~Subject: Hospital Stay (En, WS, DS, F/M) 1/2 ~From: uthur@aol.com (Uthur) * * * * * * * * I awoke in the hospital and found myself unable to move. A throbbing pain in my head and a general ache all over my body made my coming of consciousness a relatively miserable experience. The truck I had been driving had hit a mine and I had been thrown from the vehicle. I guess I was lucky to be alive, but I sure felt closer to death the more I came out of it. I started to gingerly explore my surroundings and found the nurses call button, which had been placed near my hand, and pushed the signal. As I continued to look around my surroundings I could see several I.V. bags hanging over my head as I lay flat on my back. I had a strange feeling in my penis that was really uncomfortable that was rapidly focusing my attention when the nurse walked in. She was an young, beautiful woman, about the age of 24, who stood about 5'5" and had a very well proportioned body. As she entered the room she welcomed back to the world of the living and went on to explain that the reason I couldn't move was that I had suffered a back injury and was in traction. I learned that her name was Sue and she would be one of the nurses caring for me during my recovery. She quickly reassured me that I would get better and that after a brief period of rehab, I would be up and walking around in no time. I had also received a nasty knock to the head, which was responsible for my loss of consciousness, but that too would quickly heal. I squirmed a bit when she asked if I was uncomfortable. Before I had a chance to fully answer she had pulled down the sheets and pulled up the hospital bed gown I was wearing to over my waist. She explained that they had inserted a catheter into me and she without hesitation took hold of penis and rearranged it so the tube was pulling so much. I blushed as she did this, but she only went about her business and gave me a silly little smile. Over the days I was feeling better and soon eating three meals a day although I was still locked into traction. I felt like I was a prisoner at times shackled to the bed and unable to move very far one way or the other. As the days passed, I began to have other disturbing feelings. While my appetite had returned, my bowels hadn't moved since I regained consciousness. After five days, I was feeling bloated and very uncomfortable. My lack of bowel movement was also noted by the nursing and medical staff. Normally, I saw Sue during the day. But on the evening of the fifth day, she came into my room about 7:30 pm. I was surprised to see her, but she explained that one of the other staff members had reported to sick call and that she would working the evening shift. As she glanced at my chart, she asked me if I had any luck at producing a bowel movement, to which I had to make a negative reply. She smiled at me and brushed her hand against my cheek saying that she would have me feeling better shortly. I had expected that I would be given a laxative or something, but I was not prepared for what followed. In a few minutes, Sue returned with a utility cart that was covered with a towel. She explained that in a very short period of time, she would have me "moving again" as she put it. While her demeanor was professional, I could tell that she was enjoying this as a small smile graced her lips. Her first step was to close the door of the room and place a "treatment in progress" sign on the door. As she walked back to the bed, she explained that this would keep anyone from wandering into the room and would keep me from being embarrassed. With that, she took the blankets and sheets and turned them down to the bottom of the bed. She unhooked my hospital gown and removed it from me, leaving me naked on the bed. Sue then picked up a bath towel and placed it over my chest, but left me exposed from the waist down. She then took an absorbent pad and slid it under my bottom. She explained that this would keep the bed the clean and that I didn't have to worry about making a mess. I felt like a prisoner, still tied in traction and basically unable to move, and I was embarrassed by my nakedness to this beautify female nurse. She sensed my embarrassment and caressed my head and reassuringly told me to relax and that everything would be alright. I began to worry though, when she started to put on a pair of latex gloves. She moved the towel back off of the corner of the cart and opened a tube of K-Y Jelly and put a large glob of goo on her right index finger. As she approached the bed, she explained that I should relax and that she was going give me a rectal examination. The thought of that made my stomach turn, and I closed my eyes. I felt her left hand lift my balls as she asked me to part my legs as much as I could. With the traction restraints, I could barely move, but I tried to comply with her directions. Then I felt her finger against my asshole and she swirled the K-Y Jelly against it's entrance. I began to squirm a bit, but stopped when told me to lay still. Slowly, her finger began to enter my ass as she worked the jelly inside of me. I was uncomfortable from the start, but tried to lay as still as possible. I felt her finger probing up into me, deeper and deeper. As I opened my eyes, I saw a small smile across her face and felt her grip of my balls tighten a bit. She then began to remove her finger a bit and then I felt her insert her middle finger into me as well. I wiggled a bit at the two finger invasion, but she told me to lay still as she was going to try to manually break up an fecal impaction that she felt. On and on I felt her fingers probing inside of me and then seemingly curling inside of ass, digging at my asshole. Soon the discomfort began to disappear and I began to focus my attention to other areas of my body. My cock was beginning to stir for the first time since my accident, but the presence of the catheter made even its slightest movement very distressing. Fortunately, Sue, soon stopped her actions and removed her fingers from my bottom. She explained that I had quite a solid fecal mass in my colon, and that was somewhat to be expected since I was non-ambulatory and receiving pain killers which could product the side effect of constipation. I was further told that she tried to break up the mass in my bottom and make it easier for me to go. Taking several small pillows, she gently place one under the top of my hips and put another one just below my butt. This lifted me slightly off the bed and allowed her to slide a bed pan under me. The movement tugged on my catheter and added to my discomfort, but Sue took my cock in her hand and rearranged it and the tubing. I cringed as she did this as I was now certain that she could notice the slight erection that had formed. After trying to shit for several minutes, Sue announced that this had not worked and that she was going to try something else. She slide the bed pan out from under me and put on another pair of gloves. I thought she was going to finger