Warning: graphic descriptions of bodily fluids. If it's not your cup of tea, no hard feelings :)
Killian awakens with a sudden jolt, his breath hitching and catching in his throat as the familiar discomfort of the two catheters tugs at him – one for urine and the other to manage his bowels. The sharp pain is relentless and gnawing, making it impossible for him to ignore. He attempts to shift his weight in bed, hoping that the movement will alleviate some of the pressure, but it only serves to exacerbate his agony.
"Ugh," he groans, sweat beading along his forehead. His eyes dart toward Emma, who still peacefully slumbers beside him, her tranquil expression a stark contrast to his own twisted visage. He recalls their fumbled attempts at intimacy the day before, a moment that should have been tender and loving, marred by the cruel reality of his paralysis.
As they made love, Killian's body experiences an involuntary bowel movement. The mortification that had swamped him was almost as unbearable as the physical discomfort. Now, lying in bed next to Emma, he can feel his anus spasming around the rectal tube, a relentless, burning sensation that threatens to consume him.
"Killian?" Emma's voice, thick with sleep, breaks through his haze of pain. Her eyes flutter open, and she immediately senses his distress. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, love," he forces the words, attempting to keep the anguish from his voice. He doesn't want to burden her with the gritty details of his suffering.
"Your face says otherwise," she says gently, propping herself up on one elbow. "Tell me what's going on."
"Emma, you don't need to," he begins, but she cuts him off.
"Killian, let me help you." Her gaze is unwavering, full of determination and compassion.
He sighs, resigning himself to the situation. "I need… a change," he says, mortification in his tone. "Down there, from yesterday. Can you please call Nathan and tell him to bring anti-spasm medication as well?" he adds, struggling through the discomfort.
"Alright," Emma says, her voice steady and reassuring, fully understanding him. "We'll take care of it. We're in this together, remember?"
Killian nods, "Thank you, Emma," he whispers, his voice cracking, his throat tight with gratitude.
"Always, Killian," she replies, offering him a small, warm smile.
He watches as she rises from the bed after kissing his cheek and pulls on a robe before exiting their room to find his nurse.
Nathan deems it futile to transfer Killian to his new wheelchair at the moment, choosing instead to tend to him while he remains in bed. Gently, Nathan helps Killian turn onto his left side, and despite his grunts of discomfort as the tubes shift within him, he perseveres. Killian's head is raised, and he's given a dose of anti-spasm medication, a tiny hope that it will quell the throbbing in his anus. After swallowing the pill, he returns his head to the pillow, bracing himself for Nathan fiddling with his rear. Nathan dons a pair of medical gloves, and Killian can feel his hand parting his asscheeks. The nurse lets out a soft hum, taking note of the redness surrounding Killian's hemorrhoids. He informs Killian that he'll be removing the soiled catheter, prompting Killian to clench the pillow beneath his head.
His nurse takes hold of his rectal tube and starts pulling it out, there is no way to do it fast as it would irritate his asshole even more. He goes with a moderate pace as it exits his hole. "Ah…ugh…ah," Killian grunts as his spasming anus is irritated by the moving tube. He breathes a sigh of relief when the tube is finally out, catching a faint whiff of the lingering smell of his used catheter.
Nathan deposits the catheter in a trash bag. He parts his asscheeks again and Killian feels his hole is wide open and still spasming. He fears what would happen if gas or stool decides to exit him now. The cool air doesn't alleviate the discomfort.
"I'm going to apply some hemorrhoid cream, alright mate? Hopefully, it'll help," Nathan informs him, and Killian can only nod, hoping for relief.
Nathan removes the cap from the cream tube and Killian hears him squirt some of it on his fingers. His asscheeks are parted again and he feels himself stiffen, preparing for the cool cream.
„Alright, here we go. I try to be as gentle as possible but it needs to be spread all over your hemorrhoids."
Killian nods.
Nathan's touch is firm yet gentle as he circles Killian's anus, spreading the cream over the reddened and puckered asshole. „Mmm..huagh," Killian lets out an inarticulate sound as the cream slightly burns his anus and the skin around it. He is still spasming and wide open and Nathan slips one of his fingertips inside and Killian jolts in surprise.
"Sorry, mate. You have some hemorrhoids inside as well." After ensuring the cream is applied evenly, Nathan leaves him to rest while it absorbs.
Fifteen minutes later Killian slightly feels better, the cream somewhat soothed his anus. . The spasms have calmed thanks to the pill. Unfortunately, this signals Nathan's return with the dreaded catheter.
The nurse slips back into the room and Killian hears the crinkling sound of a new catheter being opened. Nathan quickly assembles the tube and the collection bag. He brings the lubricant tube from the bathroom and Killian can hear the soft squelch as it's applied to Nathan's fingers.
"Please, just for today," Killian pleads.
Nathan places an apologetic and soothing hand on Killian's bare shoulder. „Sorry, mate. I have to insert it. As always, I try ti be as gentle as possible." his voice is caring. „But I make you a deal. The weather is beautiful today, and we can go for a light stroll in the newly renovated park nearby. Some fresh air and a calm atmosphere might do you good."
