#male prisoners

[submission4]

Wrong Trail 12

Two of the younger tribeswomen watched from a distance, slightly amused at the situation unfolding in the tree lined clearing. “What are the sisters doing with all those white men?” one asked the other. The slightly older girl gave a knowing smile. “Making a video, I think.” she answered. Her companion looked surprised. “No sacrifice to the forest gods then?” she asked. Her friend laughed out loud. “Ngozi, you are funny!” she giggled. “This is 2025! No, our queen has a contract with the soft porn video company, Bound Men In Trouble! This is part of our contract.” Ngozi nodded sagely. “I understand, sister.” she replied slowly. “But do the white boys know this?”

In fact, for Luke, Matt and David the penny was beginning to drop. Suddenly the terrifying warrior women were no longer staring at them with haughty intent, but their faces had broken out into mischievous smiles. Instead of the firebrands the lads were expecting to light the trees against which they were tied being produced, one of the group pushed her way to the front wielding a video camera. “I got all the tying up shots,” she told the others in perfect English, “but I need some of you to look suitably menacing standing next to them. Has anyone seen the plastic assegais? I bought a load in specially.” As the women began to chatter about who should take centre screen, Luke turned to his bound buddies, a half smile on his lips too.

“Guys,” he said, “I think we’ve been had…”

To be continued.

AI images created via AIFantasy and Ideogram.

[hbfmguy2]

Lady Francesca and the Gillies

I’m slightly shame-faced to admit it, but one of my fantasies is that involving a tweed-skirted lady of the manor taking some young male yokels captive when she discovers them trespassing on her land (tell me what British class obsession has entered my fetish there!). So I was very impressed when Harold came up with the character of Lady Francesca and her aristocratic but fairly terrifying shotgun-toting female followers known as “The Gillies”. Francesca and her beautiful toffs take great delight in capturing, stripping and tying up the estate intruders and as blonde-haired Samantha warns the hapless men while tying them up and gagging them, “The lady has ordered something special for you!”

Scary stuff…

[igiveupmiss3]

Teenage Bounty Hunters

Twins Sterling and Blair Wesley did everything together - “borrowing” their dad’s 4x4, Willingham Academy homework, pursuing boys and apprehending bail jumpers. “Well done, Sterling!” grinned Blair over at her sister as the girls escorted their handcuffed prisoners towards their “borrowed” car. “No, well done you, sis!” replied Sterling. “Seems these two weren’t up to much. I’m amazed we’re going to get $1,000 for such a couple of wusses!”

AI images created by Ideogram.

[adgp35]

Tie Them Tight

“Tie them up, Marie,” Angelina ordered her sister abruptly, snatching up the shotgun, “and make it tight!” The younger woman nodded and retrieved a coil of rope hanging on a nail in their cabin. Daniel looked at Angelina, bemused. “But, miss,” he stuttered, “what’s the problem? We don’t mean you no harm.” The young woman gazed back at the frontiersman coldly. “Maybe not, Mr Boone,” she replied, “but the British have a bounty on you two that Marie and I could really do with claiming. Now you and pretty boy there put your hands behind your backs real nice for Marie now.”

Daniel looked at his young companion and inclined his head reluctantly. Both men obeyed Angelina’s instruction as Marie moved forward with the rope to bind them.

Source: Daniel Boone TV series: Series 5, Episode 26, A Pinch Of Salt (1969), posted by RoperMike on his website, Guys In Trouble.

[combinaison01]

Executions

Jail

Hanging

Prisons

Skinheads

Coveralls

Army

Military

Corporal punishment

Gay farmers

[emmadesignstuff]

CELEBRITIES BASE SIMS #1

It's my first time doing celebrities they are not super similar, I did my best lol enjoy playing with them! If you have a famous person that you want me to do send me a dm :)

-> They are not dressed, it's only base sims so you can choose the outfits and the body structure, they only have hair and makeup as you see them :) (I put basic EA clothes)

IAN (sfs, mf) // ANGELINA (sfs, mf)

DOJA (sfs, mf) // ARIANA (sfs, mf)

MICHAEL (sfs, mf) // ADRIANA (sfs, mf)

You just have to put the .package in your Mods folder

Let me know if you have any issues

[submission4]

Anguish

“See you in the morning, boys!” the mysterious woman who had kidnapped the two hitchhikers said cheerily, leaving the anguished young men to their bound and gagged misery for the night…

Sources: capturedguys.com and uniquefacewitch on Tumblr

[hbfmguy2]

One More for the Collection

Unfortunately I have had to crop this illustration to make it displayable on Tumblr, but I hope the basic depiction of a professional female kidnapper on the hunt for victims still comes across. I love the look of eager anticipation on the face of this leather-gloved beauty. Harold manages to convey both her excitement and scariness as she closes in on an oblivious male taking a shower.

