11-17

Chapter 17: Pickup  

While Liu Yong was still "struggling" with the last dildo, the man had already applied a cool, healing ointment all over Liu Yong's body, massaging it to promote absorption. 

After completing all the training items for the day, the man took Liu Yong off the wooden horse and directed the slave, whose legs were now numb, to crawl into the cleaning room. He personally gave Liu Yong a thorough cleaning. 

In addition to a full-body soak and wash, this included cleaning the bladder, enemas, checking for any remaining body hair, and even washing his hair and shaving his face. 

The man's hands were strong. While washing Liu Yong's hair, he also massaged the acupoints on his scalp, helping the slave release psychological pressure built up over this period. When shaving, he was very meticulous. His dexterous, long fingers held an extremely old-fashioned pure silver razor. The sharp blade reflected a cold gleam under the bright LED lights of the cleaning room. With an imposing chill, it glided across Liu Yong's temples and chin, finally approaching his Adam's apple. 

"Are you afraid?"  

The man tapped Liu Yong's Adam's apple with the back of the razor. Goosebumps immediately rose on the touched skin. Though Liu Yong's body trembled, he surprisingly didn't dodge. Instead, he stared fixedly at the man's face, which had always been covered by a mask. Whether it was from the overly bright light dazzling his eyes or some other reason, tears slowly began to gather in his eye sockets. 

The man ignored Liu Yong's inexplicable tears and didn't ask why he was crying. After wiping the shaving cream clean from his face and turning to put things away, he suddenly heard a soft question from behind: "Am I about to be sent away?" 

"That's right, tomorrow." 

The man had no intention of hiding anything. 

Liu Yong's training subjects were all listed on an A4-sized paper placed on the table by the training room door. Due to the distance and the dense, small text, Liu Yong couldn't clearly see what was written. But the man would check off an item in the table after completing each training subject. 

"Then... my master..." Liu Yong's throat still hurt, so he could only mumble softly as he looked at the man. 

"Stop! Don't ask me about your master's personality, and don't imagine you can know the master's interests in advance to please them later." 

The man coldly interrupted Liu Yong's mumbling. He gestured for Liu Yong to lie down on the newly set up waterproof soft bed in the cleaning room, continuing to apply ointment to this slave who was about to be handed over. 

But after a few seconds, the man still spoke: "We've been together for a few days, so I'll give you one last piece of advice. Always remember your identity is just a sex slave. Don't think too much about other things. The more you think, the faster you'll die." 

Liu Yong lay on the soft bed, feeling the man's hands forcefully kneading the joints in his back. The technique was quite professional, as if his entire spine was about to be dislocated. 

He wanted to struggle to say something more, but finally, after hearing the man say "Close your eyes, sleep," he uncontrollably entered dreamland. 

Liu Yong slept very well that night. Perhaps it was because the intense concentrated training of the past few days had exhausted his energy and strength, or perhaps the man's pre-sleep massage technique was too advanced. In any case, this was the only high-quality sleep he had gotten since being imprisoned in the club. 

However, what finally woke Liu Yong was not cold training implements, nor his own disrupted biological clock, but an irrepressible sour itching arising from deep within his anus. 

Those who have experienced it know that intense pain can torment a person to the point of wanting to die, but strong itching can make one feel worse than death. 

The sour itching now arising from deep in Liu Yong's anus was truly composed of both sour and itchy sensations. It was like the numb, swollen feeling after excessive exercise, spreading from the anal sphincter to the entire buttocks, yet oddly not affecting actual muscle movement. 

The itchy part wasn't intense either. It was more like being gently rubbed repeatedly by a soft brush on the sensitive spots inside the intestines, always far from true pleasure. Instead, it quickly awakened the body already soaked in desire and made it desperately chase after more. 

"Ah... ugh... mm... ah..." Liu Yong's mind wasn't fully awake yet, but his body had already begun moving according to the trained motions, twisting his waist and hips. The muscles around his anus repeatedly contracted quickly, the intestinal walls rubbing against each other, hoping to somewhat relieve this itching. 

Liu Yong couldn't resist wanting to insert his fingers to scratch, but as soon as he moved his arm, he heard the sound of chains. He had been chained up again at the head of the bed. Liu Yong was startled, and this finally woke him up completely. 

"You're awake." 

A deep voice suddenly came from the doorway. Though there was some backlighting, Liu Yong could still make out the number on the chest of the slave opposite him in the relatively dim light of the cleaning room. It was still Number Sixteen. 

"Your master has arrived. You have fifteen minutes to do your basic daily morning cleaning. The timer starts now." 

Number Sixteen stepped forward to unlock the chains on Liu Yong's wrists, pointed to the operating table on one side, then placed a timer that had already started beeping on the shelf. 

Hearing he only had fifteen minutes, Liu Yong immediately didn't care much about the itching in his anus anymore. He rolled off the soft bed, took one step to the wall, grabbed the water hose protruding from half-man height, and began giving himself an enema. 

