletic ass with his remaining fingers. He massaged Adam's ass and hole, preparing it for his own horse sized member. Adams groaned slightly, only regaining enough consciousness to understand that something was happening to him. Richard, still holding on to Adams' neck, lowered the limp body on to his massive, horse sized cock. Richard could feel the Adams ass spread by the force -- one foot in. He teased Adams, moving his cock head in out of Adams. Blood begin to drip out of Adams' ass onto the floor. Richard wrapped the chain around his balls, squeezing them, making them hang lower and making his dick throb with more blood. He placed his hands around Adams' puny shoulder, forcing him down on his two foot cock. Richard could feel the sphincter splitting, the muscles bones and tendons giving way. He looked at Adams mid-section and, using his new found vision, looked deep inside Adams' body, admiring the immense, throbbing cock inside. He placed his meaty hands under Adams arms, forcing him up and down on his cock, squeezing tightly on his pecs. He felt Adams' collarbone and shoulder bones shatter, making him even more aroused. Richard's dick was engorged. He slid his dick in and out of Adams limp body, watching his belly and chest expand, giving way to the horse cock inside. Richard took the iron chain wrapped around his balls, pulling on the chains as they began to bend and give way, almost melting under his power. He kissed Adams again, sucking with all his might on Adams mouth, enjoying the sensation of Adams jaw bone crack and shatter. Richard's immense cock continued thrusting Adams, breaking all of his ribs, becoming more hard and engorged with Richard's powerful blood, moving it's way to Richards chest. He felt Adams dying heart beating against the head of his own throbbing cock. He thrust his massive muscled hips upward and upward towards the heart. Suddenly, Richard came. Gallons of cum worked their way up his flaming hot cock, bursting through the top of Adams' body -- Adams' neck was broken by the force, his neck pushed to one side by the immense cock now forcing its way through his neck. Richard smelled the blood, watching it thrust high into the air mixed with his cum, smelling it's sweet taste, trying to catch it in his mouth. He could resist -- he placed what was left of Adams torso in his mouth, sucking the blood from his victim's body. Richard was still horney. He placed his immense hands around Adams torso, crushing it, enjoying the mix of blood, bone and body fluids rushing all over his hands and covering his still throbbing cock. There was blood and shattered bones everywhere; Richard enjoyed the taste and smell. He heard a noise in the hallway. He looked up and, seeing through the thick heavy iron, saw six guards trying to force the door open.