Discipline Equals Freedom: Field Manual

Sub-dom | Pain & Pleasure | Touch Her and Die | Possessive | 18+ Submissive academy. Where girls are shaped into perfect submissives and perfect housewives. Except I don't want to be a submissive. I don't want a dominant. Weeks go by where I don't choose a dominant. An 'extraordinary' situation, they call me. The untouchable. In the end, I am forced to take one. Well, one is forced upon me. The most sadistic of them all. One that hasn't taken a submissive for an entire year. He's just here to beat the submissiveness into me. To get me 'ready'. The lines of pain and pleasure start to blur. For the first time in my life, someone is touching me. Someone owns me. This is a dark romance.

In a brutal all-male cadet academy where discipline is law and weakness is quietly erased, obedience is not requested—it is engineered. Elias enters the institution for survival. Debt, obligation, and limited options leave him with one rule: endure. He believes discipline is a tool, something external he can master and leave behind once his training is complete. He is wrong. The academy does not simply train bodies—it reshapes awareness. Silence becomes instruction. Proximity becomes pressure. Choice erodes long before it is ever questioned. Elias draws the attention of Instructor Vale, a senior authority figure whose control relies not on punishment, but on restraint. Vale does not command often. He observes. He waits. He allows Elias to adjust himself—until obedience feels voluntary and resistance feels unnatural. As training intensifies, Elias finds himself isolated, refined, and increasingly dependent on the presence that once unsettled him. The line between discipline and desire begins to blur, forcing him to confront a dangerous question: is he being controlled, or is he choosing alignment? In a system designed to strip autonomy while calling it order, Elias must decide whether obedience is something done to him—or something he is willing to claim. Under Orders is a slow-burn psychological MM novel exploring power, conditioning, and the unsettling intimacy of control—where submission is not demanded, but learned.

In the fifth year of being exiled to a deserted island in the international waters by Chelsea Herrera, I finally learn how to stay extremely humble. When Chelsea brings Derrick Carpenter, a university student she keeps, and a Doberman to the island just to pick me up, I get down on my knees as though it's the most natural thing to do in the world. Then, I wipe the sand off Derrick's shoes with my sleeve before bending over to use my back as their stepstool. "From now on, you're in charge of taking care of Ricky. He and Dobey are your family now." I nod with a small smile. After Chelsea has usurped my family's businesses and forced my parents to jump off a building, she chooses to abandon me on a deserted island so that I can learn to obey her commands. She has succeeded in everything she's done. By the time I finally get to return to the familiar villa, everything there has already changed. I wake up at 4:00 am every morning in order to prepare a nice breakfast for Dobey the Doberman. After that, I groom it properly. At 9:00 am, I've prepared the outfit Derrick will be wearing for the day. Then, I'll travel to a boxing gym so that I can serve as his human punching bag. At night, I prepare some alcohol and snacks while listening to Derrick and his friends laughing at me. They then proceed to discuss how to tame me, the formerly arrogant scion hailing from the ex-richest family in the elite society.

Beau Orenciana grew up in a rich family, most people consider her a Princess. Her family got into debt with a loan shark, who was a member of a syndicate and they wanted Beau to be a payment to her parents' debt. When she found out about that, she ran away. Until Beau ran into a lot of people. They were standing in line. Since she had nowhere else to go, she closed her eyes and followed the queue and went inside. Only then did she find out that it was actually a military training camp! She is mistaken for being a trainee. What will happen to Beau at the training camp? Will she be able to handle the training inside even if she is certified bratty and a nitpicky queen? She will also meet Apollo Madrid there, who will be her trainer inside the camp. Can she tame her grumpy and strict trainer, who does nothing but scold and punish her for all her mistakes and clumsy act?

Kyra never believed in miracles. At twenty, she’d already stopped hoping, beaten by the hands of the man who called himself her father, ignored by the world that never cared to notice her bruises. The only thing she ever wanted was escape. When her friend drags her to a secret BDSM bar, Kyra expects nothing more than another disappointment. But in a room filled with power and control, her broken gaze meets his—the Master, the man everyone fears and obeys. A single look, and something inside her cracks. He gives her his card but she throws it away. Until the night her father’s fists nearly kill her and she finds herself crawling back to the only man who ever looked at her like she was worth saving. But when she stands before him again, begging to be his sub, Kyra doesn’t realize the truth. The man she’s surrendering to is not just the Master of the bar. He’s her new professor. And he’s been waiting for her to come back.

I had always been obedient and compliant. I never dared to disobey others' instructions. The day my wealthy biological parents brought me home, my adoptive brother leaned close to my ear and sneered arrogantly, "The position of the Spencer family's heir belongs to me. If you know what's good for you, get lost on your own." I nodded obediently. Then I turned around and threw myself straight into rush-hour traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. Panicked and trembling, they dragged me back into the car, their faces drained white with terror. My sister's expression darkened as she warned me coldly in my ear, "If you pull another stunt for attention, believe me, I'll throw you right back into the doghouse you came from." I obediently listened. That very night, I locked myself inside a dog crate. My sister froze in complete shock. Gritting her teeth, she yanked me out, staring at me like she'd seen a ghost. Later, when my adoptive brother pretended to be sick, my sister forced me to donate blood for him. I obediently took the knife. Without the slightest hesitation, I slashed straight through the artery in my wrist. By the time my parents rushed over, blood had just begun spraying out. They screamed in horror and lunged forward to press against my wound. "Somebody call 911! Now!!!" My sister had gone just as pale. After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally stammered, "Mom, Dad… I only told him to donate a little blood to Eric. I never told him to slit his wrist…" I blinked. My sister wasn't lying. She really hadn't taught me that. It was something the traffickers taught me during the five years my family personally handed me over to them—to "learn obedience."