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Chapter 13: Punitive Training (Part 4) (Training Number Sixteen in Front of Liu Yong, Two Fingers Make the Anus Squirt to Orgasm, Liu Yong's Mindset Changes) 

Liu Yong slowly regained consciousness from a haze. He seemed to have briefly lost awareness in the extreme pleasure, but since being placed on the wooden horse, he had already lost sense of time due to the constant thrusting of the artificial penis, so he had no way to judge how long he had been unconscious. 

The first sensation upon regaining awareness was thirst - the kind of thirst where his throat felt like it was about to catch fire.  

Liu Yong naturally didn't know that earlier, when he had fallen into a hypnotic state, he had been screaming intensely for even the slightest pleasure. Under the man's deliberate control and torment, Liu Yong had been continuously shouting and moaning for two hours. Now that he was conscious again, it would be strange if his throat wasn't burning. 

The second sensation was that the artificial penis inside his body seemed to have stopped moving. Although the inner walls of his hole were almost numb from the intense friction, he could still feel the strong pressure from his intestines being stretched full. 

His body was extremely tired from the constant waves of orgasms, yet he still felt unsatisfied, as if he had been neglected. The unexpressed desire made Liu Yong feel restless and anxious. He almost unconsciously began twisting his waist, rubbing his inner erogenous zones against the glans of the artificial penis. 

"You just woke up and already know how to play with yourself for fun. Still saying you're not a slut when you're clearly so well-behaved." 

A sudden comment from the man reached Liu Yong's ears. Though the voice wasn't loud, to Liu Yong it sounded like a demon's curse. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat, trembling as he looked towards the source of the voice. 

The man indeed had not left this training room, as Liu Yong had truly only lost consciousness for a few minutes. 

At this moment, he didn't deliberately avoid Liu Yong's gaze. He simply moved a chair to sit beside Number Sixteen, his right hand holding a pen to write and draw in a notebook, occasionally crossing out or adding items. His left hand rested on Number Sixteen's still-swollen buttocks, caressing and kneading, occasionally inserting two fingers into Number Sixteen's anus and stirring casually. 

Earlier, a medicinal rod had been inserted into Number Sixteen's urethra. After over two hours of metabolism, though the drug's effects hadn't completely worn off, it was no longer like at the beginning when his penis was itching and numb from inside out to the point where even an experienced slave like him was on the verge of breakdown. 

Although he had just experienced intense fisting not long ago, Number Sixteen's anus had become tight again. The closed anal opening only opened a small gap just big enough to accommodate when the master's fingers entered. It writhed and sucked with each subtle movement of the fingers, making wet squelching sounds. 

Sometimes when the man's movements were a bit rougher, Number Sixteen's soft panting would immediately rise slightly in pitch, becoming like overwhelmed moans. Though noticeable, they weren't harsh. Instead, they were like small brushes gently sweeping across the listener's ears and heart. 

If someone with less self-control were here, just these few gasps and moans might be enough to make their lower body harden and their mind waver. 

"You're so excited today. Is it because you know there's someone else watching?" 

The man seemed quite accustomed to this behavior. His tone remained calm, but suddenly his fingers applied force, pinching Number Sixteen's prostate hard and tugging at that soft flesh. He asked: "Do you remember what my requirement was?" 

"Ah... ah..." Number Sixteen's waist trembled constantly, his anus squirming rapidly. Even his voice shook: "Master... Master's requirement is that when beside Master, no matter the environment, I... mm... must not have any stray thoughts, can only think of Master..." 

"The meaning is correct. It seems you indeed haven't forgotten. So what are you thinking about now?" 

The man's fingers didn't relax at all, even adding more force. The small area of intestinal wall at the prostate, originally only slightly protruding, finally swelled up from the abuse. 

"Responding to Master, this slave only... ah... this slave only hasn't been... mm... hasn't been trained by Master for some time, and is too excited. Please punish this slave's... greedy little slutty hole... ah..." 

Number Sixteen's response was broken by the man's actions. Fine tremors had spread from his waist throughout his body. But his buttocks, which had been constantly abused and toyed with, dared neither to dodge nor to meet the movements. 

Earlier, when the master was carrying out urethral punishment, he had made it very clear that pain or pleasure, reward or punishment, were all decided by the master's will. Any action he took on his own initiative was wrong. 

If he made the same mistake again in such a short time, the master would certainly use stricter methods to make him learn his lesson well, rather than just simple urethral punishment. 

The man was clearly satisfied with Number Sixteen's answer. He quickly released the pinched intestinal flesh and instead used his fingertips to press against an erogenous spot, lightly but rapidly rubbing back and forth. Then he used his fingerpads to massage the prostate area over a large area. 

Number Sixteen's body suddenly stiffened. His anus contracted violently several times in quick succession. Clear liquid spurted out. A few seconds later, all his tense muscles also relaxed and went soft. 

Because his penis was often prevented from ejaculating, this method of orgasming through the anus by squirting water had become more common. Number Sixteen was already very used to it. 

"Such a little slut, getting Master's hand all wet with so much water. Did you think you were marking your territory by peeing?" 

The man withdrew his fingers. He wasn't wearing rubber gloves at the moment. Not only were his two fingers dripping wet, but a small puddle had even formed in his palm. 

The man extended his hand to Number Sixteen's mouth. His tone surprisingly carried a hint of amusement as he said, "Come, lick your own stuff clean." 

"Yes, Master." 

Number Sixteen immediately turned his head towards the master without hesitation. 

Liu Yong only now noticed that Number Sixteen had removed the rubber hood that only exposed his eyes, mouth and breathing holes. He now wore a palm-width black leather blindfold. From the exposed shape of his high, straight nose bridge and chin, he likely had quite a strong, handsome face. 

Liu Yong watched as Number Sixteen first carefully sucked clean the liquid in the man's palm with his lips, then extended his tongue to lick the man's fingers. Though he knew Number Sixteen couldn't see at all, each licking motion was elegant and meticulous, completely different from his hungry, unrestrained state when being fisted by the man earlier. 

After completely cleaning the master's palm and fingers, Number Sixteen lowered his head and gently nuzzled his face against the master's palm. The man allowed Number Sixteen to nuzzle, scratching under his chin as if praising a pet. He even ruffled the little slave's short, fluffy hair. It somehow had a strange air of warmth and doting. 

In fact, from the moment Liu Yong heard Number Sixteen's moans and pants, the desire in his body that hadn't fully subsided rose again. His gaze was first locked onto Number Sixteen's writhing anus, then watched that pink tongue, soft and agile like a cat's, licking the man's wet fingers as if savoring some rare delicacy. 

If that tongue could lick his own cock, what kind of supreme pleasure would it be... 

But does licking someone else's thing really feel that good... 

So thirsty... 

Liu Yong's thoughts had gradually changed from wanting others to suck his penis to craving to suck someone else's cock. 

The man saw everything. The corners of his mouth moved slightly under his mask. He patted the back of Number Sixteen's head to indicate he could rest for now, then walked back to Liu Yong's side.