Meanwhile, in another guest room of the club, two people were watching all this through a camera. 

"Hehe, in just a few short days, he's become so well-trained. Ah Qing's training methods are indeed quite good." 

The man on the left appeared to be in his early forties, with a lean build and not very tall. Sitting on the sofa, only half his head could be seen from behind. 

The pudgy white face wore the most stereotypical businessman's smile. Occasional glints flashed in his triangular eyes as he glanced at Liu Yong's swift movements on the screen. Words of praise came easily, but his gaze stuck more to the man sitting on the right. 

"You flatter me, Boss Yang. Just some trivial techniques not fit for public view, barely enough to make a living." 

The man was quite clear about the results of his own training. He didn't act overly humble, essentially acknowledging the other's compliment. But when he spoke, the voice that came out was identical to Boss Yang's. 

"Is that a voice changer?" 

Boss Yang leaned his body towards the man beside him, seemingly curious, wanting to reach out and touch the skin on the man's neck where the voice changer was attached. 

"These are all the personal files of the slave you purchased, Boss Yang," Ah Qing took the opportunity to tear off the flesh-colored patch covering the voice changer. He coughed lightly twice, returning to his own gentle, clear voice. "All official personal information like ID cards and household registration have been completely cancelled and erased without attracting any attention. What's left here is the last copy. After disposing of this, there will be no written evidence left in this world to prove Liu Yong's existence." 

Boss Yang took the file folder and opened it, glancing at the not-too-thick stack of printed materials inside. A hint of a mocking smile appeared on his soft, pale, pudgy face: "Your boss has such great abilities. Erasing a person's existence is no different from crushing an ant. Even if..." Boss Yang wanted to say, even if he were to be disposed of in the future, the printed materials left in the folder probably wouldn't be much more than this. 

But these words were neither auspicious nor meaningful, and might even be taken as a provocation against the club's boss. There was really no need to say them out loud. So he abruptly changed the subject: "What was going on when the little one woke up? Did you use drugs in advance?" 

"It's a drug recently developed by the club, made into a sticker shape for user convenience," Ah Qing clearly knew what Boss Yang wanted to say and naturally picked up the new topic. "Since it's a sustained-release drug, it takes longer to take effect, about five to seven hours, but can last up to about eighteen hours. Of course, its potency isn't comparable to professional drugs in this area, but it's harmless as a little plaything. These ten patches are a small gift for you, Boss Yang, to thank you for always taking care of my business." 

Boss Yang took the exquisite little box but didn't open it to look. He placed it directly on the coffee table and turned to appreciate the scene on the screen. 

At this moment, Liu Yong in the cleaning room had finished his expansion preparation and started the first round of enemas. 

The water nozzle for enemas was shaped like a gourd. The smooth, soft material had some elasticity. The depression in the middle was caught at the sphincter and couldn't easily move. When water pressure was blocked by the intestinal walls protruding from the anus that hadn't yet expanded, it would accumulate in the gourd part, expanding it. The muscles around the anus would instinctively contract under pressure, squeezing the water inside the gourd into the intestines. This cycle repeated over and over. The flow rate of the special liquid entering the body naturally fluctuated between large and small. During the enema process, the slave would easily feel that it was his own lewd anus actively squeezing the enema liquid into his body. 

Boss Yang, as an old hand in various aspects, quickly saw through the intricacies of this. He increasingly marveled that the club had truly considered every detail. 

Liu Yong pulled the gourd-shaped nozzle out of his anus, immediately tightly contracting his sphincter muscles. Relying on his own muscle strength to retain the enema liquid inside, he simultaneously took advantage of this time to clean his face and body. The process of cleaning his body inevitably required movements of lifting and bending, naturally eliciting another round of panting and moaning. 

By the time he finished all the cleaning steps and finally injected 200 milliliters of lubricant into his anus, there was only half a minute left before the time limit. 

Number Sixteen coldly watched Liu Yong's frantic actions, neither helping nor urging. He only turned off the timer after Liu Yong finished, then handed Liu Yong a set of black leather restraints to put on. 

These restraints were somewhat like suspender pants. Two straps crossed at the back and went over the shoulders, connecting to the waist belt in front. Another strap went across the chest, pushing the chest and nipples forward prominently. 

The lower body was similarly bound by several straps around the buttocks and upper thighs. A single small piece of fabric covered half the penis, but deliberately left the red, full, swollen glans exposed. The testicles were also left outside the leather, constantly rubbing against the inner thighs as the body moved. 

Of course, the most important part was the egg-sized vibrating egg. Its smooth silver surface felt heavy in the hand and was constantly emitting low-frequency vibrations. 

Liu Yong didn't dare delay after receiving it. He carefully placed it on a sensitive spot deep inside his anus. 

