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Discipline Training Institute Part 2: The Trainer and The Trainee

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Fiction by JockBoy

[TOP SECRET // DTI-OPS]

Acquisition File: QB‑117
Classification: ALPHA‑RED TARGET
[DTI-QB117-SEC1] SURVEILLANCE DOSSIER

Compiled By: Collegiate Acquisition Branch
Source Reliability: HIGH (Informant: Coach R.H. – compromised under threat of exposure)

PHYSICAL PROFILE:

Exceptional size and contact-sport build, with upper and lower body musculature surpassing elite collegiate benchmarks.

Commanding physical presence and posture that demand respect.

False public image crafted around perceived power and leadership,

In communal showers, his prominent physique and penis size become focal points of silent envy and scrutiny.

Uses appearance to dominate teammates

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Discipline Training Institute – Part 1: Recruitment

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Fiction by JockBoy

What if the savage world of ruthless discipline you crave isn’t just your fantasy, but your destiny—a sentence you cannot escape? The Discipline Training Institute is calling—and you WILL belong inside.

Wouldn’t it be something if a place like this truly existed—a hidden institute built for strong men like you with unspoken, darker cravings? It always begins the same way: a message appears in your inbox. You are lured into a world where your false hyper-masculinity is shattered, leaving you broken and born anew as something you don’t understand but can never escape.  

This is labeled fiction. But fiction is a fragile disguise. It can conceal what should never be spoken, distort what should be clear, or comfort you while quietly smuggling in truths too sharp to admit. Sometimes a “story” is the only vessel strong enough to carry truth and reality.

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Coming Tomorrow: Experience the Terror of the Discipline Training Institute

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What’s left of your body and your mind now belong to the predators who run the Discipline Training  Institute. They strip away your pride, layer by layer, until nothing remains but raw submission.
Strong men like you convulse, groan, even ejaculate—not from pleasure, but from the terror of your own helplessness under the weight of unrelenting pain and degradation.

Hog ties twist your limbs—wrists crushed behind your back, ankles locked tight.Your forced “Thank you, Sir” scrape through your clenched teeth, binding your mind as tightly as the ropes bind your body.
Then the stress positions, forced workouts,  and sleep deprivation take their toll. Shame overwhelms you. Rank, mastery, strength—they are all illusions here.
But the hierarchy is real. So you are left to wonder: Will I always be prey—or could I become  predator?

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Men Forged in Iron, Leather, Fear, And Blood

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By Jockboy

Hour 0: More Than I Bargained For

I thought I was ready for this. Sixty-seven hours sequestered in that rotting tomb of an abandoned prison—facing down four men whose cruelty I’d worshipped and feared online, clinging to the fantasy that this was my forge, my shot at genuine mastery.

Pain isn’t new to me. My body’s been shaped by rugby scrums, USMC infantry runs, and the silence of rooms where control passes on the snap of a cuff or the thud of a paddle. I’m built thick, a compact fortress: broad chest with the striations of hundreds of bench presses, shoulders like capped stone, hands calloused from rifles and barbells and uncounted deadlifts.

My shins and knees bear the roadmap of old wounds—rugby studs, gravel pits, forced marches—etched in white ridges and purpled, weathered skin.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 04

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“You have only one purpose in life, you shithead pussyboy: following orders.”

“Your muscles and ego count for nothing here, Mr. D1 Quarterback. So turn your brain and ego off and learn to obey.”

“Your instant compliance to all orders is expected and required.”

“You will be punished and degraded until you get it through your puny little jockboy brain that you’re not a man and exist only to serve real men.”

“That’s what the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp is all about. Permanent behaviour modification through pain compliance and humiliation.”

“We erase your ego and manhood and turn you into the bootlicking cocksucker you were meant to be. Understood, shithead?”

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 03

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My obedience level was improving, but not fast enough to satisfy my captor, a former Marine Corps Drill Instructor who told me he hated “cocky pussy boy jocks” like me. Those were the first words out of his mouth after he overpowered me when I was out on my morning run 6 hours earlier, stripped to my practice shorts, jock, socks and running shoes.

A lot had happened since then. Now I was naked and shackled in the front leaning rest outside the punishment cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp, with a shock collar around my neck. Ahead of me was electrified barbed wire I’d have to crawl under to get to the dungeon, where I was due for a welcome beating, a forced workout and hogtie in a cage.

And all this was before my formal intake with a strip search, medical, forced shaving and haircut, and delousing.

I’d just made the mistake of dripping pre-cum without authorization — for the second time.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 02

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By Jockboy

“Front leaning rest NOW, shithead!” said my still unseen captor, giving me level #2 jolt from the shock collar around my neck to emphasize his point.

He’d just told me the shock collar level went to level #10. Level #1 and his talk of the punishment regimen to come had caused an unauthorized hard-on and an unauthorized pre-cum leak onto the concrete cellblock floor in front of the punishment cell.

I was in deep shit.

My conduct had earned me a trip to the basement dungeon where five of his buddies were waiting. I’d been promised an indoctrination punishment workout, a severe beating, and a hogtie in a cage.

And I hadn’t even been in-processed, shaved, strip-searched, disinfected, and issued my uniform yet. I was in a correctional boot camp whose purpose was behavior modification and instilling discipline and obedience.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 01

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By Jockboy

It all happened at once. The capture hood came off at the same time I was jolted with a shock from the punishment collar around my neck.

I had been manhandled and stripped in a surprise abduction 24 hours before it was scheduled, then spent hours being transported in the trunk of a car. Not a word had been spoken. I had no clothes, no money, no ID, and no phone

Now I was standing naked outside what looked like a brig cell. I was naked except for my handcuffs and leg irons. The sweat was streaming down the valley in my pecs like a river. My huge biceps and washboard, six-pack abs never seemed so useless as I screamed in pain from the electroshock.

Then I heard the words I’ll never forget from my unseen captor.

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