cynical attack

After a few glasses of beer, Zhao Ruizhe's brain was already paralyzed by alcohol.At this moment, let alone walking, even standing up is a problem.

The clothes on his body have also been faded before he knew it. The khaki skin of the yellow race is even more attractive among a group of European and American whites. It is like a stamen wrapped in white petals, sweet and tender. good.

Zhao Ruizhe realized that the situation was wrong. Although he wanted to resist and leave, his limp body didn't have the strength to resist...

"You... get up and drive..."

Zhao Ruizhe stretched out his hand to push the man's approaching face, his five fingers were like an open spider web, trying to keep his lips away thousands of miles away.

"come on..."

How could the man be able to stop it with his weak strength? His kiss was like a suction cup, tightly attached to Zhao Ruizhe's neck, biting the delicate flesh on his neck.

The men around him have long been watching the naked body burning, and the briefs that covered the huge figure on the lower body have long since disappeared.Those two hands also kept wandering around Zhao Ruizhe's body, teasing his defenseless body.

"I don't want to... I'm just here to play for a while..."

Zhao Ruizhe, who had fallen into the claws of the wolves long ago, was still begging bitterly. He knew nothing about homosexual sex, so he couldn't predict what terrible things would happen later.

In the bar, everyone was immersed in the hustle and bustle of the dance floor. Occasionally, single people would come to watch, and most of those who watched were hungry wolves. Seeing Zhao Ruizhe who was unconscious and drunk, they also If it's in the ranks of molesting him.

One, two, three... Like a tornado, Zhao Ruizhe swept over the single hungry wolves in every corner of the bar.Before long, he was surrounded by a dozen men.

"Di Di~"

The sound of text messages from the mobile phone has long been suppressed in the noise of the bar, and only the light on the screen reminds the reception of the text message.

"Rest early, don't chat with Wang Mengyao too late."

Qiao Lei's short text message appeared on the phone screen verbatim.It's a pity that Zhao Ruizhe, who was surrounded by everyone, couldn't see those simple words.Soon, the faint light of the mobile phone was replaced by the flash of the disco ball again.

Tonight is destined to be his nightmare, Satan's gate of hell is also open for him tonight...

"Ah... it hurts... ah"

In the room behind the bar, Zhao Ruizhe was lying on a big round bed, surrounded by the dozen or so men just now.They all walked around Zhao Ruizhe's side naked, and the golden cudgel they carried with them kept rubbing against his body.

Zhao Ruizhe yelled weakly, but unfortunately the hungry wolves around couldn't bear the feeling of being burned by the heat, and just ravaged Zhao Ruizhe's body blindly.

"Fuck!"

Basically every man is saying this sentence while moving his body, and he is constantly strengthening his strength while speaking.

"Please...please...you...let...let me go...I..."

Zhao Ruizhe didn't have the energy to switch his brain to speak English. Under the intense pain in his body, he could only communicate with these foreigners in Chinese.

"what? (what)"

How could those people understand Zhao Ruizhe's words, they just moved their bodies back and forth blindly, seeking greater physical satisfaction.

There are more than a dozen people crammed into a room of more than [-] square meters. The room is filled with a strong smell of alcohol and sweat, as well as a special smell of male hormones.The mixture of various gases creates the atmosphere of Satan's hell.

After all, it was also the first time, he did not expect that sex between men would be such a painful thing, nor did he expect that his first time would be given to more than ten strange men.In desperation, while he was struggling, he could only rely on cooperation to relieve the pain in his body...

This night was long, and the long line of more than a dozen men stretched out the terrifying night.At night like this, instead of enduring the pain soberly, it would be better to lose consciousness.

Finally, when it was the fifth man's turn, Zhao Ruizhe passed out.In the dream, his pure soul took his broken body to Satan's palace, accepting Satan's baptism...

It was an accident, the most unpredictable accident of my life.I wanted to feel the atmosphere here, to feel what love between men is, to feel the special love between men...

But in the end, he didn't understand the things he wanted to know. He just sold his body, skipped the procedures of communication and love, and directly entered the final "consummation".

The physical pain brought him mental wounds, but he didn't hate this feeling because of it. On the contrary, he fell in love with that special feeling just like Adam and Eve who ate the apple at that time...

When Zhao Ruizhe woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day, and the moment he opened his eyes, he felt as if his whole body had been smeared with soap.The stench from the "soap foam" on his face also kept getting into his nostrils.

He was the only one left on that huge round bed, and there were still some wet "soap scum" on the messy sheets, and even the clothes thrown on the ground had that white mark.

The pain in the body and the dizziness in the brain kept pulling his body that had been tortured all night, wishing he could immediately pull him down on the bed and fall into a deep sleep again, but the fishy smell on his body kept stimulating his nerves, Make him have to get up and leave this place...

Along the way, everyone who came and went looked at Zhao Ruizhe's trembling appearance.Their eyes were not all on his half-closed eyes, but more on the white marks on his clothes.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

A burst of rapid cell phone ringing pulled Zhao Ruizhe's wandering soul back to his body.

When he took out his mobile phone, he saw the name on the caller ID, and he suddenly regained his energy, and the pain in his body disappeared in an instant.

"Hello? Why didn't you reply to the text message or answer the phone last night! What are you doing!"

Hearing the angry scolding from the other end of the phone, Zhao Ruizhe's expression was very relaxed, as if he heard the piano music played by the revived Chopin.

"Something...what's wrong?"

His hoarse throat made him speak hoarsely.

"It's okay, just to remind you to pay attention to the hygiene at home."

"Oh, I know."

There was a happy smile on the corner of Zhao Ruizhe's mouth.

"That's hung up."

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a busy tone of "beep" on the other end of the phone...

Zhao Ruizhe stopped and looked up at the blue sky. The rare sunny weather in winter made him take a deep breath.

"Xue Tong... I have done what you have done now. Sooner or later, what you have will become what I own..."