[little-cibby]

What will you do if you wake up next to me😋😍 reblog if you want me to ride you 😋😍

[adgp35]

Don’t Mess With Women!

Infuriated by the recent government attack on their headquarters, requiring a sudden relocation of their base, the Leather Thugs undertook an immediate reprisal by overrunning a small police outpost in order to take hostages and raise money to replenish their depleted funds. Their easy victory and the capture of the defeated male officers was only part of the Thugs’ objectives however. After restraining their prisoners in their signature fashion - the men forced to stand with their hands on their heads with pantyhose pulled over their faces and their mouths taped gagged - the leather-clad fearsome women lined the demoralised officers up and filmed them standing next to some of their most glamorous guards. “Smile, assholes!” Sabrina, the video editor laughed. “Oh pardon me, you can’t!”

Sabrina’s footage was duly posted on the Thugs’ website ThugsRus and their YouTube channel Leather Girl Power, to send a clear message to the authorities. The strapline read: “Don’t Mess With Women, Wimps!”

My interpretation of the story behind this great femdom image created by VanHeistLadies, who posts his evocative female supremacy art on Deviant Art.

[beuxwhoyouare]

Getting Away with It

I almost got away with it. Truthfully, I didn't even know I would go as far as taking him out. But I mean he had it coming, I heard all the horrible things he had done that I could hear through the penthouse walls in the building I worked in. All the times he'd abuse a partner, slur people in the halls, not to mention act like he was a god because he made good money in sales or whatever.

He crossed a line one day, as I saw him nudge someone into the street nearly getting them hit by a bus. So sure was it right to take him out? Maybe not, but did I feel good taking one bad person off the streets...absolutely. Unfortunately, what I did was caught on camera and the legal system takes that narrative with no context and runs with it.

So I mean yeah I almost got away with a drastic good deed. But now I'm here on a life sentence for murder. I like routine in my day and in here the days are so regimented it's not exactly the kind of routine I find myself a fan of. I remained on good behaviour until the guards took pity on me and recommended me for supervised community service aid. Basically, still in jail but instead of working a job in jail, I could go out and help them clean garbage off the side of the road with parolees on the outside and random others doing a "good deed."

That's where I met Jacob. He was on parole for driving while intoxicated. Truthfully, I find that way worse than what I did. Like that feels so selfish...getting behind the wheel while drunk. Despicable. But clearly it's been the catalyst for him to turn his life around. He was in jail for a year and been on parole ever since. He started working out in jail while getting certified as a trainer. There aren't alot of jobs life after lockup that don't discriminate against you for your record so it makes sense that he'd want to do something where you can be your own boss.

We were in the van being taken to the stretch of highway in between developing parts of the city. It's crazy how looking north and south you can see parts of town and smack in the middle there's this road with tall weeds and shrubbery lining it. We were joined by a class of university student volunteers who were advised to keep their distance from us. Something we all sort of ignored since there's so much trash to pick up.

"Hey Lu, I gotta show you this thing this crazy old hippie gave me back in town." Jacob quietly told me as we scoured the brush for bottles.

"Dude we have things to do and I don't really want them to take me off this shift." I begrudgingly replied.

"Nah nah the guards aren't even looking at us they're flirting with the female students over there."

Sure enough our bozo headed guards were chatting it up with some girls that were supposed to be helping us. That's when I glanced over and saw Jacob holding what looked like an antiqued golden coin or rounded stone with a symbol scratched into it.

"The dude gave it to me in a box and said if you hold it in your hand and then make skin-to-skin contact with someone else you like transfer consciousness."

"So I see life on the outside is just as crazy as it is in here."

"You mean to tell me you don't even think it could be a little bit true? C'mon bro this could be your chance to get out out of jail. Shit if you don't try it I might as well. I'm tired of all these probationary restrictions. I just wanna hit restart."

"You're already out. It can't be that bad?" I said as I turned around to see him sneakily hurrying off towards one of the college students.

"Shit what is he doing."

I rushed over to where Jacob was and pulled him by the loops of his jeans to not cause a scene. Stopping straight next to one of the students picking up trash a little bit away from his group.

