#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.

[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.

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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.

[combinaison01]

Executions

Jail

Hanging

Prisons

Skinheads

Coveralls

Army

Military

Corporal punishment

Gay farmers

[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.

[comicsart3]

Mascara Negra, or the Black Mask, was a Batwoman like character who appeared briefly in the Spanish language comics El Coyote and El Coyote Cabalga. Although these titles ran from 1947 until 1955, Mascara Negra only had four outings in them. Intriguingly, the mysterious black masked and caped heroine is the alter ego of Elodia Zarate, a Madrid based judge, weary of seeing criminals she wishes to convict continually getting away with their crimes. She therefore pursues a one woman campaign to bring the escaped bad guys to justice. This she does through terrorising the criminals into confessing through her supernatural appearance, an impression aided by her super power which enables her to teleport across locations. This helps her catch the baddies disposing of evidence or committing another crime. Also, like Phantom Lady, Mascara Negra can summon up darkness to confuse, intimidate and capture her enemies. If the clever stuff doesn’t do the trick, the Black Mask is also skilled in jiu-jitsu and packs a .45 which usually helps her overcome resistance.

In the panel above, she is assisted in her capture of the criminals by the woman of the house to whom Bob, an investigative reporter, has brought her to recuperate after rescuing her from a car wreck caused by the smugglers she was pursuing, forcing her car off the road. The unfortunate Bob is then shot by the same gangsters. Hearing the shot, the two women rush outside and catch the gangsters standing over the wounded Bob. Faced with the fully recovered Mascara Negra’s pistol, the two men drop their own gun and surrender to the women, allowing the heroine’s companion to tie them up. The immortal fm capture dialogue sounds so good in Spanish: “Atelos fuerte, senora. Dentro, de poco hableran ante la policia.” (“Tie them up tightly, ma’am. Soon they will be talking to the police.”). Bob is left to the lady of the house to fix his wound, which she does, while Elodia escorts their bound prisoners to the police. Mascara Negra wins the day again!

With thanks to Mats Karlsson for sourcing this post

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robin bound and gagged with a batgag

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[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.

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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.

[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

[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.

[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.

[marsalta]

Dearest…?

[yanderefarm]

yandere prisoner introduction

cw;; gore, nsfw, violence towards reader, violence, blood, knives, murder

his name is 7. it was given to him by a camper who found him when he only had 7 tally marks on his skin. that camper became the 8th.

he doesn't have a home or a family as far as he or anyone knows of. he's lived in the woods by that campsite for what could be his entire life.

he's been picking off campers who visit those secluded cabins for years getting increasingly more violent and intense with it.

he's very violent and bloody. he was enjoying killing your cabin mate to the fullest when you first woke up.

you noticed him and waited quietly until you could get away. you hit him with your lamp as he climbed over top of you and then bolted out the door.

he currently has 19 tallies on his shoulders. you're supposed to be 20.

he also got a tattoo of your initials on his shoulder.

he's madly in love with you for being the only person who has ever escaped him. he sends you letters in his messy handwriting covered in drool and other fluids. they detail all kinds of graphic things he wants to do to you.

one time he sent a letter with blood on it and detailed how he had to take care of another inmate but he made sure not to kill him for you. you're the only one he can kill.

you decided to go to see him in prison after moving back to your hometown and he was just as gross and off-putting there. he would get so excited and act like an eager little puppy everytime he saw you again. before asking if you got his latest gross letter detailing how he wanted to make love to your corpse.

he actually started to behave better in prison after your visits started. he couldn't see you if he was put in solitary.

after only 10 years in prison he was being released on a technicality. everyone expected you to be with the other families and be completely outraged but you went on several interviews saying that you forgave him. talking about how you would kindly give him shelter.

yeah that's not exactly right. you set up the cabin for all manner of tortures. that's where you'll both live until you rot away together in the place it started.

he thinks it's romantic. he loves you so much it doesn't matter what you do to him. he's happy to be with you forever.

he'd be really happy to know he haunts your nightmares.

he got most of his tattoos in prison. that's also when his hair became so long but its always been messy.

he gets really jealous but he likes to play it off like he's not. he'll especially mock you with the fact he killed your boyfriend at the time because he's so jealous that you still care after 10 years.

he'll kill anyone who tries to interrupt your time at the cabin. he'll escape and then come back once it's over asking you to put the chains back on.

its unclear if he actually wants to kill you anymore.

nsfw

he could top but he's not allowed to. he's better as a whiny drooling bottom.

he confesses to you only all the horrible things he did to people's bodies either during or after their deaths. he got off on the violence but it isn't enough for him anymore.

he likes your violence even more than the violence he inflicted. he'll moan to exaggerate and piss you off but he's always rock hard whenever you even hit him or look at him with disgust.

he's like a dog in another way too. he'll hump anything you give him. let him hump your leg, stuffed animals, pillows, bedframes, anything that gives him any friction.

his favorite position is your hands around his neck as you bare down on him. he doesn't even care if you're fucking him, he could cum from you choking him alone.

big tits. big muscles. big guy. big dick. big whore.

he always cums so much and he drools even more. sex with him is always messy.

he would love it if you dissected him and played with his body.

he'll cum when you kill him.

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Wrong Trail 9

Meanwhile, two other bound young men of the frightened group of adventure- seeking students were being herded into the clearing by their tribal captresses. They too were both horrified and terrified by the sight of the avenue of captive males. “Luke!” Mike called out, his voice shaking. “Are these crazy women going to set us alight as some sort of sacrifice…??”

To be continued.

AI images created via Microsoft Bing.

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