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🕑 Added 2025-01-09 23:02:42 +0000 UTCChapter 16: Shipping Out (Final Training)
Liu Yong's oral sex training lasted about three days in total.
During this time, he sucked nine different-sized fake cocks, with the last one being the black man-sized one. At 25 centimeters long with an egg-sized glans, even though Liu Yong was now quite experienced, he still couldn't swallow it whole. After all, this was far beyond normal human physiological limits. Moreover, this dildo would start vibrating when the glans was being sucked and squeezed in the throat, which finally became the last straw.
At that point, Liu Yong couldn't care less about the man's whip or any potential punishments. He convulsed and spat out the fake cock, his face covered in tears as he sobbed and begged the man to spare him.
The man pried open Liu Yong's mouth to check his swollen throat. Seeing traces of blood mixed with Liu Yong's saliva, he confirmed this was truly the limit. In the end, he didn't push too hard and instead began guiding Liu Yong on tongue techniques. He even told Liu Yong that as long as the master didn't notice, he could slack off when possible.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you really such a slut that you can't handle a little kindness?"
The man frowned and put down the spray in his hand. This club-developed medicine cooled and reduced swelling, stopped bleeding quickly, and came in gel and spray forms. Used with another cream that promoted skin regeneration and scar removal, it was very popular among clients who loved BDSM games but lacked precision. It was one of the star products of the club's pharmaceutical department.
"......" Liu Yong couldn't speak, he could only shake his head and guiltily avoid eye contact.
"Since your throat can't be used for now, make good use of your tongue. Perhaps if you lick well enough to please the master, he won't insist on piercing your throat."
The man raised his hand and struck Liu Yong with the whip once, speaking coldly and flatly.
Liu Yong took the lash, but felt somewhat relieved. He knew the master wasn't too angry and wouldn't hold a grudge. He didn't dare delay and immediately opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to eagerly lick the tennis ball-sized testicles of the vibrating fake cock.
The man laughed sarcastically, "Looks like you've been fucked too hard these past few days. Your brains have turned to semen, with only horniness left."
The man had put down the whip and picked up a wooden paddle instead. The heavy, solid wooden paddle struck Liu Yong's buttocks flatly.
This blow was extremely forceful, sending Liu Yong lurching forward on the wooden horse. A palm-wide mark stretched across both buttocks, initially white but quickly turning red and bruised. Though the man's control prevented breaking skin or bleeding, within a day, even if Liu Yong could get off the wooden horse, he wouldn't be able to walk normally, let alone sit down.
Liu Yong whimpered with a crying tone. This kind of whimper was also trained, able to greatly satisfy the sadist's sense of achievement.
However, Liu Yong wasn't pretending now - he was truly about to cry from the pain. Fortunately, he still remembered to keep his teeth in check at that moment, avoiding leaving tooth marks on the fake cock.
His lips, which had received filler injections, hadn't fully recovered yet. Though not as exaggerated as sausages hanging in movies, they were like two thinner hot dogs. The increased surface area could better massage the skin of the penis shaft, providing a better oral sex experience. Most slaves trained by the club underwent this minor cosmetic procedure.
Now Liu Yong used his swollen lips to cover his teeth, stretching as wide as possible. Like a flesh sleeve, he barely managed to take in one of the testicles. His tongue tip began to nimbly dance over the veins on the testicle's surface, finally earning an approving sound from the man.
The man spread apart Liu Yong's swollen buttocks, turned the paddle around, and used the thinner handle to rapidly and intensively poke at the huge plug in his anus.
Just as the man had said before, since Liu Yong began receiving real training, his asshole never had a moment's rest. While his upper mouth was being trained these past few days, it naturally didn't interfere with the continued training of his lower mouth.
Now, Liu Yong's virgin asshole, which had only known various dildos but never been truly fucked by a person, was very experienced in swallowing all kinds of penises. From normal-sized vibrators to terrifyingly large butt plugs, he could take them all in on his own.
Liu Yong was currently fully focused on dealing with the huge testicle in his mouth, but when his asshole was poked, he immediately relaxed his anus, following the man's force to continue swallowing the plug that had already filled half his rectum. He also used his anus to eagerly massage and suck on the paddle handle that followed.
The man ignored the anus's attempt to hold on, pulled out the paddle handle, and inserted his fingers instead. He felt the strength of the sphincter muscle at the entrance, and immediately a considerable suction force gripped his fingers.
Even after being stretched by the huge plug, it could immediately contract back and regain muscle control. It seemed the anal training over the past few days had been very successful.
Liu Yong's oral sex skills were actually quite good now. Even when faced with objects beyond physiological limits, as long as he was given some guidance to find an entry point, he could cleverly start to infer and apply, not needing much concern from others.
While watching Liu Yong struggle to service that last dildo, the man took out a bottle of colorless, transparent gel-like ointment and began applying it generously to Liu Yong's back, buttocks, and thighs.
In just one night, all the marks left on Liu Yong's body over the past few days would completely disappear, returning to the perfectly smooth and clean skin state he had after the full-body drug soak.
Among the club's slaves, some voluntarily sold themselves as playthings for money, while others were "free people" like Liu Yong. But regardless of which type, the trainers needed to break their original lifestyle patterns and instill new habits, both physiological and psychological.
During the high-intensity concentrated training process, whips, restraints, and even safe electrical shocks were indispensable tools. Though not causing bleeding, they were enough to leave large areas of intricate patterns and bruises on the flesh, filled with a special aesthetic.
Just like Liu Yong now - though he couldn't see it himself, in reality, the fine whip marks and various tool impact marks covered most of his body like a spider web. Liu Yong was like an insect that had crashed into the web. The contrast between his strong physique and helpless spirit formed an even sharper contrast. This sense of control was something no master would refuse.
During the previous training process, the man had never paid attention to these marks, as new ones would quickly cover them. The reason he was now applying medicine to treat them was because Liu Yong's training course was about to end - to be precise, it would end today, and tomorrow was the scheduled shipping date.
