Domestic Discipline Bootcamp Novels & Stories

one person. This conversion camp happens twice a year for five months each. I've done this for a year now and supposedly "converted" two gay people which, obviously, isn't true. They're going away out of town anyway, so nobody will know that they didn't actually turn straight. Anyone who doesn't "convert" spends another five months here with the next batch. That will definitely happen to Mr. Drama Queen over here. I'll still get paid for my work, but it won't be as much as when I "convert" someone.

I don’t smell fear. “Since you’re stupid, Ditch, let me spell it out for you. You are going to learn the circuit rules. You are going to forget all this back-alley brawling bullshit, and you are going to develop discipline. And if you’re a good puppy and you can pull that flip-shifting trick out of your ass when it counts—in the ring with Killian Kelly—then you’ll come back here with a big bag, and you can fuck any male’s mate you want. They’ll serve them up on a platter and thank you for the privilege of dipping their dicks in your sloppy seconds afterward.”

“Classic predator move. Find the wounded one in the herd and circle ‘til the others leave him behind.” Abby’s voice hardened. “We don’t leave anyone behind. Not in this house.” His eyes locked with Tshepo’s. “But discipline starts with you. This can’t continue. If you gamble again, you’re not just risking yourself—you’re risking all of us. Understood?” Tshepo swallowed hard, shame burning in his chest. “Understood.” Kate’s Subtle Influence

I took a deep breath as I felt my blood pressure rise. "Look, your child's actions are not only disrespectful to Kate, but to the entire pack. If we allow his behavior to persist, it sets a dangerous precedent." The parent began to argue, but I held up my hand to stop her. "Training is not just about physical strength," I continued, "It's about discipline, respect, and understanding our responsibilities towards the pack. Your son needs to learn this. Had he been an adult, he’d have been punished in accordance with pack law. And I know that you don’t want that. I, do t want that.”

"Alright, alright, Sander. Halt," I said, sighing exasperatedly when Sander was tugging my hand as we were near the location of the boot camp. The boot camp was set up near the river of Tana Forest to the north. That vast area was enough to have mandatorily gruesome training for the rookies and the pack warriors. Their mentors were the Gammas. Sometimes, Desmond and the two Betas, Oakley and Harvey, participated in teaching the privates.