EWH 5

Xu Wanhe originally planned to finish it in just one round, but that kiss pissed him off. He flipped the man over and pinned him down on the couch, jerked his just-spent cock back to full hardness, and shoved it in again, pounding away like a madman.

This time, he fucked Yang Moshou so brutally it nearly tore his rectum apart. The guy almost died under him.

The condom, bloated with cum, was tossed to the floor. When Xu Wanhe finally pulled out, Yang Moshou felt like his hole couldn’t even close anymore.

It hung open slightly, twitching in the shape of an angry “O”.

That bastard Xu Wanhe finished and just left like nothing happened.

Yang Moshou lay facedown on the couch, panting through clenched teeth, sweat pouring down his face.

The door opened again. Two of the underlings came in to untie him, then stepped back out to wait for him to put on his pants before finally taking him back.

Before leaving, Yang Moshou didn’t forget to grab a stapler from the desk and jab holes into every single condom in Xu Wanhe’s drawer. He hoped that the next time that bastard used one, he’d fuck someone with an STD and end up growing a fat cluster of genital warts on his dick.

By the time he got back, it was already three in the afternoon. Because he hadn’t been able to clock in, twenty bucks were docked from his pay.

He didn’t even get to eat, his ass was wrecked, and overall, the day was pure hell.

His underwear felt sticky, but since Xu Wanhe didn’t come inside and he didn’t have a fistula, it was probably just blood.

Yang Moshou sighed, bracing against the hallway wall as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Once inside, he used some toilet paper to check, and for a moment, it honestly felt like he was on his fucking period.

At first, Yang Moshou figured it was just a minor tear and planned to go home and apply some anti-inflammatory ointment. But the amount of blood he saw left him stunned. Without thinking twice, he pulled his pants up and headed straight to the proctology department.

Proctologist Xiao Wang was surprised to see him. “Hey, isn’t this Xiao Yang? Come over and try this. I brought some flatbread from my hometown.”

Wincing from the pain, Yang Moshou stepped forward and saw Xiao Wang fold the paper-thin flatbread in half, then slice it with a razor blade.

“Your flatbread’s tough as hell.”

Xiao Wang kept cutting.

“That’s the charm. You’re supposed to enjoy the chew. If it’s soft and limp, it loses all its character.”

Yang Moshou took the piece Xiao Wang handed over. “It’s a bit cold.”

Xiao Wang smiled. “Well, that’s what you get for showing up late. If you’d come earlier, you could’ve eaten it hot.”

Yang Moshou didn’t really feel like eating. “Cold is fine. Cold is fine.”

Xiao Wang suddenly seemed to remember something. “Wait, what brings you here?”

Yang Moshou hadn’t eaten anything the entire afternoon, and after hours of intense physical activity, he was starving. In no time, he had already eaten more than half the flatbread. “I came to see you. For a checkup.”

“A checkup?” Xiao Wang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the sign by the door. “What’s wrong?”

Yang Moshou swallowed the last bite of flatbread and brushed the crumbs off his hands. “Hmm… I’m a bit constipated… probably tore something down there…”

“You should’ve said so earlier. If you’re constipated, you shouldn’t be eating stuff like flatbread,” Xiao Wang’s expression turned serious as he stood up. “Come with me. I’ll run a check and see what’s actually going on.”

Yang Moshou followed him into the examination room next door. He laid down a sheet of sterilized paper for himself, then pulled down his pants, placed both hands on his knees, and bent over on the exam bed, waiting for the checkup.

Little Wang put on a pair of disposable gloves. “Xiao Yang, not to nag, but every time I see you, you’re eating. Now look, you’ve eaten yourself into trouble. How long have you been constipated?”

Yang Moshou thought for a second. “More than two years.”

“That’s seriously a long time.” Xiao Wang frowned and stepped forward to begin the exam, but froze on the spot.

Forget about the anal tear. Just looking at the bruises and purplish marks all over his ass, it was obvious this wasn’t from any accidental bump. It was the result of reckless, over-the-top fucking.

Xiao Wang’s face twisted into a strange expression. “Uh… Xiao Yang… you really need to pace yourself a bit… Constant tearing like this can easily lead to anal ulcers and fistulas. And treating those is pure hell.”

Yang Moshou took the words to heart. He made a mental note to always keep lube on hand from now on. Going in dry just wasn’t going to cut it.

