A Hospital Emergency
Posted: 04 Mar 2025, 12:36
When Liam Smith awoke, everything hurt.
Every single bone in his entire body seemed to be broken, his whole back ached, his ribs felt tender.
But worst was his head, it felt like it was going to explode.
With a groan he wasn’t able to suppress, he tried to sit up while he forced his eyes open.
It came over him like a shock when he caught sight of a room with white walls, two beds to the left and right and his own white bed sheets.
At first he thought he was dead, then he realised that he was in a hospital.
Just then he also realised two further things: A male nurse stood next to his bed and his bladder was alarmingly full.
The nurse was young, probably somewhere in his early thirties.
He was tall and slender with frizzy black hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed trustworthy.
He smiled.
“Good to have you back, Mr Smith”, he said. “I’m Tom Miller. You’re in hospital. You’ve had an accident with your motorbike, do you remember?”
Still bewildered, Liam nodded, which was clearly a mistake as it sent a sting of pain through his head.
“I know. Ghost driver, probably not used to driving on the left side of the road”, he muttered.
Tom shrugged.
“I don’t know about that. A doctor will come and check on you soon and will explain your further treatment. Do you need anything? A glass of water, more painkillers?”
“Yes, that would be good.”
Just then, the sensation of his fairly full bladder hit him again and Liam instinctively clenched his sphincter.
Of course he could’ve told Tom that he needed the toilet but if he was honest, he was much too tired to even think about going to the bathroom.
Tom fetched him a glass of water and painkillers.
“Alright. Then I’ll let you get some rest. The doctor will be here in about thirty minutes, I guess but I’ll also check on you later again.”
With that he left the room, Liam closed his eyes and managed to fall asleep, despite his protesting bladder.
“Mr Smith?”
With a start, Liam awoke again.
Now, he felt his bladder pressing most uncomfortably.
An elderly man in a scrub stood in front of the bed.
“I am Dr Wilson. How are you feeling?”
“Well, quite alright”, Liam answered, his focus shifting back to his full bladder.
“Good to hear. Then I’m going to explain your injuries and further treatment.”
While he talked on and on about a concussion, broken ribs, a broken ankle and so on and so forth, Liam had started to fidget slightly.
He really needed to pee now but didn’t want to cut the doctor off mid-sentence.
Under the cover of the blanket, he edged a hand between his legs to give himself rhythmical squeezes.
That helped a bit to calm the urge.
When Dr Wilson finally ceased talking, Liam prepared himself to say what he needed but just when he wanted to say it, the doctor continued: “Well, and therefore we need to do an x-ray and an ultrasound, Mr Smith.”
“Now?”, Liam enquired.
“Yes, immediately. It’s important to double check if everything’s alright. We wouldn’t want any complications.”
“But I…”, Liam began but just then, Tom re-entered the room with a wheelchair.
“Then let’s get you to the x-ray, shall we?”, he said.
Before Liam could explain that his bladder was near bursting, Tom already helped him into the wheelchair.
In the corridor, Liam tried it again: "Actually, I really…”
But Tom cut him off, turning to Wilson, asking something about a medication.
Liam didn’t listen, he had to concentrate on holding back his piss.
He shoved a hand into the pockets of his sweatpants and subtly pinched his dick.
He just hoped he would be able to make it through the examinations without having an accident.
“Here we are”, Tom announced and wheeled him into a small room.
“We just need an x-ray of your broken ankle and ribs to check how bad it is or if we overlooked something on first sight”, Dr Wilson explained, while he and Tom heaved Liam onto an examination table.
Liam groaned quietly because the movements caused him to leak some drops of urine and he couldn’t do anything to clamp them off.
“Are you in pain?”, Wilson enquired.
“No”, Tom said quickly.
He knew it was stupid that he didn’t just say he needed the loo but now that they already were in the x-ray room, he didn’t want to interrupt the proceedings.
Wilson and Tom prepared everything, then Wilson said: “Please lie as still as you can. Don’t move.”
Then they left the room to keep themselves away from the x-ray radiation.
Liam gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, feeling a sudden, stabbing pain in his bladder.
He wasn’t sure if he had leaked more urine and desperately wanted to look or give his pants a feel down but he knew he couldn’t move.
If he did, they’d have to redo the whole procedure and it would be even longer until he could finally pee.
After what felt like an eternity, Wilson came back in to reposition the x-ray in order to get a view of Liam’s ribs.
“How long until this is finished?”, Liam wanted to know.
“Only a matter of a few minutes”, the doctor told him and went outside again.
