I'm sorry I left you

Another jolt sent sparks out of Ling; he sagged in the loins, tensed up, and once again stained himself and Wei with viscous juices.

"You're adorable," Wei said quite sincerely and bit down on Ling's tempting knee, which he held up higher.

While the young man lay senseless, or rather simply dissolved into his pleasure, Wei unleashed his animal essence and acted ruthlessly.

Completely poured into him, he collapsed exhausted on top of him. Ling passed out and had no memory of Wei, who had first regained consciousness, carrying him under the shower and seating him in the women's examination chair that stood in the corner.

It was hidden there, covered with oilcloth, and Ling had no idea of its purpose. Now he was lying there in a most erotic pose, while Wei carefully washed the residue of blood, lube, and semen from him.

It was such an exciting moment that the scoundrel became aroused and once again took advantage of Ling's helplessness. Taking him hard and fast in that chair so he wouldn't get caught, Wei was the happiest man on earth.

He wasn't holding back now, he wasn't slow or afraid. He drove in with all his might and sweat trickled down his body in hail over and over again. Then, silently with wild delight, he watched Ling cum as well.

It was almost a dry orgasm, there was very little liquid spurting out, but his body shook with convulsions for several seconds, he frowned, breathed heavily, and even tried to moan.

"Jiang Wei, you dirty brute!" he scolded himself feignedly, feeling an inexplicable joy in his heart.

Then he turned on the shower, adjusted the lukewarm water, and began to bathe Ling's exhausted body. He caressed and kissed it, saying: "thank you" and "love you". When he had finished cleaning him and put his dressing gown on, he brought some medicines from the ward and put an anesthetic ointment inside the young man.

He also lubricated the hole on the outside and once more bit the delicate skin on the young man's buttocks.

"You are unbelievable! So docile and fragile, I'm dying to possess you again. I want you to ride me and I won't leave your body until dawn."

He lowered Ling's legs from the holders and carried him to the bed. On the clean bed, they lay snuggled together and slept sweetly.

An hour later there was a knock on the door.

"It's time," Wei jumped up with a completely impenetrable face and quickly got dressed.

A roll-call was already taking place in the hospital yard and an ambulance came around the corner. The gathering was silent and orderly. Ling stayed in bed and Wei, with a sudden change of plans, left, taking two-thirds of the men with him.

He decided that the young man in his present state could not endure a long journey and so he left him in the care of his men, paying them well and, most importantly, promising to pay more.

Now his "princess" will be guarded like the apple of his eye. Ling needs to regain his strength. After what Wei did to his untrained body, the young man will probably not even get out of bed until the next evening.

When Ling opened his eyes it was twilight outside.

He wanted to jump up, but a sharp pain pierced his body as if he had just had a cavity operation.

His back ached, his wrists, abs, and buttocks, and... oh, Ling couldn't name all the embarrassing places the pain in which seemed prickly and itchy to him.

When he looked around, he didn't see Wei, and there was a note on the nightstand that was frightening in its appearance.

"Don't be angry and stop frowning: yes, I left without you. Now, when you wake up, you must understand why I did that. I'm sorry and thank you, you made me the happiest person yesterday. And even though it wasn't how I planned our official first night, it didn't turn out badly, did it? Ahem. I hope it was as good for you, even if it hurt. Sorry, um...

Money's in the wallet and security got a good fee, just wait for me. Stay at the hospital. I asked Maria to cook non-spicy food for you. She's coming to see you, she speaks a little English.

Ling... where did you come from... I took a picture of your wrist... You're so... sweet... love you more than life.

We have to cross the border today. Everything's already set up on the other side. I won't be able to contact you right away, but I'll let a couple of people go back to let you know how it went.

Please don't do anything stupid and just wait for me. It won't take long; I'm parting with you with a heavy heart. Be careful. Your Wei.

P.S. I've left some medicine for you. Take one pill in the morning and one in the evening, the ointment... you guessed it."

Ling put the letter down and looked out the window. He was alone. With Wei, it was like this all the time.

Is it possible to stay with him forever?

"I wish it could work, I wish it could work!" Ling repeated these words like a mantra.

Suddenly he felt something drain out of him. An unpleasant squelching sensation that left him feeling uneasy. Ling stood up and staggered to the bathroom, trying to hold back a groan. Leaning against the wall, he stood under the warm water until his petrified muscles softened and some of the pain was gone.

Then he noticed it with his sideways vision: the chair was standing uncovered and as if mocking him. Ling straightened up and raised his eyebrows. Didn't he seem to see it here? Or was it covered? Strange, why did the sight of the chair make his ass ache? He even rubbed it to make sure that's what he felt.

After looking at the suspicious object some more, Ling turned off the water and began to wipe him. His body had lost flexibility and mobility. It was as if he was covered in a cast. He couldn't bend over, he couldn't turn around, his legs trembled and wobbled, and there...

He was even afraid to think, though he wisely remembered later that he had not seen any blood on the bed when he got up. This calmed his shaken nervous system a little and allayed some of his fears.

Putting on his dressing gown and walking to the bed was an adventure. He could barely move his wooden legs and no longer blamed Wei for not taking him with him. Leaning against the locker by the bathroom Ling said: "come in" to whoever knocked.

A pretty woman in her forties floated into the room, smiling cheerfully. Her opulent figure took up almost the entire doorway. Bright lips, lots of jewelry, a deep cleavage - everything about her was overdone, but Ling wasn't about to show his disapproval.

"Mi Nombre es Maria," the woman spoke out of habit in Spanish, then repeated in broken English.

Ling nodded at her. The woman immediately after the greeting hastily gathered Ling's bed into a bundle and made a new one, which she had brought with her. When she had finished, she took away the dirty laundry and, on her way out, informed him that 'food is soon'. Ling nodded again.

Maria left, unfortunately leaving the door open. The young man felt mentally uncomfortable and insecure, so it took a lot of effort to first shut the door and then make his way to the bed.

Just as he was about to sit down, shuffling footsteps were heard and the door opened again. This time two guards came in. One carried the table and the other the dishes.

Maria walked behind and dragged a basket of food. The men stared at him sneakily, and he felt ashamed. He was almost crying and his eyes were red with excitement.

"What if they know, if they have heard my moans, oh gods!" he tormented.

The men quickly left him and Maria and left. The woman took out some aromatic dishes from her basket. Ling smelled the chicken broth, which he had always adored, and immediately forgot his sorrows.

Maria also pulled out freshly baked scones, juice, a light salad, and dessert. She was not eager to communicate, apparently not sure if she would speak properly, so she smiled and nodded.

Gradually Ling got used to her care. He gratefully ate and drank, then thanked the kind woman and she took the food and dishes and left. This time she closed the doors and Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and fumbled for the pills. Swallowing one, he thought about the ointment but decided to use it when he went to shower again.

After meditating a little more, he fell asleep. They say that sleep is the best medicine. Two days later, by evening, several of the men who had accompanied their master across the border returned to the base.

There was a commotion, Ling looked out the window and one of them also looked at him, waving something like a piece of paper.

A letter!