#brute

[doomtrooper77]

Nothing Here is Free

[Note: this story has mature sexual themes. If this is not your kind of thing, just skip it and enjoy the image]

Surprisingly, this section of the cellblock was quiet. Almost all cons were in the TV room or the weight room. The guards let me sit in my cell, reading books from the library. I couldn't concentrate because I was still shaken up from the incident in the shower.

I had only been in Joliet for a month, and most of the cons had left me alone. I had only been in Gen Pop for a couple of days. I knew it wouldn't last. Everything I had been told about inside said that eventually, I would have to choose a side, or it might choose me. This morning, I was showering, minding my business, and before I knew it, I was surrounded by four guys.

They grabbed me and pushed me up against the shower wall. I could tell when they wanted. What they were going to do. It was the look in their eyes and the feeling in the air. Some of the other prisoners looked away and even moved away. Others turned with their own predatory looks on their faces. I might have stood a chance one-on-one with any one of these guys, but four of them. They already had me pinned where I could move. I struggled, and they seemed to like it more.

Just when I thought, "Here we go," a voice said, "Let him be." It wasn't loud; it was simply a matter of fact. The tone of the voice said, "Stop what you are doing." In a few seconds, I felt the hands holding me loosen—loose enough for me to turn around. Three shower heads away was a massive man. 6'4 or 6'5 and tipping the scales easily over 350 pounds of inked muscle. He was still soaping himself down as he stared at the group.

One of the guys holding me said, "Hey Joe, this ain't none of your business. He's not affiliated, so he's fresh meat." Joe replied, "My business is what I say it is. I said Let him be." Now that commanding voice had the edge of potential violence in it. Even under the warm water I got a chill.

Three guys got a hint, but one thought he would take his shot. He walked up to Joe, and before he could fully lift his hands to fight, Joe backhanded him and grabbed him by his neck before he could fall. With casual ease, he picked up the 250-pound man and threw him into the wall 10 feet away. The guy hit the wall with a crunch and fell, unmoving, to the shower room floor. Joe hadn't stopped looking at the other three guys the entire time. The three men near me looked away from Joe and left the shower room. Joe watched them and turned back to finish his shower; however, his eyes landed on mine for about 5 seconds, and I felt trapped in a tiger's gaze. Part of me wanted to thank him, but I was told that sometimes, recognizing something like this meant you owed that person a favor. You don't want to owe people inside here.

The rest of the morning went quickly. Some of the other cons looked at me curiously. Nobody sat near me. When the guards told us we could go to the TV room or the weight room, I asked if I could go back to my cell. The guard looked at me for a second and told me yes.

I had been sitting here for a couple of hours when I heard the heavy boot tread coming down the tier. I figured it was one of the guards, but suddenly, the light from the windows across the tier dimmed, and I looked up. Standing, filling my cell door, is Joe. Fuck, he was even bigger than I thought because he filled the doorway. Shoulders are wider than the opening. He stood there looking at him.

His body was coated in sweat, and he had a massive pump. He had to just come from the weight room. He and some other monsters in this cell block were almost always there. He stood there looking at me, not saying anything. He wore nothing but some worn jeans and big, worn logger boots. His eyes just bore into mine. Seconds ticked away. I finally said, "Uhhh, thanks for, you know, this morning."

He just stood there, then he said. "Nothing in here is free." He shifted his weight and filled more of the doorway and cell. "Here's the thing, those three pups are wannabe bad guys. Me, I am a real deal Bad Guy. I am a mean, nasty piece of work, and I like it that way." Joe said, stepping more into my cell. "So let's be clear, you're fucked no matter what. Either you can get down on your knees of your own free will right now and show me how much you appreciate my intervention this morning; because you're gonna get fucked by me. When I want. Where I want. How I want." A chill of terror went down my spine as he spoke. I know the fear had to show on my face because I could see his expression change.

He stepped closer and casually rolled his shoulders, and his upper body seemed to expand. A feeling of menace seems to roll off of him like invisible waves. "Or I'm gonna make you get down on your knees and fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. But then I let it be known that you don't have my protection and those 4 pups and every other wanna-be predator in this cellblock, and the next will know you are free meat."

His face hardened as he gave me the second choice. "You choose the first choice and manage to survive the first week of me pleasing me; I might take you into the weight room and help you learn how to protect yourself because my bitch will never be anybody else's bitch." Joe said, his voice full of violence and venom.

"I might like you choosing the second choice. It's been a few weeks since I really fucked someone up." He said, closing his big fist so tight that the knuckles cracked like tree limbs snapping. The veins from his hand to his shoulders seem to snake and squirm in anticipation.

Just then, I saw one of the guards pass by. I could see that he stopped and was about to say something when Joe twisted around. Whatever the guard saw on his face, he walked on. Joe turned back. "None of them can help you, boy," Joe said. "I know this is a lot for you to take in, so I'm gonna give you 15 seconds to consider your future." Joe finished. His big right hand when to his crotch, and I could see a big outline of his cock. His hand stroked the length of it down the inside of his pants leg. His big, inked, hairy hand slid up and down the length of it. I could see it growing and twitching under the tight fabric.

Although 15 seconds seemed like a small amount of time, in my spinning brain, it was more than enough time for me to imagine a thousand scenarios. Joe's face split into a hard grin as I slid off my bunk and got on my knees. Joe took a deep, growling break and said, "Unzip it."