After Liu Yong put on this "outfit" composed of several leather straps, he felt like he could hardly breathe from how tight it was. But Number Sixteen didn't wait for him to adjust. He simply said "Follow me" and walked out of the training room first. 

Liu Yong was startled, then immediately followed excitedly with quick steps. His range of activity these past days had been limited to the training room and this cleaning room. Though he didn't know what awaited him next, just leaving this room was already quite exciting in itself. 

Outside the training room was a long, narrow corridor. There were tightly closed doors on both sides of the corridor about every five meters. At first glance, the exit couldn't be seen behind any of these doors. 

The snow-white walls, snow-white floor, and even snow-white doors on the walls, combined with the snow-white lights overhead, gave a strange feeling of being in a sci-fi movie. 

Liu Yong trembled as he stepped into the room. The door immediately closed behind him. 

Liu Yong surveyed this empty room. Three sides were mirrors. Only in the very center of the floor was a large X-shaped metal frame made of steel pipes, whose function and purpose Liu Yong was now all too familiar with. 

"Ah!" 

Two figures suddenly emerged from a blind spot he hadn't noticed before. They were dressed like Number Sixteen, both slaves belonging to the club. But there were no number tattoos around their chest and nipples, indicating these two weren't exclusive to any particular trainer. 

The two slaves fixed Liu Yong to the metal frame as if grabbing a chicken. Then they turned several handles, laying his body flat and spreading his legs, positioning him like he was lying on a delivery bed. Then they silently left, leaving Liu Yong alone there. 

Liu Yong quickly calmed down from the initial confusion. Now he rotated his eyes to survey his surroundings, suddenly feeling this environment was very familiar. 

After a moment, he suddenly realized - if the space were enlarged slightly, wasn't this the room where he was auctioned off after first waking up in the club? 

At that time, that man had casually played with his body to display it to the audience behind the mirrors while calmly evaluating his reactions. So now, were there still people behind these mirrors? 

Were many people watching, or just the person who bought him observing his reactions? 

Was the man who had been training him these past days also watching? 

Unconsciously, this scene that had changed his life's fate easily threw Liu Yong back into confusion. Just thinking that someone was behind the mirrors watching his lewd pose with legs spread open made Liu Yong's blood rush to his head. 

The drug patch the man had placed on the sensitive spot in his anus had only recently taken effect. It was still a long time before it would wear off. The two enemas earlier had only barely temporarily suppressed the sour itching. Now the unbearable sensation had long since surged up again. 

The imagination of being one-sidedly watched while in heat became the spark igniting the fire of desire in his body. The vibrating egg placed in his anus seemed to seize the opportunity, suddenly increasing its vibration frequency. Liu Yong finally could no longer resist writhing on the metal frame, twisting while calling out "Master... Master save me..." 

This caught Boss Yang's eye. 

"When customers have demands, we naturally have to put in more effort and use more techniques..." Ah Qing stood not far from the one-way mirror, looking at the slave he had personally trained. "This was originally an energetic, restless little guy who always tried to take shortcuts. We had to make his body meet standards, be lewd and obedient, while trying to maintain his curiosity and somewhat unruly nature... If I may be frank, Boss Yang, your additional training menu cost even more than the main course." 

"Money, once you reach a certain level, is just a number." 

Boss Yang stared at the slave's face behind the mirror, flushed red with desire and shame. Intestinal fluid mixed with lubricant flowed out in small spurts from the constantly twitching and writhing anus. Just watching like this, his own body was already showing some reaction. 

But he was curious about something else: "The 'master' the little one keeps calling for - is that me, or you, Ah Qing?" 

Ah Qing laughed when he heard this: "Boss Yang, you're overthinking it. What he's calling for now should just be the imaginary figure of 'master' in his heart. Throughout the entire training process, I wore a mask and voice changer, so he doesn't know what I look like. He only has a vague concept imprinted in his mind of 'master is this person who's been training me, with this kind of voice and appearance.' The voice issue has been resolved. As for the physical differences between you and me, Boss Yang, how deep an impression do you think a vague figure in a white coat would leave on a slave who's only interacted for a few days and had his vision blocked half the time?" 

"Good! Truly professional! Then I'll take the goods now!" 

This time Boss Yang smiled genuinely. He shook Ah Qing's right hand, though his index finger still took the opportunity to ambiguously slide across the smooth skin on the inside of Ah Qing's forearm. But he didn't push his luck too far and quickly let go. 

"Thank you for your patronage. I'm glad Boss Yang is satisfied." 

Ah Qing tried to ignore the nauseating feeling like spiders crawling on his skin, briefly returned the handshake before letting go, and said, "I hear you're hosting a small gathering soon, Boss Yang. I wish you all an enjoyable time in advance." 

"It's tonight, actually. Your information is quite up-to-date," Boss Yang said, looking at the slave immersed in lust and flashing a somewhat sinister smile. "I happen to have a little wager with someone. I hope this little one doesn't embarrass me tonight."