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Bull
Meet B's opponent in his first big fight.
[Dany: Fighting Ring Arc]
This is adapted from an RP with @hackles-up, my beloved B (Beast) is her character.
Content / warnings: illegal fights, forced to fight, threats of noncon, humiliation and dehumanisation, broken bone, shock collar, whumpee x caretaker, bad guy pov. BBU setting implied.
Today's arena was impressive; even though it was as improvised as they all were. Set in the old sports area of an abandoned factory's rooming house, the organizers had invested in quite a bit of equipment and service to make the venue memorable.
Large stage lighting systems were installed on the long sides of the pool, spotlights that would later illuminate the fighting pit on the bottom of the empty pool now dancing over the expectant audience, the caterers flitting between them, and the fighters preparing in a cordoned-off area opposite the entrance.
Bull stood in the fighter's area with crossed arms, his back to the wall, the size of the empty half circle around him a good indicator for the respect he'd earned himself over the past years. He was a favorite; his owner's, but also, the crowd's. Every now and then one of the guests in their suits or evening wear would step in closer to the cordon, look at him, and nod contently before they pulled out their wallets and turned towards the betting stations. He allowed himself a short smile. More money meant more clout, meant more rewards. Bull had started as a desperate street fighter, but he had worked himself up to his own room in his master's house, his own chef, his own physical therapist.
Only thing he'd ceased getting, something other Dogs had, were Chewtoys.
Bull went through them too quickly, Master had said. He'd have to wait for the fights. It was an unspoken law, that everyone who set up an opponent for Bull, everyone who wanted to challenge the champion, added a prize for him as well. He hadn't seen tonight's one, yet. Not that it mattered much. He'd win. He always did. And after, there'd be someone scared and warm waiting for his cock.
Usually, these prizes were runaways, gathered from the street, or discount pets after a third or fourth refurb. Skinny, scarred, pathetic. Most weren't even Romantics. Didn't matter. Bull didn't want to be seduced.
They rarely made it long. Sometimes, spectators of the fights would pay Bull's master extra, to let them watch the aftermath. In those cases, they did last longer. Bull knew how to give a spectacle.
He figured they'd want a spectacle tonight, as well. Bull was the headliner, scheduled for the last fight of the night - as always -, but this time, they pitted him against fresh meat. One of Hank's, this place's head operator's, latest findings. The man was good at spotting potential; but setting his latest toy up against Bull in his very first fight? Risky, to say the least.
From the corner of his eye, Bull saw one of Hank's trainers pointing at him. Ryder. Arrogant, overpriced ass who wouldn't last a second in the pit himself. Only thing he could achieve was mess with WRU products conditioned minds. His Master had brought Ryder in as a trainer for Bull once, because he was meant to be the best. Hadn't worked out well. Bull didn't fight because of weird WRU drugs messing up his brain. Bull fought because he wanted to. Because fighting opened doors for him. Because he couldn't just do whatever he wanted, but was celebrated for it, revered even. His Master had a claim on him, sure, but both Bull and him knew, he could walk away whenever he wanted. He just didn't want it.
Bull's gaze rested on the Dog next to Ryder. Curious, that Hank let Ryder train the newbie. Quite the investment into someone who'd be obliterated. He watched the new Dog with a glint of lazy interest. Big, just like Bull himself. Lot slimmer around the waist, though. Built to be not only strong, but pretty, too. He was younger than Bull, but far older than the usual fresh meat they'd throw on the market.
And obviously pumped on drugs. Bull smirked and gestured at his trainer. Well then. He'd match that. His trainer raced to his side with a drinking bottle. Filled with the good juice. Bull took a big gulp. "What's that guy's story?"
"They call him the Beast. Runaway WRU they found on the trash and built up again."
"Guessed as much."
"There's more though. Something you should know."
"Hm?"
"Bait's his girlfriend."
Bull chuckled. "Pathetic. Dogs don't do relationships."
"Maybe he's an unusual one. He's going to want to defend her."
Bull watched the pet from hard eyes. "I'll keep him alive then. Let him watch."
The trainer tilted his head, but his reply was drowned out in booming music, tuning over into an announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen! We have a great line up for you tonight, so get those bets in and let’s get this show on the road!”
The new Dog startled at the noise and the following roar of the crowd.
Bull chuckled half to himself. This would be easy. Still. He could make it easier still.
"Where is that prize?" Bull asked, over the cheer of the audience, unfazed by the noise. It would grow a lot louder, when he came up, later. "Get her here. Pay someone if you must. Gonna push some buttons before we're on."
His glance followed the trainer, wandering over the spectators, who cheered as the first fighters of the day were let down into the ring.
There he was, the ring's manager, Hank, standing next to his boss in the first row.
By their side, kept on a short leash, knelt a young woman in a tight black catsuit, her face pressed against Hank's leg.