„What deal?" he manages.
„If you agree to go out, you can have a half-day pass on the catheter whenever you like."
„Deal," Killian says. without thinking.
"Deal," Killian agrees without hesitation.
The nurse parts his asscheeks for the fourth time this morning and his lubricated fingers start coating his anus, being attentive to spread it evenly and gently slip some inside as well to help the tube slip into his rectum more easily.
Killian swallows as Nathan places the end of the tube to his aching anus and with a decisive but careful motion he slips the catheter inside him. „Ugh…agh…Ehh," he grunts and moans as the tube stretches him and his back goes ramrod straight again as the catheter slips further inside him. His leg twitches a little as Nathan finally stops pushing the tube up.
„It's over, mate. You did good."
Killian moans slowly as the tube stretches his anus and hemorrhoids. He needs time to adjust slightly, but he knows no matter how much time passes, he can't do it fully. Nathan goes to face him on the other side of the bed and kneels before him. He reaches for his manhood to check if his bladder has let loose during the night. Nathan tells him that his condom catheter needs no changes right now and Killian at least sighs in relief at that.
His nurse, after a little while, helps him into his new, bulky wheelchair, the move to a sitting position is agony, as his catheters are pulling in him. Nathan finally positions him in his wheelchair, Killian is sitting there still naked. His nurse positions his legs on the leg rests, so they are a bit elevated and slightly spread to have his asscheeks part for his catheter and to also have access to the catheters should any of them needs changing. Nathan slightly reclines his chair to help Killian be even more comfortable, and his head falls back on the headrest. His position is slightly awkward to look at, not exactly natural for a wheelchair user, but this position is better than the normal. Nathan makes sure the catheters are secure before dressing him in a loose-fitting shirt and draping a blanket around his waist, given that pants are impossible with the medical equipment attached to him.
Killian places his hand on the electric wheelchair's joystick and moves toward the bedroom door. The slight jostling is painful on his catheters, and he grunts with each movement.
In the kitchen, just as he arrives, Emma suddenly appears. "Hey," she inquires with concern. "You okay? I heard you groaning..."
"Fine, love, just the morning routine," he responds with a hint of embarrassment, mustering a smile. Emma leans in and places a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Ready to head out?" Emma asks, offering support while Nathan ensures his wheelchair is secure, which means that the nurse straps him across the chest.
"Let's do it," Killian affirms, swallowing hard.
The trio ventures out to a public park, and Killian can feel the stares of passersby. Their gazes seem to bore into him, drawing attention to his bulky wheelchair and the visible catheters beneath the blanket. Especially since the rectal catheter causes him to have a slight erection, his tubed penis bulking slightly under the blanket. He gets multiple scandalized stares from elderly people and parents with children that amplify his humiliation. His cheeks flush with embarrassment, yet he strives to push aside the unwelcome attention and whispers, choosing instead to focus on the soothing warmth of the sun on his face and the comforting touch of Emma's hand as they stroll together.
His mortification deepens when he feels an uncomfortable pressure in his bowels, and an unexpected fart escapes through his rectal catheter, producing an odd sound that further draws attention. Killian's face turns beet red with embarrassment.
"Are you okay?" Emma inquires, her concern evident.
"Y-yeah," Killian stammers, feeling another wave of gas building up in his bowels.
Suddenly, Killian finds himself in the midst of a full-blown farting fit, unable to control the gassy eruptions, causing the catheter in his anus to shift painfully. To make matters worse, the pressure mounts, and suddenly diarrhea begins flooding through the tube and into the attached bag, causing him to stiffen in his seat as he struggles to suppress a pained groan. People around them grimace, and some even make snide remarks.
"Killian!" Emma exclaims, rushing to his side. Nathan joins her, creating a protective shield around Killian to shield him from the prying eyes of onlookers whose reactions range from pity to disgust.
"Let's get him home," Nathan says quietly, maintaining his professional demeanor.
Emma nods, gripping Killian's hand tightly as they make their way back. The ordeal, rife with embarrassment and physical discomfort, hangs heavily over him, like an unwanted shadow.
Once they return home, Emma assists Killian in navigating his unwieldy wheelchair through the doorway and into the bathroom, where Nathan will once again perform the delicate task of changing his catheter. His face remains flushed from the public humiliation they endured, and he avoids meeting Emma's compassionate eyes.
"Killian, look at me," Emma pleads softly, her gentle presence beside his wheelchair. He hesitates for a moment but ultimately raises his gaze to meet hers. "What happened today was difficult, but remember, we're here for you. You don't have to face this alone."
"Thank you, Emma," Killian murmurs, his voice trembling with emotion. "I just feel so... helpless."
"It's okay to feel that way," she reassures him, offering a comforting squeeze of his hand. "But always remember, we're in this together."
"Let's get this over with, Mate," Nathan intervenes, stepping into the bathroom as Emma slips out.
His nurse initiates the daunting process of changing his catheter, the ordeal a constant reminder of the challenges he faces.
