Dawson D Bjorn Dahl

Dawson had always been in trouble. He didn't try to be bad or break the rules it was just his luck. His Scandinavian family worshipped the Norse gods, he celebrated Yule instead of Christmas, wore Thors hammer around his neck. They spoke swedish at home and the kids would make fun of his accent and tease that his gods weren't real. He got in many fights in school growing up. He was a modern day Viking who had to become a warrior to survive. Right after he turned 18 he got in a fight. 3 boys jumped him with bats, they hit him everywhere until he fell to the ground. One of the kids put his bat under Dawson's chin "pretty boys not so pretty any more" Dawson could feel the blood coming from his broken nose, his eye starting to swell. Something came over him something jolted his soul, the warrior that had been sitting dormant in his blood woke up. Dawson grabbed the bat from the kid stood up and put all his strength and will into his swing hitting the kid in the temple with the bat. The boy crumbled to the ground the other 2 boys dropped their bats and put their hands up not wanting the same to happen to them. One of the boys bent down and tried to shake their friend on the ground awake. "Come on wake up," as the kid shook the lifeless body. The other boy realized it first "you killed him." Dawson heard what he said but he couldn't make sense of it. He looked at the boy he hit, his eyes were open blood was coming out of his right eye, his right ear, and his mouth. There was no life in his eyes they were dull. The other kid shook the lifeless body "come on wake up." " Stop doing that! He's dead. Dawson killed him." Dawson didn't know what to do, he dropped the bat and just ran. He just killed someone! He didn't mean to it was not his intention, but the boy was dead. He didn't know where he was running to he just ran. Into the woods the branches slapping him in the face. He ran until he couldn't breath any more. He had to stop. He punched the nearest tree breaking his pinky finger. "Fuck!" Looking at his crooked finger. He grabbed it putting it straight again with a pop. "Fuck!" He cried again. What was he going to do. Then he heard sirens in the distance. He couldn't run any more he just stood still listening. Then he heard the dogs. "Dawson come out or we are sending in the K9 and you will get bit!" Terror over came him, he couldn't speak he couldn't move. "Fuck!" He thought to himself. "Dawson last warning you will get bit" he just stood there frozen. He could hear the barks getting closer finally his legs worked again he started running. He didn't get very far when he felt the dog bite into his thigh. Before he could react another dog jumped up bit his arm and tackled him to the ground. He cried out "get them off!" "Get them off!" Moments later he had 8 guns in his face. Two officers pulled the dogs off taking his skin with them. His thigh was bleeding bad and he could barely stand. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident." "Tell it to the judge you just killed someone kiss your life goodbye your the states property now." The cop said before shutting the door to the car. "I didn't mean to." He said. If the cop heard him he didn't respond. They got to the jail strip searched him, put him in oranges, took his picture, his finger prints. Instead of going to holding he went straight to maximum security. They put him in a cell with this Mexican tatted from head to toe. About 5'3" but all muscle. He said something in spanish Dawson didn't understand. Dawson layed on his bunk completely numb. He was tried as an adult involuntary man slaughter 35 years with possibility of parole after 18 years. And he was sent to a maximum security prison, the worse one in the state, half the inmates were murderers, the other half would become murderers or someone's punk. Intake was a blur of yelling them throwing powder on him while he stood naked cupping his junk. More yelling clothes thrown in his face more yelling and he was led to his cell. No one talked to him but everyone looked at him checking out the new meat. A man that had come in with him was crying "I shouldn't be here I didn't do it!" Just as Dawson saw who the man was crying blood splattered from the man's head as a guard hits him with his club. The man cries louder, two more guards with clubs join in on beating the man, they hit him and hit him until he stopped crying because he was knocked out or possibly dead. "Men don't cry," one of the guards said kicking the unconscious man. "Anyone else want to tell us you don't belong here? You are animals, all of you! So we will treat you as such. And you will go to your cage like a good bitch! Everyone lock down until this bitch stops bleeding on my fucking floor!" The guard kicks the unconscious man in the gut, he might of shit himself. The prisoners walk to their cells as the heavy doors slam behind them. And at that moment Dawson promised he wouldn't shed a tear as long as he was locked up, his heart hardened and turned cold. He had to survive. "Fight or fuck!" He is surrounded by men and he's in the middle "Fight or fuck!" Someone pushes him from behind. "Oh your pretty I bet that ass is tight, want to be my new punk? Punk." And the grab his arm pulling him towards them. Dawson balls up his fist and hits them in the nose breaking it. Then they all dove on him. He got hit and kicked until he threw up blood. This little game went on for two weeks every day. And every day he fought. He was not a punk! The president of the Aryan Brotherhood noticed him, the fight in him. While Dawson was trying to clean him self up at the sink in his cell the president walks in flanked by 3 other Aryans. "You have fight in you kid. I'm Bonehead the president of the Aryan Brotherhood, how about this never happens to you again. How would you like it if Everytime you fought your brothers fought beside you. No one trying to make you a punk. You get a family. I see you already wear Thors hammer, you answer to Odin. So do we. You can belong, be respected, never fight alone. One brother fights every brother fights. All I ask is your loyalty. Probate for us for a year after that year you get a patch or u don't and you go on your way with the no names." He turned around looked at Dawson "you get the patch you are an Aryan you get respect you belong to a family and your brothers will never let you fight alone. What do you say?" Dawson thought it has to be better than this and nods.He probates for a year spends most of it in seg. But when he gets out he got his patch "what shall we call you brother?" Bonehead ask. "D" Dawson answers "you initials?" Bonehead asks confused. "Death before dishonor" Dawson says proudly. Bone head slaps his fresh patch "D!" Years pass Dawson is loyal to the Brotherhood he makes liquor and as side hustle he rents out porno mags. Occasionally he dilivers something from the president. He teaches probates and brothers runes, and tells sagas of Odin. And he celebrates Yule with his new family. The warrior at his prime fully awake now. He hurts chomos for fun, and beats up anyone he is told to beat up. He spends lots of time in seg, but his brothers are always there when he gets out of seg. He thumbing through his new magazine a blond beauty with her legs spread, his eyes memorizing every inch of her. He wondered how she felt, how being inside her would feel. He never had a woman before he got locked up. He kissed two girls and grabbed the last ones it for a second but he never been inside a woman. "One for the spank bank?" One of his brothers 9 says "let me see, oh yeah she pretty slut, I'd like to taste her juices." He said as he walked off. What? Dawson thought to himself and shook his head. On Dawson's 28th birthday 10 years in one night he was in his cell by himself and a nurse walked in shutting the solid door behind her. Happy birthday, from the President she said and she walks over straddles him and kisses him . His hands grip the sheets and she climbs off gets to her knees puts him in her mouth. He explodes within a couple minutes. She checks herself in the mirror unlocks the door and walks out. "What a birthday!" He says smiling. 18 years and that was the only time he was with a woman. He wondered what it be like to hold someone through the night. How to please her. He couldn't wait to find his princess to never sleep alone again.

Updated September 23, 2026