From the distance, Bull saw Hank shake his head. His boss put a hand on Hank's arm, saying something into his ear, that caused Hank to lift his arm and throw an with an indignant gesture at Bull.
Bull grinned. He always got what he wanted. He made the money tonight, after all.
It was thrilling, to see the bristling Hank stomp towards him, the bait dragged behind him, struggling to keep his pace as she crawled on all fours.
The girl could've been conventionally attractive, Bull guessed, if that was what one was into. Tall, skinny, soft, cute little cat ears nestled in her short hair. She was also humiliated, terrified, and drugged just enough to make that terror plain obvious but render her unable to do anything. That certainly was something Bull was into. He smiled, flashing all his sharpened teeth.
"Don't do anything stupid, Bull." Hank kept the girl on a tight leash, as he arrived just on the other side of the cordon. It wasn't only rope keeping them in, though.
Circuits were embedded in the floor, that would set off the collar of any Dog who crossed it before the time for their fights. Bull knew precisely where these are, and how to avoid them when he sauntered towards her.
He grinned, ignoring Hank's speech.
He could swear the bait was shivering already.
"So, Kitty," he snarled instead, making sure the new guy overheard. "I hear you're used to taking Dog cock?"
It was enough already. From the side, he heard an animalistic roar, alarmed screams from the handlers.
The new guy was lunging forward, gnashing his teeth together, all but dragging the two handlers desperately trying to pull back his leash.
"Dany!" His voice was harsh and raw.
"Dany," Bull all but purred. "They give names to the fucktoys? What a waste."
"Beastie! Stay!" Ryder was running towards his charge.
"Catch poles! Get the catch poles-" Hank yelled orders at the handlers.
The commotion in the fighters' area had stirred the audience, enough for their attention to shift from the fight down in the pit to tonight's main contestants. Murmurs and laughter erupted, even a cheer or two for Bull.
He grinned, taking in his surroundings.
Hank had pushed himself between the Fighters and the girl.
Not far enough though.
At the other end of the area, the WRU pet had shaken off the handlers trying to pull him back and charged towards Bull, letting out a guttural roar.
Bull knew exactly where he could step, and his arms were long enough. His left arm pushed Hank away, his right wrapped around the girl's leash and yanked.
The whore wouldn't have been any match for him in any state. Drugged as she was, she all but fell right into his arms with a hoarse scream, just as he spun back towards the charging idiot, the girl pressed firmly against his front, right in the Beast's path.
The other stopped dead in his tracks, inches in front of them.
"Easy, buddy," Bull taunted. "We're not on yet."
It sounded like the fight had been interrupted down in the pit. All eyes were on them now. Perfect.
Bull fastened his hold of the fucktoy, acknowledging the press of her warm, tense body against his, her frantic heartbeat against his chest, that caused a pleasant stir in his groin. She'd be fun, later. He leaned in the slightest bit, licked a slow, long strip over her neck, making sure his sharpened teeth caught the light just right.
"You've fucked her before, too, haven't you? Don't you think I too deserve a taste of what I fight for?"
"Bull," Hank hissed. "Step down."
Bull ignored him easily. Hank would acknowledge the rustle of bills around him just as much as Bull did. And even if he didn't - Hank's own boss sure did. All attention was good attention.
The other Fighter took another slow, predatory step towards Bull.
Behind him catch poles were silently, hastily being snatched up. Fingers hovered over controllers. Nobody dared to make a move though. It seemed as if everyone held their breath.
Then, the wannabe-Beast lunged forward, eyes glaring with unbridled fury, his first crashing towards Bull's face.
He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Too bad for him that Bull did.
The bitch screamed, when the pet's fist came crashing towards her. Bull had to leave it to his opponent - he was fast. Good to know. No chance for Bull to wrestle his girl in the line of attack, just to throw himself back and dodge. The "Beast"'s fist brushed over Bull's cheek, but failed to fully connect.
Before he could even withdraw his arm, his eyes widened. His body spasmed. He fell over like a felled tree.
For the tight fracture of a second, Bull expected a shock of his own. None came. So he just watched his opponent crumble in front of him. The whore's heart against him was racing, her shiver a tantalizing distraction on Bull's skin. He gently lowered his mouth over her neck, pulse under his enforced teeth. Her breath stilled. As did the audience's.
"Intermission," the announcer's voice crackled over the speakers. "We've decided to interupt tonight's program, and pull forward our main fight. Please, refill your drinks, adjust your bets, and be ready to see Bull vs Beast, starting in no less than five minutes!"
Bull locked gaze with his Master, in the first row, slight panic in his eyes, gesturing for him to let go. Bull rolled his eyes. Idiot. As if Bull would risk disqualification like that.
He slowly pulled back from her neck, felt the tension of the audience dissolve, just like his Master's.
