Industrious

They leaned on him while he tried to evade the grip of their leader, who was squeezing his vocal cords madly. He struggled to escape from their hands, which rushed to mess with all parts of his body in a frenzy at times, and heaped frantic punches on him at other times. He tried to bend forward and backward, hoping to get rid of their control over him, until he felt his pulse. His breathing slows down, and they are confused between feeling the intimate areas of his body on the one hand; And directing blows to him on the other hand. He felt his feet tingling beneath him: this came simultaneously with the warm liquid that spurted from between his thighs. His body finally relaxed in their hands; Then...and only then did they stop their hands on him and stop messing with him. He fell on the ground, curling up around himself while Tariq''s voice came from above in the form of intermittent vibrations, threatening him to repeat their action whenever they wanted to.