Suddenly, another sharp stabbing caused Liam to exhale explosively and ram a hand into his crotch forcefully.
“Damn”, he mumbled.
Just then, Tom and Wilson re-entered the room.
Wilson checked the results.
“You moved”, he stated. “The picture is useless this way. We’ll have to do it again. Please keep still, Mr Smith.”
Only seconds later, Tom laid as motionless as he could squinting his eyes shut, biting his lower lip.
He could feel how more drops of urine sneaked out of his bladder and dampened his underwear.
How much could he actually leak before it would be visible?
Before he knew it, he was back in the wheelchair, being brought to the ultrasound room.
He pressed his legs shut, kneading his dick through both of his trouser pockets.
“Actually, I really need…”, he tried again but this time, Tom also managed to cut him off by opening a door an announcing: “Here we are.”
Again, Liam was heaved onto an examination table, his sphincter gave up for a second and he lost a long spurt of piss.
He could feel its warmth and started to panic.
Maybe he should just try yelling out that he needed the toilet, maybe then Tom would understand that he was trying to say something urgent.
Dr Wilson applied some ultrasound gel on the device, asked Liam to pull up his shirt and then touched his rib area with it.
Liam flinched because of the sudden coldness.
“Sorry, I should have warned you”, Wilson apologised but Liam hardly paid attention to the words.
His flinching had caused another lengthy spurt of piss to gush out of him.
His abdomen felt unnaturally swollen and tense and he was sure that the doctor would notice it too.
His fear came true when Wilson moved the ultrasound device lower and said surprised: “Your bladder seems to be very full, Mr Smith. Have you urinated since you’re here?”
“No, but I urgently need to”, Liam gasped, sitting up with a start.
It caused a sudden pain in his ribs and he gasped.
He didn’t care that Wilson or Tom were present, he shoved both hands into his crotch, pinching the tip of his dick shut, releasing the grip and tightening it again.
“I see”, Wilson said in an earnest voice. “But I still have to complete the ultrasound.”
“I can’t… can’t hold it”, Liam said and blushed.
Damn, he was an adult man, how could he say he couldn’t hold his pee?
But he knew that he was serious, he indeed couldn’t hold it.
“I understand the urgency but it won’t be long. Give me two minutes and then you can use the toilet”, Wilson promised.
“No, I can’t! I’m going to wet myself!”, Liam blurted out, panicking.
“Mr Smith, you’ll have to lie down. Otherwise I can’t finish the ultrasound and it will all take longer”, Wilson told him.
“But I can’t wait any longer! I’m gonna wet myself, I’m deadly serious!”
Tom intervened.
“Just lie down for a moment, it’ll be over in no time”, he tried to calm Liam down.
Liam took a shuddering breath and did as instructed.
Carefully, he laid back down and allowed Dr Wilson to continue the ultrasound, all the while clenching his sphincter and nervously clenching his hands to fists and opening them again.
“Done. You can take Mr Smith back to his room now, Tom”, Wilson said.
“Please hurry”, Liam pleaded while they helped him back into the wheelchair.
Tom wheeled him out of the room and down the corridor and although he was going faster than before, Liam couldn’t shake the feeling that Tom could have gone even faster.
When they entered Liam’s room, Liam expected Tom to wheel him straight into the small bathroom at the front of the room, but instead, he pushed the wheelchair back to the bed.
“What are you doing?”, Liam asked breathlessly, doubling over, holding onto his penis for dear life.
“I’ll get a urinal for you”, Tom said.
“What?”
“You know, these plastic bottles to pee in.”
“Why? The bathroom’s just over there.”
Liam could feel trickles of sweat running down his back due to the effort of holding his pee back.
He had started to shake uncontrollably and was unable to let go of his dick, he had to grip tighter every few seconds because his bladder made several attempts to release the whole torrent of piss.
“It’ll just be more comfortable for you than having to get up with your broken ankle in order to use the toilet. I’ll be right back, I’ll hurry”, Tom promised and vanished.
Close to insanity, Liam reached a hand into his briefs and massaged his aching cock furiously, pressing down, kneading it, clamping the tip of it shut.
He did everything that would buy him a few seconds.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Tom was doing this on purpose.
But why would he?
Liam shook his head, probably he was going crazy with the need to pee.
He shot glances at the door, willing it to reopen and reveal Tom with the rescuing pee bottle.
But nothing happened.
It felt like he was sitting there in his wheelchair helplessly for hours but probably it had only been two minutes or so.