"I'll finish with you soon enough," he murmured into the whore's hair, loud enough for those spectators around him to brighten up in anticipation.
"Fighters, step back," another announcement cracked.
Bull nodded his head in faux deference and set the prize down to her feet, ready to toss her back to Hank.
Not without a little signature, though.
A slight twist of his arm was all it took.
He felt her bone shift under her skin, heard it crack, just as he let go of her with a swift push.
She landed in a heap in front of Hank's feet, screaming in pain.
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The audience slowly retreated, ushered back by Hank's security. Handlers rushed in to look after Hank's sorry ruffled Beastie, already sitting up, pale from the shock's aftermath, rendered unable to do anything but growl. What a throwback for the upcoming fight these shocks would prove to be.
Bull's own trainer appeared by his side with a bag of ice for his face, and he reached out to take it.
His gaze rested on Hank though, and he relished the way the manager's lip formed an asshole. He'd never say it out loud, though. Hank knew where his boss' money came from.
And so he seethed in furious silence as he signalled for a medic to look after his pathetic fucktoy's broken arm.
"Waste of time," Bull mouthed, grinning at Hank and lifting a finger to draw a line across his throat. "She's done. They both are."
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#fighting ring arc#Dany Hammond#B the guard dog#threat of noncon#forced to fight#some humiliation#and dehumanisation
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Remember.
#original art#personal art#never again is now#lighting a candle#to remember#and shine a light in the darkness#against hate#and dehumanisation#my art
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like idk maybe this is just me but i'd genuinely rather throw my loose change into something that could possibly be but is very unlikely to be a scam and just be like "oh well" if it does actually turn out to be a scam than try to denounce every single palaestinian that just wants to live in safety. tripling down on that behaviour is just fucking embarrassing. "it's not racist to be skeptical of donations asks" that's true but saying that a group of brown people are all hustlers running a mass scam ring is undoubtedly extremely racist you fucking clowns.
#''they speak poor english so they're obviously a scammer'' do you people fucking hear yourselves holy shit#actual imperialistic shit to say that everybody should be speaking perfect english and dehumanising those that don't
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That's how it went
#tma#the magnus archives#tma podcast#magpod#mag 160#tma spoilers#tma s4#tma season four#jonathan sims#elias bouchard#my stuff#thats all i could think of after hearing elias talk abt jon being an archive#all jokes aside it makes me so sad and crazy to think abt it#like theres a lot in tma about losing ones humanity#and jons choices surely contribute to him losing it as well#but for the most part its him being dehumanised by others#well mostly elias and his plans of creating an archive of fear#jon going from 'a person having a position (the head archivist)' -> 'a person being a position (the archivist)' and finally to 'a position#(an archive)#its just so sad#and the fact that it ties with him losing bodily autonomy and being viewed like an object instead of a person#im dead on the floor crying#okay im done sorry#tma shitpost
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The terrorists:
#lebanon#randy feenstra#the dehumanisation of Arab lives is evident#let’s be clear this is about America maintaining cheap access to oil#islamophobia#iof war crimes#boycott israel#israeli occupation#us politics#politics#free gaza#free palestine#palestine#gaza strip#gaza
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whumpee characterizations ? and what it takes to break them
thief whumpee: silver-tongued/ can't keep still/ uses humor as a coping mechanism-> gagged/ stress positions/ a casual whumper whose indifference immobilizes whumpee
royal whumpee: stoic/ proud/ seeks revenge after their imprisonment-> forced to kneel/ public humiliation, dragged around like a trophy, collared, branded etc/ enough scars to look like a constellation on their skin
healer whumpee: kind/ keeps up an image for the sake of others/ skilled in their trade-> pushed to the edge/ others have to take care of them/ hands or fingers so badly damaged they'll never be able to help anyone else again
innocent whumpee: naive/ trusting/ hopeful-> "no one is coming for you"/ left to die/ a whumper who twists whumpee's anger against their friends
bitter whumpee: apathetic/ shrugs off what they've been through/ exhausted-> "I'm fine." followed by collapsing/ vivid flashbacks where they wake up screaming/ refuses to fall asleep after their ordeal
leader whumpee: independent to the point of isolation/ tries to protect everyone/ mentally well-adjusted (mostly)-> set up to fail/ forced to hurt their teammates/ they come back changed, and everyone avoids them
villain whumpee: defiant/ insults whumper every chance they get/ so many failed escape attempts-> non-con drugging, left a shadow of their past selves/ conditioned to obey/ kneeling next to whumper at a press conferences
#whump#whump writing#whump prompt#whumpblr#whump community#whump prompts#whump ideas#whump scenario#whump archetypes#leader whumpee#villain whumpee#royal whump#noncon drugging#dehumanisation#captivity
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once again being reminded of how weird being a taylor swift fan on this website is because the people who claim to hate her just clearly do not listen to her. I saw someone say "does taylor swift even know she's been turned into a brand and stripped of her humanity? is she aware of the fact she lives in a gilded cage where she can't be imperfect?" like my sibling in christ that's what her past two albums have been about about. what exactly did you guys think anti-hero was?