"Let me prepare your medication and dinner," Nathan suggests, heading towards the kitchen. Emma offers Killian a reassuring smile before trailing after Nathan to provide assistance.
Seated in his wheelchair, Killian grapples with an overwhelming sense of helplessness. As Nathan returns with Killian's dinner tray, the reality of having to eat while reclined in his bulky wheelchair becomes painfully apparent. Due to the catheters and his ongoing discomfort, sitting upright is out of the question; he must remain partially reclined, his back ramrod straight in an attempt to minimize the agony from his hemorrhoids. This posture makes the simple act of eating a challenging task, one that requires assistance.
"Here we go," Nathan announces, reappearing with a tray filled with food and the necessary medication. Killian's stomach rumbles with anticipation, but as Nathan starts feeding him, he becomes acutely aware of the awkwardness of the situation. Each bite necessitates a careful balancing act between comfort and practicality, and Nathan's support serves as a constant reminder of his current dependence on others.
"Enjoying it?" Nathan inquires, arching an eyebrow after Killian manages a few bites.
"Y-yeah," Killian replies, attempting to convey more confidence than he truly feels. "Thanks, mate."
"Anytime," Nathan responds with a tender smile, a glimmer of compassion in his eyes.
Once dinner is done, it's time for Killian's shower. Nathan wheels him into the bathroom. Nathan carefully transfers Killian into the shower chair, mindful of the catheters snaking from his body. Killian clenches his teeth as the water cascades down onto him, the sensation both soothing and irritating as it washes over his sensitive areas.
"Alright, let's get you cleaned up," Nathan states, skillfully adjusting the water temperature before activating the showerhead.
As the warm water cascades over Killian's body, Nathan carefully washes him, his hands, gloved and efficient, glide over his shoulders and chest, suds trailing in their wake. Nathan's hands dip lower, brushing over his abdomen and hips. Killian suppresses a groan as his fingers slide between his legs, grasping his penis to retract the condom catheter. It burns like hell coming out and he whimpered despite himself. The skin on his penis where the condom-like sheath covers him is sensitive as his nurse soaps him and rinses him. Even more embarrassing the fact that he is producing a half-erect state due to his rectal catheter pressing on his prostate.
"Sorry, it's just- I can't control it," Killian stammers, mortified by the situation.
"Hey, it's okay," Nathan reassures him, maintaining a sense of professionalism. "This happens sometimes; it's only natural."
Nathan then shifts to Killian's side and kneels down, reaching under him. He meticulously cleans around Killian's rectal catheter, ensuring no additional discomfort is inflicted. Despite Nathan's utmost care, a grunt escapes Killian as his nurse's gloved fingers brush over his sensitive hemorrhoids.
"I know, I'm sorry," Nathan murmurs. "Almost done," he announced, rinsing away the last traces of soap. Nathan then assists Killian out of the shower and proceeds to dry him off while checking the security of his catheters.
As Killian lies in bed, his thoughts continue to swirl around the day's humiliations. The darkness of the room seems to amplify the discomfort caused by the catheters and the incessant gurgling of his bowels. He clenches his jaw, fists tightening at his sides as another fart slips out, making a muffled sound against the bedsheets. The catheters tug uncomfortably, a constant reminder of his current state.
"Hey," Emma whispers, slipping into the room and carefully climbing into bed beside him, careful not to jostle his catheters or the blankets covering his lower half. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, love," he lied, careful not to betray how much the catheters truly bother him. He shifts slightly, trying to find a position that eases the pressure on his bowels, but it seems impossible.
Emma reaches out to stroke his cheek gently, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can only imagine how difficult this is for you, Killian. But remember, you're not alone. Nathan and I are here to help you. Anything I can do?" Emma asks, her voice full of concern as she leans in closer, her warm breath tickling his neck.
"Unless you can magically remove these damned tubes, I'm afraid not." Killian laments, his voice laced with frustration.
Killian sighs, his body tensing as another fart escapes him. It is humiliating, but Emma doesn't flinch or look away. Instead, she rubs her hand soothingly on his arm, reassuring him silently.
"Here, let me try something," Emma says gently, sliding her hand under the covers and cautiously massaging his abdomen, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort from the gas bloating his insides.
"Be careful," Killian warned, wincing as he felt a particularly sharp twinge in his gut. "One wrong move, and it'll be a disaster."
"Trust me," Emma reassured him, her fingers skillfully working over his tense muscles, trying to ease the pressure building within him.
As she massages him, Killian allows himself to focus on her touch, attempting to block out the pain radiating from his catheters and the embarrassing gurgling noises emanating from his bowels. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the rhythm of Emma's breathing and the faint scent of lavender from her shampoo.
"Is that helping at all?" Emma asks, her voice soft and tentative.
"A little," Killian admits, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Thank you."
"Of course," she replies, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "I'll always be here for you, Killian. No matter what."
As the night wears on, Emma continues to comfort him, her presence providing a balm for the physical and emotional pain he is experiencing. Slowly, Killian allows himself to relax into her embrace, finding solace in the knowledge that he is not alone in this journey.