It didn’t matter, he couldn’t do it.
“I’m gonna wet myself, I’m gonna wet myself”, Liam muttered to himself.
There was just one thing he could do to avoid wetting himself: He had to try and reach the bathroom by himself.
Liam wanted to move the wheelchair but in order to do so he would have needed both hands and he felt that if he was going to let go of his dick for a second, the battle would be lost.
So he did what was probably stupid: Slowly, he rose up, careful to not put any weight on his broken ankle.
With one hand, he was supporting himself at the wall, with the other, he still clamped his penis shut although he felt dribbles and spurts coming through.
He hobbled on, practically jumping on his not injured foot because he knew that putting weight on the other would hurt, despite the painkillers.
He’d just managed to hobble three steps, when the inevitable happened.
Another sharp stabbing in his lower abdomen caused him to sink down onto his knees, one hand still at the wall, the other buried in his crotch.
“No, no, no, no”, Liam mumbled under his breath, hectically squeezing himself.
A long spurt gushed out of him, then after a second another and a third.
“I’m back!” That were the words Tom had intended to say but as soon as he opened the door to Liam Smith’s room, the words got stuck in his throat.
The young man was no longer sitting in the wheelchair; instead he knelt on the floor, his head bowed down, a hand gripping his penis through his trousers.
“Shit, I’m wetting myself.”
Liam clearly spoke to himself, he hadn’t noticed that Tom was standing in the doorframe but Tom could hear exactly what the lad was saying.
And surprisingly, these simple words went right through him, they struck like lightning and sent his heart racing.
His eyes fixated on the lad’s light grey sweatpants, and really: In the crotch area, a small wet patch grew, getting bigger with every passing second.
Tom knew he was silly, standing there like an idiot, watching a patient wetting himself rather than hurrying towards him to help him before he fully saturated his trousers.
But he simply couldn’t move, he felt glued to the spot.
All he could do was stand and watch.
The wet patch grew bigger, pee started to pour out of Liam’s crotch, soaking his pants down to his knees.
Several times he seemed to be able to pinch off the flow because there were a few seconds where nothing seemed to happen.
But suddenly, Liam groaned and a shudder ran through his whole body.
Then, a forceful, hissing jet started to gush right through his trousers, saturating the fabric and splattering on the floor, pooling around his feet and knees.
Tom saw that piss was streaming all over Liam’s socks - they were also grey but a darker shade than his sweatpants.
In an instant, they became completely soaked with piss, darkening until they looked almost black.
A few times, Liam made an effort to clamp the flow off but he just couldn’t keep his urine inside him any longer, it just poured out of him in a thick stream.
Only seconds after he started pissing full force, he was kneeling in a puddle of fresh, yellowish urine, spreading all around him.
When he was sure that Liam had finished emptying his bladder, Tom stepped nearer.
Liam raised his head.
“Sorry, I really didn't mean to do… this.”
He made an uncertain movement with his hand, then shrugged, lacking further words.
Tom cleared his throat.
He didn’t trust his voice yet.
What he had witnessed was incredible and its effect on him was even more incredible.
A young man in his twenties wetting himself, so what?
Tom didn’t understand it himself but had no real time to think about it now.
“Oh, it’s okay”, he assured.
“But the floor…”
Liam looked down at the huge puddle he had left.
Tom smelled the typical aroma of pee when he inhaled and it made his thoughts even foggier.
What on earth was going on with him?
He shook his head to be able to think straight again.
“It’s no problem, really. I’m used to something like this. Come on, sit down here for a moment. I’ll clean the floor now, otherwise it’ll reek of urine and that wouldn’t be pleasant for you, would it.”
He kept talking without even thinking, helping Liam to his feet, sitting him down on a plastic visitor chair at the opposite wall.
Tom was glad that he had an excuse to keep busy for a few minutes, wiping and disinfecting the floor.
All the time he was all too aware of Liam sitting right behind him.
Liam, who had pissed himself so spectacularly.
Liam, who had needed to relieve himself so badly that he had been unable to hold it.
Liam, who had said out aloud that he was wetting himself and who’d really done it then.
Tom was glad that he was working with his back turned to Liam, otherwise the latter would have been able to see Tom’s red face.
What the hell is wrong with me?, Tom scolded himself.
He’d worked as a nurse for five years now.
He’d seen many wet beds or trousers, had helped various people to clean themselves, had accompanied people to the bathroom, helped them to use the toilet if they couldn’t do it themselves.
Had seen people peeing in bedpans or urinals when he couldn’t leave the room to give them privacy due to medical reasons.
