11-6

Chapter 6: Instruction 

When the lights in the cleaning room came on again, Liu Yong immediately burst into tears. 

The absolute darkness of the enclosed space itself carried an immense sense of oppression. The cold liquid surrounding his body and the lifeless, twisting, vibrating object in his intestines had been constantly torturing his physical and psychological defenses. 

Although it had only been eight hours, Liu Yong felt as if eight years had passed. When he saw the man again, he almost looked at him as if he were a savior. His gaze and movements were noticeably more compliant than on the first day. 

"You were so tough before. I thought you'd hold out longer, but you've given in so quickly," the man said with a cold, disappointed laugh. 

Since Liu Yong had begun to cooperate, the man could save himself some trouble. To be frank, this training job wasn't high-level; the finished product would be nothing more than a durable, vocal, pleasing multi-functional human fleshlight. Psychological breaking and rebuilding wasn't his area of expertise, and it certainly wouldn't be worth just this price. 

The man opened the sealed lid and began draining the cleaning solution. The originally clear liquid had become somewhat cloudy after eight hours of soaking, naturally due to the dissolution and expulsion of many impurities from the body's pores. 

The man reached out and felt the skin on Liu Yong's arms and chest that had emerged from the water. After hair removal and soaking, it was completely smooth, with pores so small they were almost invisible. Indeed, the club's products were excellent. Although he was used to it, he still marveled at the results every time he examined them. 

"Since you've given in, hurry up and get out," the man commanded once the cleaning solution had been completely drained. 

Liu Yong didn't dare delay and immediately struggled to stand up. 

However, the space inside the barrel was narrow. Liu Yong had been curled up inside all night, his limbs were numb, and there was still some cleaning solution left on the barrel walls. For a moment, he couldn't get up, his hands and feet slipping. 

Recalling the additional bladder cleansing he had received earlier for not reacting quickly enough, Liu Yong broke out in a cold sweat. He desperately tried to get up while anxiously and fearfully looking at the man standing beside him. 

The man clapped his hands, and immediately a muscular, burly man walked in from outside the cleaning room. His muscles were so swollen they looked ready to explode, exuding an aura of hormones. 

This man also wore a rubber-like hood, with a gag in his mouth similar to those used for livestock. Under several black leather straps, his pectoral muscles were even more full and prominent than a woman's breasts. 

His nipples, like black grapes, were pierced with gold nipple rings that hung heavily, the piercings clearly visible. On his areolas was a clear numerical tattoo: 16. 

He wore only a leather chastity belt on his lower body, with a large bulge inside. The glans, however, protruded from the waistband, its expanded urethral opening also pierced with a small metal ring, currently dripping with precum. 

Number Sixteen entered the cleaning room and immediately followed the man's instructions, supporting Liu Yong under his armpits and lifting him out of the barrel as if he were a child, despite Liu Yong weighing nearly 90 kilograms. 

Liu Yong collapsed on the ground, constantly looking towards the nearby toilet. A considerable portion of yesterday's 1000 ml of nutrient solution had already entered his bladder through the circulatory system, further increasing the burden on his bladder. At this moment, he felt he truly couldn't hold it for even one more second. 

"The first thing I'll teach you today is that in front of your master, you need permission for any action. Right now, I am your master. In the future, it will be your buyer," the man said. 

The man tapped Liu Yong's swollen lower abdomen with his toe, not too forcefully. "For example, right now, you should say, 'Please, master, allow this lowly slave to relieve himself.'" 

"Please... let me go... go... relieve myself." Liu Yong found it hard to say the words "master" and "lowly slave," so he instinctively mumbled one and directly replaced the other. 

The man heard clearly, of course. He forcefully stomped on Liu Yong's stomach with his toe. Liu Yong shouted "My stomach is going to burst!" while trying to dodge, but Number Sixteen had already pinned down his body, leaving him nowhere to escape. 

"That's not correct. Say it again." 

The man stomped repeatedly, and to be honest, the stomach full of liquid, with its muscular firmness and liquid softness, felt quite nice. 

"Ah! No... no, I'll say it... Please... master, let this lowly... lowly slave relieve himself." 

Liu Yong truly hadn't meant to resist earlier; he just wasn't used to saying these words. Now realizing he had no choice but to say them, he immediately repeated the phrase. 

"Your voice is too low. I couldn't hear clearly. Is the nutrient injection not enough to give you strength?" 

"Please master, let... let this lowly slave relieve himself!" 

"Not fluent enough. Say it again." 

"Ugh... Ah! Please... please stop stomping! I'll say it, I'll say it! Please master, let this lowly slave relieve himself!" 

"Wrong! What did you just call me?" 

"What? Ah... Master! It's master!" 

Liu Yong felt the liquid in his stomach sloshing back and forth with the man's forceful stomps. It seemed like his bladder and intestines would burst completely at any moment. He broke down completely and began to wail loudly, "Please master, let this lowly slave relieve himself! Please master, let this lowly slave relieve himself!" 

The man listened as Liu Yong repeated this phrase loudly three or four more times before finally removing his foot, satisfied. Liu Yong could feel the pressure on his stomach disappear, but his clouded mind couldn't make an accurate judgment. He continued to repeat the phrase incessantly, though his voice had become much softer, almost as if he were talking to himself. 

The man looked at the time and felt that this step had indeed gone on long enough. He signaled for Number Sixteen to clean Liu Yong up, while he left the cleaning room first.