The first time was a blur. All I can remember was the hot, sweaty taste of his cock sliding in my mouth and his big powerful hands holding my head steady as he skull fucked me within an inch of my life. He was so rough that I blacked out twice and vaguely remember a guard finding me on the floor of my cell in a pool of spit and cum. He asked me if I needed to go to the infirmary. I told him no and managed to crawl back into my bunk. That night I remember my cell door opening, and Joe coming back in that night, and Skull fucked me again and took my ass for the first time. By the end of the week, I was no longer blacking out.

Two months later, I was moved into Joe's cell and his cellmate. He took me three or four times a day, but he also started taking me to the weight room every day. I've been inside for nine months now. I came in weighing 220 pounds; Joe's got me up to 255 pounds now. He's had me fight three guys because he says his bitch needs to be able to protect himself. I won all three fights. The night after the third fight, Joe had fucked me rougher than ever before. His big hands were around my neck, and he plowed into me like a jackhammer. It was rough, but I could take it. When he lay sweaty and satisfied in his bunk, he said, "Kid, you might make it here." His voice had no menace or disdain, just a statement of fact. I didn't say anything, but I smiled at myself. I would survive.

Truth is, I am beginning to enjoy it.

[toacody]

Revenge, the Bull Mercenary

Especially effective against Toa of Fire.

Source

Creator: Vox22

[lilman2luv]

Ready to rumble

[starrysharks]

comm cooldown, inspired by aiden hughes

[roughridingrednecks]

[h0use-fly]

hi guys

[weltonboys]

emily skaja

[choke2sleep]

And……ssleeeep. Brute puts Joey Nux to sleep in a bear hug.

[doomtrooper77]

What feeling do you get when you see a cop like this paying attention to you. Real attention. Focused attention.

[toacody]

krekka (2024)

Only gets better with time.

Source

Creator: FeroxJ

[lemurlord]

The call me a Breaker on account of my subpar Brute capabilities.

I trip and violently shatter into a billion pieces.

[halo-adicto]

[ppgxrrblove]

i love the school au designs except for brat... dont feel comfortable for the whole crop top sailor shirt with a darn short skirt - its not cute, especially when brats only seen as a 5-year old, i think it would've been nice if her skirt was longer; i know the girls have aged as teens, making it well known that punks aged as teens as well - that we never seen, but since, ya know they do exist if the girls have it pretty sure the punks too.

[sheppi-isometrics]

⚔️ Severed Head enemy token on Patreon

The next tokens are the Vampire Lord (The First Vampire, Strahd) and The Tyrant Lich (Tar Baphon, The Whispering Tyrant) for the Gothic set. These two are the paragon enemies of their campaign and I will try to present them as such whe they are ready :3

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[thejockout]

New File Time! | Learn Your Place

"Though we may try to deny it sometimes, though others may attempt to dissuade us… Our place always finds us, and we always find our place. So the question becomes what is your place, and what are we talking about here? What precisely are you looking to find… and what am I looking to give you in this dropped place inside your mind? Well, it's simple. You're here because part of you knows, deep down inside, that there is a natural system of hierarchy in this world.

A hierarchy of the powerful... and the weak. Those on top... and those underneath. This hierarchy can go by many names. Some take the mistaken animal kingdom labels of the alpha and beta wolf… some simply use the terms dominant, or submissive.

Not everybody subscribes to this idea of hierarchy - but you do. You wouldn't be here now if you didn't. Even if there’s a conflict in you about whether such a hierarchy is right or fair, you know that it’s reality, you know that hierarchy is reality and you’re here because it's been clear from the start exactly what this trance is going to do for you. I seek to help you better understand and accept your place in this hierarchy. To help you become more of that which you already are...  and to live out that role without unnecessary shame, baggage, or societal inhibitions stopping you from fulfilling that role to the best of your ability. "

A special gift for you all this month; here's a two-for-one special.

Have you ever heard the phrase Hierarchy is Reality?

It's used a lot in certain kink circles to emphasise the difference between doms/subs. It's a fantasy, ultimately, but one which many find themselves in.

Both versions of this file seek to help you understand your own intuitive place on this Hierarchy and then exaggerate, empower that leaning you have towards dominance/submission to boost the enjoyment you get from it. Test listeners have loved it - you will too, if you're looking to become either more dominant or submissive. If not... uhhh, see you next week!

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Hierarchy Is Reality - lots of talk about this inevitable hierarchy. For submissives, there are lots of nouns used to describe it; no slurs, but "sissy" is referenced as a broad archetype of submissive, as well as betas and etc. There is discussion of sexual predestination in this regard, "we are all born one way or another" type of suggestions.

Exaggeration of pre-existing dominant/submissive traits - the idea with these files is that if you're 10% dom, or 10% sub, it will increase that percentage. Whichever side of the scale you tip more towards will have its weight increased!

Don't listen if you're working through sexual baggage or if you're a happy switch. Switches/vers people are of course real lol, but this file pushes the idea that everyone is either one or the other. If that's not your bag in a kinky sense, then don't listen.

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When I'm not dropping myself or others, I'm off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland. But I am always available for commissions if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $65-120, but you can check my pinned Tumblr post for more up-to-date info. Keep listening, bros.

[doomtrooper77]

What does this BRUTES look say to you?