me some more, but soon saw her open a small white jar and approach the bed. I couldn't she what she removed from the jar, but she repositioned herself at the side of the bed and lifted my balls with her left hand again. She then explained that she was going to insert a suppository into me and see if that would loosen things up a bit. While I may feel uncomfortable, she instructed me to try to hold it in as long as I could. I then felt the tip of something cold press against my asshole as I felt the suppository and finger push into me. She was really pushing deep trying to get the suppository up high in my colon and I squirmed as she went about completing her actions. She withdrew her fingers, removed her gloves and then placed me back on the bedpan. I felt embarrassed and strange as she took another small towel and covered up cock and balls. Sue then moved a chair next to the head of the bed and began to make small talk. After about 10 minutes, she asked if I felt the need to go to which I replied, "No". She then put on another pair of gloves and announce that she would try one more suppository. I saw her reach into the white jar as lifted my balls and placed the suppository against my asshole. She warned me that she was going to try to place this one deep and that I should try to relax. I felt the cool suppository enter my bottom followed by her middle finger which pressed as deep as it could until her hand rested against the outside of my asshole. I jumped slightly at this onslaught, but she admonished me to lay still. Once again I felt my cock beginning to stir only to feel the burning sensation of the dry catheter being drawn deeper as my pecker increased. Sue repositioned the towel over my groin and resumed her spot at the top of my head. In a few minutes, I felt the pressure begin to grow in my bowels, and slight cramping started to develop. Sue read my feelings and began to stroke my head encouraging me to try to hold it in as long as I could. When I felt I could hold on no longer, she slide the bed pan under me and began to massage by stomach. After much pushing and straining, I was able to move one small turd into the pan. Sue took a handful of toilet paper and reached between my legs and cleaned me off. She then announced that there was only one final thing to do, but that would guarantee my relief, an enema. I cringed at the thought, and asked if she could try another suppository, but she turned down the thought instantly. I saw on the cart that she removed a stainless steel large enema can to which she attached a clear plastic hose from a sealed container. She then attached a clamp to the hose and clipped it shut with a snap. I then saw her retrieve two small packages of liquid from the drawer which she snipped open with a scissors and poured into the container. She then carried the container into the bathroom and heard the water running for quite a period of time before I could hear her filling the can. When she returned, I saw that the can was full and that I could see wisps of bubbles from the top. Sue then took the two empty soap packets and swished them in the water to relieve them of any remaining traces of soap. Seeing and hearing this preparation had made me very uncomfortable and more than a little nervous. Sue quickly senses this and took my hand a gave it a squeeze as she reassured me that everything would be alright. With that, she place the enema can on a stand over the bed, at an elevation of about 3 feet. She then put on a pair of latex gloves again and opened up a long package which contained what appeared to be a very large and thick catheter. Seeing this I began to squirm a bit, but Sue again reassured me that everything would be O.K. She removed the cloth from my groin and left me exposed from the waste down. Picking up the tube of K-Y Jelly again, she put a large glob of goo onto the middle finger of her right hand and approached the bed. Lifting my balls with her left hand, she thrust her finger into my asshole moving it around and lubricating it up. She then removed her finger and replaced the glove on her right hand with a clean one. I saw her connect the catheter like tube to the enema tubing and run a little water out into the waiting bed pan. She the took the tube of K-Y and place a glob of jelly on the tip tube, which she held with her right hand. As she lifted my balls with her left hand, she explained that I needed to relax and not to worry. I told her that I doubted that I could hold the entire contents of the can and worried about making a mess. Sue just smiled and explained that when I started to feel pressure, just to let her know and she would take care of the rest. With that, I felt the lubricated tube enter my asshole and press what felt to be deep into my butt. I saw her move her left hand up and open the clamp as her right hand was nestled between my legs tight up against my butt holding onto the tube that now was up my bottom. Instantly, I felt a rush of very warm water that made me jump a bit, but Sue quickly took her left hand and began to massage by stomach as the water flowed in. Quickly I began to feel cramps and started to squirm. Sue stopped the flow and continued to massage rather impressile. Over the days I was feeling better and soon eating three meals a day although I was still locked into traction. I felt like I was a prisoner at times shackled to the bed and unable to move very far one way or the other. As the days passed, I began to have other disturbing feelings. While my appetite had returned, my bowels hadn't moved since I regained consciousness. After five days, I was feeling bloated and very uncomfortable. My lack of bowel movement was also noted by the nursing and medical staff. Normally, I saw Sue during the day. But on the evening of the fifth day, she came into my room about 7:30 pm. I was surprised to see her, but she explained that one of the other staff members had reported to sick call and that she would working the evening shift. As she glancts and pulled uped at my chart, she asked me if I had any luck at producing a bowel movement, to which I had to make a negative reply. She smiled at me and brushed her hand against my cheek saying that she would have me feeling better shortly. I had expected that I would be given a laxative or something, but I was not prepared for what followed. In a few minutes, Sue returned with a utility cart that was covered with a towel. She explained that in a very short period of time, she would have me "moving again" as she put it. While her demeanor was professional, I could tell that she was enjoying this as a small smile graced her lips. Her first step was to close the door of the room and place a "treatment in progress" sign on the door. As she walked back to the bed, she explained that this would keep anyone from wandering into the room and would keep me from being embarrassed. With that, she took the blankets and sheets and turned them down to the bottom of the bed. She unhooked my hospital gown and rem