And yet, nothing of this had ever awoken special emotions.
It was a part of his job, nothing more, nothing less.
But it had been different from the start with Liam.
From the moment when he’d said he needed the toilet urgently, Tom had been imagining various scenarios.
He’d wanted to see Liam peeing.
He’d pushed the wheelchair much slower than he could have, he was honest about that.
Of course he could have helped Liam using the toilet.
He had avoided doing that on purpose.
And yes, he had taken his sweet time fetching the urinal.
He had pitied the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see Liam peeing a gushing flood into the urinal.
Under no circumstances could Tom have stayed in the room while Liam relieved himself.
There was no medical condition or risk that justified that and just doing so appeared much too intrusive to Tom.
That wouldn’t have been fair.
But the fact that Liam had gotten up and tried to reach the bathroom despite his broken ankle showed the urgency of his need.
That was what impressed Tom.
And of course the wetting…
Never had he even thought about the possibility that Liam could need to go so badly that he wouldn’t be able to wait, that he would fully soak himself like he had just done.
Tom straightened up abruptly.
There was just one thing left to do and under normal circumstances that would have been no problem.
But today he felt very uneasy about it.
“You need to get out of those wet clothes. I’ll help you take a shower”, he said.
Liam’s eyes widened.
“Oh, I’m sure I can do it on my own”, he answered.
“Yes. But you can’t get up with your broken ankle. You’ll have to use a shower chair.”
“A what?”
Liam was confused, he’d never had to stay in a hospital before so he didn’t know what Tom was talking about.
“It’s some kind of wheelchair but made out of plastic with no fabric. We use it for patients who can’t or shouldn’t get up so they can still take a shower”, Tom explained.
Great, Liam thought. I’m treated like an old man who can’t even take a shower by himself.
But he didn’t protest when Tom returned with said chair, helped him sit down onto it and brought him to the bathroom.
Since no one yet knew that Liam was in hospital, he had no spare clothes, shower gel or towels.
When he told Tom, the latter waved it off.
“Don’t worry about it. For now we can provide a hospital gown for you and it will surely be possible to find a towel and some shower gel to use. Just a moment.”
While he waited for Tom to return, Liam gingerly touched the crotch of his sweatpants.
He winced when he felt how wet they were.
For some reason he’d hoped they might have dried at least a bit in the past five minutes but of course they hadn’t.
It felt humiliating, sitting here in fully soaked trousers which revealed his accidents so openly.
Although that was a stupid thought because there was no one present to see him.
Well, apart from Tom but somehow Liam didn’t mind that the nurse saw him pissing himself.
Under different circumstances he would have been utterly embarrassed but now he put up with it just fine.
Liam looked down and saw that his socks were in a similar state, saturated and sagging.
Suddenly, Tom was back.
“All set. Now let’s get you cleaned up”, he said and helped Liam to take his sweatpants, briefs and socks off.
It was strange, with every other person, Liam would have been so embarrassed, sitting naked in front of them.
But with Tom, it just felt a bit unusual but not uncomfortable.
Tom rinsed his crotch, legs and feet off with warm water without touching him, then he handed Liam the shower gel to apply it himself.
Tom still felt a bit uneasy.
He was gay, he knew this for many years now.
It had never been a thing in his job so far before, though.
He’d helped countless men showering, undressing, and dressing.
It had never been anything special.
But with Liam…
Tom’s thoughts wandered back to the moment he’d seen Liam kneeling on the floor.
When he heard him saying he was wetting himself.
Tom swallowed, seeing the urine gushing out of Liam’s crotch and spreading everywhere.
The details had burned into his mind, he just couldn’t forget, as much as he tried to.
And in addition, seeing Liam naked now, knowing that his wet clothes laid in the corner of the bathroom and that he would be the one who was going to stuff them into a plastic bag later felt incredibly - good.
There was no other word he could think of to describe this feeling.
It was just simply good.
He couldn’t understand why the thought about that young desperate lad peeing himself excited him so much.
He’d never felt anything like that before.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
Liam’s voice snatched him from his thoughts.
“What?”
Tom looked at him, confused.
Liam grinned.
“Me pissing myself.”
Tom could feel his face blush and cursed himself for it.
Liam grinned even wider, his eyes sparkled.
“Got you”, he laughed.
“No, you’re misunderstanding. I didn’t…”, Tom tried to protest but when he looked Liam in the eye he knew he was defeated.
The lad had long discovered his sudden interest.