"Dude I don't know what you're aiming to do but if it doesn't work you're the one that's going to look like the insane paroled convict with an ambiguous item in his hand that could be misconstrued as a weapon."

"Listen, if it works it works, but if it doesn't there's no harm no foul and we can call it all a joke."

Before I could even protest, Jacob turned on his confident charisma to whistle over the nearby student. As the curious student walked closer I could hear the narrative Jacob was intricately weaving pretending to care about what he was studying and if he could tell us both more about it.

"I'm so sorry kid, I didn't even catch your name. I'm Jacob and this is Lu." he said with a devlish smile.

"I'm Mark." he said with a slight hesitance.

"Well Mark you shared so much with me can I share something with you? A party game you can take with you to your friends back at school?"

"Uh sure yeah."

"So you find a smaller coin or stone and one person places their hand on the bottom of it and the other on top. The person with their hand on the bottom has to try to and tap the person with their hand on top without flinching"

These rules made absolutely no sense and why would they Jacob's plan was himbo incarnate. Like it was so dim I could see Mark tense up and begin to shift away back towards his friends. He tried to say goodbye to Jacob but that's when I saw this crazed energy flood Jacob's eyes. The next things that happened felt like a blur in slow motion.

Mark turned around to return to his classmates with haste. Jacob quickly began following without running to not alert the guards yet shouting for him to wait up because it's all good fun. And before I knew it I took off running to stop Jacob from taking advantage of an innocent person.

Jacob leaped at Mark and tackled him to the ground but it's only the moment when I got there to break it up did the guards finally notice what was going on, rushing over.

He pulled the stone out and tried to grasp at Marks leg under his wider legged jean, while I reach out to stop that hand. THEN BAM. Everything became darker and several flashes of light happened.

When I came to the guards were pulling me up. I heard what I thought was Mark's voice saying the one in the jumpsuit attacked him. But I didn't run after him? As things pulled back into focus for my eyes after the darkened haze. I saw Mark being calmed down by a professor and a guard but then I saw who he was point at.....I was my body but I was to the other side.....

My body turned to me matching my confused expression and began crying hysterically asking what was going on. I looked down and saw the confirmation of what happened. I was wearing Jacob's clothing. And if my body's surprised too....then that means....God no!

The guards rangled up the convicts and put them all shackled back onto the van as another came to apologize to the university professor and her class along with "Mark". Another guard came up to me saying he knows that Lu is a murderer and that I didn't start any of this so I was getting a slap on the wrist, especially after "Mark" insisted I tried to stop the attack. The guards left and told the rest of us we could go.

The student approached me with that same devilish smile I recognized from before. His voice coming out unfamiliar in sound but with an all too familiar malice.

"Hey thank you again from saving me from that gruesome murderer mister. I didn't even catch your name. I'm Mark." he said with a wink.

"Jacob what the fuck are you doing?" I frantically asked.

"I'm giving you a way to get away with it all and me a clean start. But I gotta go back to school so here take my number down." the imposter student airdropped his details to me before scurrying away.

I was still in shock from everything that just happened. Like this cannot be real how the hell is this happening. Where do I go okay I can do this. I fumbled through my wallet as I searched for an address to head to. Eventually I made my way to Jacob's place. It was a hotel that was turned into extended stay studio.

I walked into the foreign "home" that was now all mine. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. This can't be happening that poor kid is now in jail. Oh god....wait. I'm not on the run why am I this stressed. Think think how do I fix this. An exercise ball peaked out from the side of the bed. My new athletic stature made me think maybe catering to it's physical senses could help me breath and calm down.

I did a few crunches but still felt a pang of guilt hitting my stomach. Oh god I need to fix this but where is the coin? I can't leave that kid incarcerated, that's robbing him of his whole life. Almost like clockwork my new phone buzzed with a text.

"Hey. Thanks again for saving me stud." the unknown number made itself known with that context.

"Jacob we need to fix this. That poor kid doesn't deserve this."

"Who's Jacob? This is Mark! And I think I deserve all the opportunity I've worked hard to get. Hey by any chance have bodily urges hit you? I'm not gay but after the incident when I saw you I got realllll hard all of sudden. I think this kid's gay or something."

I was furious reading these texts still skirting responsibility.

"Enough! Where are you we have to talk this is ridiculous."

The phone buzzed as I opened to see a location pin as a picture came in...my jaw dropped.

"Oh you wanna meet irl daddy? Come on over."