#taylor swift#midnights and ttpd read as a straight up cry for help but all you guys hear is 'catchy pop' like congrats! you just proved you are#distracted by synth beats#anyway who wants my 'taylor swift's fucked up relationshipwith fame' playlist#they also always say it like it's a big revelation meanwhile swiffers are over here like#'yeah the dehumanising affects of fame on an artist. we've all seen it.'#midnights#the tortured poets department#kinda wanna sit down w one of them and pick their brain about it. like /how/ did you come to this conclusion
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magnus podcasts are just “what if we put together a bunch of people who really need human connection and are fundamentally really similar and deeply care about each other then make it so none of them ever communicate”
#and then they all die#jonny sims you are EVIL for this#they could’ve helped each other!!! they could’ve been relatively better during the horrors!!!#but NOOOOO we gotta go into the damaging effects of isolation and dehumanisation by isolating and dehumanising my blorbos 😒#tma#tmagp#the magnus protocol#the magnus archives#magpod
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Pillow princesses do nothing in bed except take my strap, look pathetic, and moan like a bitch what is there not not to like about that? They're like a cute fleshlight!
#wlw and nblw only#wlw concepts#nsft concept#wlw nsft#wlw ns/fw#lesbian#dehumanizing kink#dehumanisation tw#dehumanizing language#butch lesbian#lesbian sex#femme dyke#femme lesbian#femme4butch#femme4femme#butch4butch
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#yemen#jerusalem#tel aviv#current events#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#news on gaza#palestine news#news update#war news#war on gaza#gaza genocide#genocide#dehumanisation
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Reminder that almost no western country even recognised the State of Palestine
And yet, we’re supposed to believe they want a two state solution?
#Palestine#Gaza#free Palestine#free Gaza#note: as an Arab i believe in a one state solution (the state being Palestine)#because a two state solution isn’t possible (look at the westbank as an example)#isra*l is built off of the dehumanisation of Palestinians so there can be no peace whilst it exists#also Palestinians and Jews lived together in harmony IN PALESTINE so
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Whumpee locked in a cell, without clothes.
It's a classic, but for good reason. Stripping someone of their clothes is such a simple and effective way to strip them of their dignity, warmth, safety and even part of their identity.
And if you want to dehumanize them even further? Make them wear a collar and nothing else.
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there’s something about whumpee being talked about like they aren’t even in the room that just gets me
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i feel like i'm fighting for my fucking life here
#ultrakill#hollow knight#risk of rain 2#baldur's gate 3#there are absolutely more out there these are just the primary ones from games *i* play#it's totally fine to hc other pronouns tho like it's very obvious when it's just queer ppl having fun#i'm talking abt the ppl who default to he/him pronouns when referring to nonhuman characters#it's always he/him too . like what's up with that#i am an any pronouns user but it/its are my favourites#and i dunno Feelsweird when it/its is pretty adamantly used for characters ingame and ppl just throw it aside#'oh but it/its pronouns are dehumanising' that's the POINT !!!!! grrr#i like it/its because it makes me feel LESS human . i connect with these characters because they are inhuman and monstrous fundamentally#. you know#this is all in good fun btw i'm not that serious about this#just felt like it needed to be pointed out
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i have not stopped thinking about tarsus iv ever
#just. the way lenore constantly dehumanises jim the entire time#comparing him to the ship & to caesar & literally asking if he is human#and saying that jim isn’t innocent and deserves to die bc he’s one of the tarsus nine……..#and jim struggling with vengeance. they may rest easier……#but if jim kills kodos will HE rest easier? will he be haunted by his moment of blind innate hatred#or would it finally put his own ghosts to rest?#normal i’m so normal about this episode#star trek#star trek tos#james kirk#the conscience of the king#tarsus iv
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Help I can’t stop thinking about being used as a fleshlight by him I cannot stop thinking about it oh my god
The idea of being completely pinned to the ground and mounted? One hand on my throat the other keeping my legs open? Him pumping his cock deep inside me, hitting my cervix because of the angle? Me drooling and panting and purring because of how good it feels?
Him eventually getting tired and laying flat on top of me, rutting inside me even deeper? Not stopping until he’s filled me with cum, because after all, I’m just a toy???
#help I need it#ftm nsft#trans nsft#ftm bottom#ftm ns/fw#ftm sub#bd/sm pet#ftm puppy#breeding pet#queer nsft#dehumanisation tw#dehumanization kink#objectification#objectification kink#human fleshlight#fleshlight sub#use me like a fleshlight#bd/sm breeding#somno breeding#breeding bitch#breeding k1nk#breeding toy#ftm breeding
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