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Chapter 10: Punitive Training (Part 1) (Electrocution, Incontinence, Wooden Horse Bondage) 

Punitive Training (Part 1) 

Liu Yong's secret masturbation was discovered, causing his body to suddenly stiffen. He instinctively wanted to curl up to dodge the whip that might come. 

As for escaping, he didn't even dare to think about it now. Yesterday, just being slow to respond to an order had made him suffer all night. If he dared to run away and was caught again, he might truly lose his life. 

However, the man had no intention of whipping Liu Yong. After a day of interaction, he discovered that beneath Liu Yong's seemingly rough and direct exterior, there was actually a hint of cunning. It was this personality that made him think he could take shortcuts and be clever, even repeatedly touching the absolute bottom line that a sex slave must not violate. 

Compared to the previous gradual training courses, the man decided to directly destroy Liu Yong's psychological defenses from now on, as this was the most convenient and quick training method. 

The man stepped forward and grabbed Liu Yong's short hair. Before Liu Yong could react, there was a crisp "click" sound, and a finger-width metal collar was already locked around Liu Yong's neck. It continued to tighten until Liu Yong had some difficulty breathing before stopping. 

"I've been going easy on you, thinking you've never received this kind of education before. That was my mistake. From now on, I'll correct that error," the man said, patting Liu Yong's face, which was flushed from lack of air. "Don't look at me like that. You brought this on yourself." 

Number Sixteen was still struggling and moaning from the medicine stick in his urethra, but the man seemed not to hear, leaving his little slave hanging there. Liu Yong was now completely preoccupied with fear, unable to think about the lewd thoughts from earlier. 

The man was now leading him by the thin chain on his collar to the wooden horse prepared on the other side of the room. 

The man walked quickly. Liu Yong had trouble keeping up while crawling. The cold, hard floor made his knees ache repeatedly. But whenever he slowed down or hesitated slightly in his movements, it would pull on the chain the man was holding, and the metal collar would immediately emit an electric current. 

Liu Yong was led by the man to stop in front of the wooden horse. He saw that although the device was called a wooden horse, it only vaguely resembled one in shape. It was entirely made of welded steel pipes. 

The main body was a half-meter-high trapezoidal cube. The upper layer was only half a palm's width narrow and had no weight-bearing flat surface. The interior structure was complex, though its purpose wasn't clear. The main body was supported by four pillars underneath, looking quite sturdy and reliable. 

Just as Liu Yong wanted to secretly observe more closely, his neck hurt again. The man was already coldly looking down at Liu Yong, ordering him to sit on it himself. 

Liu Yong didn't dare resist. His whole body trembling, he slowly turned and climbed onto the wooden horse. 

Although the main body of the wooden horse was only half a meter high, with the four legs underneath, it was nearly one and a half meters off the ground. After sitting on it, any hope of his feet touching the ground was impossible. On both sides were smooth, transparent plastic boards, also offering no place for support. 

Liu Yong thought about how, once he sat down, the narrow top would wedge between his buttocks, pressing directly against his anus and vulnerable perineum. That sensation would certainly be very unpleasant, so he hesitated to actually sit down. 

So he used his hands to support himself on two steel pipes in front, his two long, strong thighs tightly gripping the boards on both sides, his buttocks barely resting on top of the wooden horse, only appearing to be "sitting," thinking he could get away with it for a moment. 

But he forgot that while the sitting posture could be faked, muscle movements couldn't be disguised. Especially since Liu Yong was a fitness instructor, he usually trained his muscles to be firm and prominent for teaching and visual effect. Now, as he exerted force, the muscles in his arms, back, and thighs all bulged up. To an experienced person like the man, it was clearly a dead giveaway. 

The man saw this and naturally gave a cold laugh, but didn't say anything. Because he now believed that for someone like Liu Yong, actions speak louder than words. Let the body remember how painful it is to disobey orders, and the mind will naturally become obedient. 

"Ah! Ah! Ugh! No! No!" 

Liu Yong knew it was bad when he heard the man's cold laugh, but before he could adjust, another electric current had already been emitted from the collar. This current was stronger and lasted longer than any previous one. Liu Yong immediately lost strength in all his limbs, his whole body convulsing. He screamed as he fell onto the wooden horse. Then his lower body felt cold as the little bit of urine stored in his bladder was also released uncontrollably due to the electric shock. 

The man's movements paused slightly. 

Another possibility was that Liu Yong's urine production speed and volume were higher than normal. Although it didn't seem significantly higher at present, it was at least a direction worth training. 

Many buyers at the club placed great importance on developing slaves' inherent characteristics. Although Liu Yong's wasn't particularly interesting, if the buyer agreed to add a training item, it could bring in a nice additional fee. 

The man had a plan in mind but wasn't in a hurry to implement it immediately. 

Seeing Liu Yong sprawled on the wooden horse, unable to even react to the dull pain of his anus and perineum being pressed and hit, the man wasted no more time and began adjusting Liu Yong's sitting posture. 

First, he firmly fixed Liu Yong's hips to the horse's back. He didn't lock the legs, as escape was impossible anyway, and ineffective struggles would only accelerate the collapse of psychological defenses. 

Next came the treatment of the upper body posture. 

He first locked Liu Yong's hands, which had been bound in front, to the front of the wooden horse. Then he adjusted the chain on the collar to the back, connecting it to the tail of the wooden horse. He turned a knob to continuously tighten the chain, pulling Liu Yong's upper body backward. 

With his hands locked in front and unable to move, Liu Yong could only desperately thrust out his chest, tilt his head back, and bend his waist backward to barely alleviate the feeling of suffocation. 

When the man was sure that every part of Liu Yong's upper body had been temporarily stretched to its limit, he finally stopped turning the knob and fixed it in place. At this point, Liu Yong's not-so-flexible waist had become a beautiful bow shape. His abdominal muscles protruded in blocks from the exertion. His arms, being bound, naturally squeezed his chest, pushing out a deep cleavage between his well-defined pectoral muscles, looking very enticing. 

The man kneaded Liu Yong's full chest forcefully for a while, then heavily struck his protruding abdominal muscles a few times before saying unhurriedly: "You've already seen the final result of anal training. Now it's time for you to personally experience the process."