I stormed over to the location of the pin…I’m not going to let him get away with this.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I was wondering if you have more of a snippet and or more head canons of Sinister Mark when he had his miscarriage and if he longed to have another after pregnancy seeing the others with their near almost to term pregnancies and or with their new borns. I feel like when he sees how caring (specifically hybrid mark) with his little cubs and is all maternal there’s like something that just stirs in sinister. Perhaps it’s longing perhaps it’s jealousy

I think hed have some strong struggles with jealousy and longing, and a lot of self-hatred, and he would blame himself so much for the loss. He would go on long flights away from home, because he just cant stand seeing all the other Marks happy and healthy, so close to term, able to feel their babies kick, giddy with anticipation. 

He would struggle with wanting to try again, like he just needed it to happen to feel complete again. Like, to prove himself and others that he isn't a failure. I don't see the reader agreeing when he's in this state, which just makes Sinister even angrier, he would have some explosive reactions because his mental state has never been the most stable, and this just threw a wrench in it all. 

You know what I think would end up helping a lot? Debbie. I don't know if she has had miscarriages of her own, but she has been pregnant and has struggled with that fear. Plus, she's his mother, kinda. Sinister might not have had much of a relationship with his own mother, but being held and comforted by Debbie just... heals some part of him. 

It might be because he's spent so much time with other versions of himself that things are melding together, or because he's used to being feared by literally everybody so he doesn't feel he can be vulnerable with anyone but the reader and perhaps the other Marks. So having a version of his mom not be scared, and just be there for him is strange but comforting. Sometimes all we need is our mom, ya know? 

Sinister Mark wouldn't go to therapy, none of them trust any therapist in this place, but having people to talk to helps. Hes also just, extra quiet and mellow than everyone is used too, so he gets extra loving from pretty much everyone.  

Imagine prisoner Mark is the one who lets Sinister Mark hold his babies the first time. They're small, weaker than the offspring of the other Marks because of how long prisoner Mark was locked away, but they are warm, breathing and alive.  

The other Marks would be wary about letting Sinister Mark close, but prisoner gives him a chance. And just being able to hold them, feel how alive they are, see how responsive they are to his voice and actions. His shoulders just visibly loosen, and sinister Mark just curls up around the two small twins and just... holds them, kisses them, pats them, etc, etc.  

Prisoner Mark stays close by obviously, and takes the twins when Sinister clearly gets too worked up about it but... it helps a lot, it also means that the other Marks feel safer about it. This is the softest they ever get to see Sinister, except for when he's with reader, lmao. 

[cravingrickgrimes]

CHAPTER ONE | ❝IN THE DIM LIGHT❞

rick!grimes x male!reader (smut) top!rick x bottom!reader

multi chapters / not finished word count: 1018

summary: You were relatively new to the prison. You had the same story as most of these folks here—no family, and alone. On your fifth day here you got your first work assignment. You manage to get paired up for field duty on the prison… in the blistering heat. It wasn’t until a few minutes in the heat that your work-assigned partner finally arrives…Rick Grimes.

CHAPTER TWO ->

CHAPTER ONE:

The mid-summer heat was dreadful. Far worse, in fact. It was terrible enough that you were assigned field duty today, even worse when you realised you were going to have to do most of the work by yourself. You realised quickly that the jacket sticking to your back would be no help so you escaped it before it could do you anymore discomfort. You assumed the partner you were assigned with had just never gotten out of bed. That is, until you saw him walking right toward you. His hips jutted out gracefully from his sides as he grinned slightly. As he exited the prisons shadows he placed a hand on his already sweaty forehead, eyes trying desperately to hide from the sun. He was stunning, and you don’t even think that was half of what he was.

“Hiya.” He smiled. “Rick” He stared at you for those few seconds before he corrected himself with a chuckle accompanying it. “I’m Rick Grimes.” You fought your teeth to stop them from biting their lips at his southern drawl. It was the most attractive thing you’d ever heard that’s for sure.

“Hi.” You gave him the tightest smile possible and took a sip of your water.

“Hot isn’t it. This shirt won’t do any good today.” His strong hands clicked each button undone. You couldn’t help but gaze at the way his veiny hands undid each button on his shirt. Was he trying to get you wet? It was surely working. “Sorry ‘bout that.” His shirt was off. He was sweating. His shirt was off, and he was close to you.

Too close.

He looked as if carved by gods. His pecs were like plates of the finest armour. And not to mention the sharp defined abs that were riddled on his chest. Small dark-brown hairs were sprinkled on his chest. As if to hook you even more a trail of hair went from his bellybutton to…

Oh God. You thought. This day is going to truly be hell.

