When Keith woke up again, he found himself naked in a small dark room. The wound on his leg reminded him of what had happened.

"It hurts. How long has it been?" He carefully removed the torn clothes from the wound and found that it was only covered with a layer of medicinal powder to stop the bleeding.

Before he could think of a way to save himself, the door was opened and a few men who reeked of alcohol walked in from outside. They approached him with evil smiles.

"What are you doing?" Keith trembled as he stepped back. The ominous feeling seemed to have come true. He kept comforting himself in his heart: No, they didn't even kill him, why would they throw him here...

Before the men could respond, his hands were bound by a hemp rope. They casually pushed him onto the wooden board and began to untie his belt.

"No... no..." Keith squirmed, trying to escape.

"I heard that this is a tough guy, let's be safe and use the back."

"Really? Tsk, I still want to see if his mouth is soft enough."

The men discussed in a language that Keith could not understand.

"Ah...stop...ugh..." The man's thick and long genital was thrusting his flesh acupoint back and forth behind him, it penetrated through harshly each time. It was the first time his flesh acupoint was used, he could not withstand the storm of attacks. Keith soon felt that his lower body was numb to the point that he could not feel anything, he cried out for help, "Please... don't...ah..."

But why would they care such a weak cry for help? They were still communicating with each other through the acupoint, which was really tight and fun.

"Ah...umm...ha...no..." As his genitals continued to enter and exit his body, the man actually began to emit lustful and sticky sounds. Keith did not even dare to believe that this was his body. He kept struggling, trying to use his shoulders to carve a way out for himself.

"Be quiet." A man was angered by his lack of cooperation. He pulled out his belt and hit him hard on the back.

A red mark appeared on his delicate and sunless skin almost instantly. It was as red as the red spider lily by the River Styx. The men seemed to realize this fact one after another, they pulled out their belts and started to beat him.

"Ah...don't beat me anymore, it hurts." Keith's hands were tied to his back, and his calves could only twitch weakly due to the gunshot wound. All he could do was to curl up his body to resist the swift whipping that came raining down like a storm. His waist, buttocks and thighs were soon covered in red marks. He did not even have the strength to struggle, and could only lie pitifully on the dirty wooden board.

Seeing this, the men whistled and continued to commit adultery. Some held his hands, while others held his legs together. The mucus flowed freely on his body, making it appear particularly sticky and messy.

His head was pressed hard against the wooden board. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was no longer as handsome as before. "I'm going to kill you all!" Keith enunciated each word, each word containing the hatred of blood.

The men on his body could not understand what he was saying at all. They were still talking about his inability to perform. In their hearts, he was just a toy that was brought to them to vent their lust.

"What a delicate and tender boy."

"This little b*tch scratched my arm. Damn it."

"Where's the medicine? Give him some. I don't want to get scratched by him while playing."

"Uhh...uhh...what..." Keith's jaw was pulled open mercilessly. His face gradually turned red due to his struggle. The sickly red flush on his face reduced the gloomy and emaciated atmosphere around him.

The men took him by surprise and stuffed the medicine into his mouth. Then, they pinched his throat and forced him to swallow it.

"What is this..." A familiar heat came from his lower body. Keith realized that he had been forced to swallow the aphrodisiac. He could not help but feel hatred in his heart when he thought about how he was going to turn into a whore who wanted to have sex later.

Just like a cold-blooded snake that was temporarily trapped by humans, he would definitely bite his enemy to death without hesitation if there was a chance. Before he lost his mind, he swore in his heart like a trapped beast that was filled with hatred.

Kimberly Smith, George Carter and Sean Harrison. I would definitely make you taste my suffering today!