Even though the cause was obvious, Xiao Wang still did a thorough exam. After confirming that the anal tear was indeed caused by violent tearing and not from any ulcer or STD, he let Yang Moshou get off the table and prescribed him some topical anti-inflammatory cream along with oral medication.

When Yang Moshou returned to the office from the proctology department, he couldn’t sit at all. He could only lean against the windowsill, slowly digging through the stuff in his drawer.

At the very bottom, he finally pulled out that yellowed bed tag.

He grabbed it, slammed it to the floor, and ground it under his foot. After crushing it thoroughly, he picked it back up and tossed it into the drawer again.

The afternoon sunlight blazed white like a raging fire, burning hot against his skin.

Yang Moshou stood by the window, zoning out.

His ass still throbbed, a dull ache that wouldn’t let him forget. Like a constant reminder of something that shouldn’t exist, of something ridiculous yet stirring.

He swallowed, just slightly. His face was a little red.

He didn’t know if it was the sun doing that.

Or his own thoughts.

—

Xu Wanhe’s whole body ached.

Over the past two years, he’d been doing rehabilitation exercises and taking better care of his health. He had cut back a lot on sex, especially this past month. But that encounter with the young doctor… he had gone way overboard.

The massage therapist’s hands were soft, fair, and tender. While pressing down gently, she asked in a low voice, “Xu-ge, how’s the pressure…”

Xu Wanhe frowned. “Get lost. I hate chatterboxes.”

The girl’s eyes reddened. She turned and walked out.

One of the guys outside poked his head in. “Xu-ge, what happened… you’ve only been in there ten minutes…”

Xu Wanhe rubbed his thigh with a scowl. “Go to the hospital. Get me a doctor. My legs have been sore for two days and it’s not going away.”

The man nodded, then added, “Right now? That Burmese guy Tang-ge introduced is already here. You’ll probably have to entertain him for the next few days.”

Xu Wanhe got dressed and stood. “Fine, keep it in mind. No rush. I’ll go meet the Burmese guy first.”

While buttoning up his shirt, he asked, “What time’s Tang Ziyan showing up?”

“Uh, Fei Qi just called. Tang-ge’s not coming.”

Xu Wanhe lifted his eyes slightly. “Why?”

“I asked Fei Qi. He said Shen Han came over, so Tang-ge’s staying with him.”

Xu Wanhe’s expression turned sour. He cursed under his breath.

“Slut. Can’t wait to get fucked, huh.”

—

A week later, Yang Moshou’s ass finally healed up.

That morning, he came in early. He was curled up at his desk sipping soy milk, only halfway through when two men in black suits stepped into the room.

“Which one of you is Dr. Wang Tengde?”

Yang Moshou was biting the straw, his face pale in the morning light. “He’s not here yet. You’ll have to wait.”

One of the men responded at first, but the moment he got a clear look at Yang Moshou’s face, his eyes widened. “Dr. Yang!”

Yang Moshou took a long sip of soy milk. “What.”

“You don’t remember me?”

“Oh. Who the hell are you.”

“I used to do night shifts over at 250,” the guy quickly stepped forward, trying to warm up the conversation. “You really don’t remember? You came by all the time to give my big brother massages, and I’d slip outside for a smoke…”

As soon as Yang Moshou heard 250, he jumped up from his chair. “Oh, it’s you. What happened to your brother? Did he start showing aftereffects?”

“No, no, nothing like that. He’s just feeling sore all over and hasn’t bounced back for days. Thought we’d have Dr. Wang take a look…”

Yang Moshou tossed the empty soy milk cup in the trash. “Dr. Wang doesn’t do house calls. But since Xu Wanhe’s one of his former patients, he doesn’t need to register. He can just show up.”

The two men exchanged glances but stayed quiet.

Yang Moshou saw the hesitation on their faces and gave a small smile. “But… I can do house calls. We’re in the same department, and I was involved in his case too. It won’t make much of a difference.”

The underling’s eyes lit up. “That’s great. Then please, come with us.”

Yang Moshou rolled his eyes slightly. “Fine. Wait for me outside for half an hour.”

The two men thanked him profusely and stepped out.

Without wasting a second, Yang Moshou sat down and started writing his leave request.

After that, he made a quick stop at the proctology department to grab some liquid paraffin lubricant, then jogged downstairs and headed out.

Right as he stepped out, he grabbed a flatbread wrap at the breakfast stall to eat on the way, but forgot the lubricant he’d set down there.