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It had been two hours now. An hour of being remotely near Rick Grimes would have any person completely on their knees. But two? You were struggling not to strip right here and now. The weeds surrounding clothe prisons walls were almost done. The both of you agreed to start on opposite ends and make your way to each other. You agreed, drunk on the way his body shone in the sun.

Now you and Rick were almost done, he was quite literally almost touching you. You pulled on the weed aggressively. It was to no avail. You pulled and tugged, but nothing. “Y’kay?” His southern accent was thick, but you took that to mean “you okay?”.

“Yeah, fine, just—a strong weed!”

“Ah, let me help darlin’” Not helping! You almost shouted. He moved behind you and grabbed the weed whilst your hands were still clasped around the stubborn thing. You were trapped under his strong grasp. Trapped under him. Trapped and smelling him. He pulled but it didn’t budge. You both moved with the tug and it looked and felt too much like a thrust. Your face flushed quicker than you could stop it. As inconveniently as it was you suddenly remembered him calling you darlin’ and you would give anything for him to say it again.

“Sorry ‘bout this.” He chuckled nervously. So he did know how awkward this was? He came off so confident you would have never guessed. He may not be as confident as you first thought, but he is as compelling. Your eyes followed his arm muscles as they tensed under the strain. He pulled again but nothing happened. Rick leaned back and thrusted into you to try and get a better grip. You stifled your moan. No. You forced your mind to be clear. Rick Grimes is not fucking you. All he’s doing is helping you out. That’s all. You could have sworn you felt something hard and stiff at your backside but he pulled the weed out before you could feel it again. He waved a hand of apology.

“You weren’t lying,” He ran a hand through his soaking hair and you noticed that every part of him was sweating. “really was strong.”

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You sat in bed that very night with only one thought on your mind. How was Rick Grimes’ pace in bed? It wasn’t the most appropriate thought but those thrusts were…thought provoking… to say the least. The prison was quiet that night, as if even the prison was trying to get you to do what you wanted. And all you wanted was to touch yourself. To touch yourself and think of Rick Grimes every time you slide your hand up and down your cock.

You did just that.

You didn’t need to get hard, you already had been the moment you saw Rick take his shirt off. Maybe even before that if you were being honest. It felt fucking amazing. You stroked your length once thinking only of his chiselled body. The second time his thrusts. The third his scent. You almost kept to that cycle of those three things until you got to the topic of his cock in your mind.

You spat on your hand and kept stroking. This was getting good. You imagined a six inch cock—modest, considering the large lump you felt between his legs earlier that day was just that…large. You thought of a thick foreskin covering almost all of his head. You could almost physically see the amount of veins crawling up from the base of his cock to right before the head. You could see yourself sucking and worshipping the man’s dick.

You knew all too well that you would if you had the chance. You prayed that it tasted just like he had smelt in that blistering heat, like a man.

Your cock pulsed quicker in your hands now. You imagined you were giving Rick a handjob. God it was the best thing you could have done. You squirmed against your pillow whilst you released your hot cum onto your chest.

[handcuffedman]

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Resistance, Part 10

Otomi gave Afonso a reassuring smile. “Fear not, Mr Supervisor,” she told him, “you are about to become an online sensation!” Afonso’s eyes widened as he saw the Kayomamo, resplendent in their traditional, if barbaric appearing garb, slowly produce some very modern looking digital video cameras. Otomi laughed. “The capture of you and your men will appear on our Save the Forest website, and also on our Kayomamo Live YouTube channel.” she said. “Along with all the details of your illegal operation!”

Around the clearing the men, still bound, but now looking decidedly relieved, gurned and scowled at the cameras as the grinning tribeswomen wandered amongst them filming their discomfiture. Some of the loggers even began to give the women sympathetic impromtu interviews. Otomi grinned again at the speechless Afonso. “Sixty years ago, we might have taken your heads,” she smiled, “now it is your reputations - or at least that of your bosses!” The weary Afonso could not help but give the chieftainess a slight smile of admiration in return…

To be continued.

AI images created via Microsoft Bing before its upgrade.

[mprgz]

The introduction of free birth control in male prisons has done little to reduce the pregnancy rate among male prisoners. The vast majority of babies born behind bars are given up for adoption, straining the social service budget of many states. Often, the non-gestating father's name is not even listed on the birth certificate. Some attribute this to prisoners using pregnancy as an excuse to avoid physical labor.