Fiction by JockBoy
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?
Tomorrow, the 5-part series by JockBoy begins:
- Recruitment: You step across a boundary none can resist.
- The Trainer and the Trainee: Wills collide with surprising results.
- Training: You are forged in brutality until all resistance is erased.
- Disciplining the Drill Instructor: Even the strongest kneel beneath authority.
- Origin Story: Discover the Institute’s genesis in the punishment room where you are shackled, broken, and remade. Or not.
I can’t wait to read this one
You won’t be disappointed. It’s hotter than hot and begins:
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
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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 .
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This “story” is about more than discipline. It is about your need—the kind that first feels like punishment, until you begin to understand it for what it truly is. And if the thought of compliance and surrender makes something inside you swell and throb, then you already know: this is real, and you WILL belong here.This is only a story. Or so they say. But the Institute is always watching—quietly, patiently. The fact that this “story” appeared on your device is no accident. Starting to read it was your first test. Failing to look away after the last reply sealed your fate. It means you have already been chosen.
Such a tease!
No Name: Cold Exposure has been added to your file. You are to be stripped bare, forced to kneel on ice. Layers of humiliation compound – teeth chattering, adrenaline surging — yet no comfort or refuge is permitted. Then, Sensory Overload: Randomized sequences of harsh lights and jarring noises will bombard your mind, preventing rest or rational thought.
Unpredictability is the cornerstone of fear—and fear is the bedrock of submission.