“Well, yeah. Kind of, at least”, he admitted, chewing on his lower lip undecidedly.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, is it”, Liam replied.
“I don’t know. You tell me. You were the cause for… well…”
Tom felt incredibly awkward.
He was somehow glad that Liam had discovered what was the matter but at the same time he wanted to run.
Liam laughed. “Yeah, I had noticed. Well, just don’t feel embarrassed about it, okay? I have a mate who gets turned on by this as well. So I'm used to someone staring at me as soon as I say I’m desperate for the toilet. Now, shouldn’t we finish the shower? I think I’m done.”
“Oh, right.”
Every single bone in his entire body seemed to be broken, his whole back ached, his ribs felt tender.
But worst was his head, it felt like it was going to explode.
With a groan he wasn’t able to suppress, he tried to sit up while he forced his eyes open.
It came over him like a shock when he caught sight of a room with white walls, two beds to the left and right and his own white bed sheets.
At first he thought he was dead, then he realised that he was in a hospital.
Just then he also realised two further things: A male nurse stood next to his bed and his bladder was alarmingly full.
The nurse was young, probably somewhere in his early thirties.
He was tall and slender with frizzy black hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed trustworthy.
He smiled.
“Good to have you back, Mr Smith”, he said. “I’m Tom Miller. You’re in hospital. You’ve had an accident with your motorbike, do you remember?”
Still bewildered, Liam nodded, which was clearly a mistake as it sent a sting of pain through his head.
“I know. Ghost driver, probably not used to driving on the left side of the road”, he muttered.
Tom shrugged.
“I don’t know about that. A doctor will come and check on you soon and will explain your further treatment. Do you need anything? A glass of water, more painkillers?”
“Yes, that would be good.”
Just then, the sensation of his fairly full bladder hit him again and Liam instinctively clenched his sphincter.
Of course he could’ve told Tom that he needed the toilet but if he was honest, he was much too tired to even think about going to the bathroom.
Tom fetched him a glass of water and painkillers.
“Alright. Then I’ll let you get some rest. The doctor will be here in about thirty minutes, I guess but I’ll also check on you later again.”
With that he left the room, Liam closed his eyes and managed to fall asleep, despite his protesting bladder.
“Mr Smith?”
With a start, Liam awoke again.
Now, he felt his bladder pressing most uncomfortably.
An elderly man in a scrub stood in front of the bed.
“I am Dr Wilson. How are you feeling?”
“Well, quite alright”, Liam answered, his focus shifting back to his full bladder.
“Good to hear. Then I’m going to explain your injuries and further treatment.”
While he talked on and on about a concussion, broken ribs, a broken ankle and so on and so forth, Liam had started to fidget slightly.
He really needed to pee now but didn’t want to cut the doctor off mid-sentence.
Under the cover of the blanket, he edged a hand between his legs to give himself rhythmical squeezes.
That helped a bit to calm the urge.
When Dr Wilson finally ceased talking, Liam prepared himself to say what he needed but just when he wanted to say it, the doctor continued: “Well, and therefore we need to do an x-ray and an ultrasound, Mr Smith.”
“Now?”, Liam enquired.
“Yes, immediately. It’s important to double check if everything’s alright. We wouldn’t want any complications.”
“But I…”, Liam began but just then, Tom re-entered the room with a wheelchair.
“Then let’s get you to the x-ray, shall we?”, he said.
Before Liam could explain that his bladder was near bursting, Tom already helped him into the wheelchair.
In the corridor, Liam tried it again: "Actually, I really…”
But Tom cut him off, turning to Wilson, asking something about a medication.
Liam didn’t listen, he had to concentrate on holding back his piss.
He shoved a hand into the pockets of his sweatpants and subtly pinched his dick.
He just hoped he would be able to make it through the examinations without having an accident.
“Here we are”, Tom announced and wheeled him into a small room.
“We just need an x-ray of your broken ankle and ribs to check how bad it is or if we overlooked something on first sight”, Dr Wilson explained, while he and Tom heaved Liam onto an examination table.
Liam groaned quietly because the movements caused him to leak some drops of urine and he couldn’t do anything to clamp them off.
“Are you in pain?”, Wilson enquired.
“No”, Tom said quickly.
He knew it was stupid that he didn’t just say he needed the loo but now that they already were in the x-ray room, he didn’t want to interrupt the proceedings.
Wilson and Tom prepared everything, then Wilson said: “Please lie as still as you can. Don’t move.”
Then they left the room to keep themselves away from the x-ray radiation.
Liam gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, feeling a sudden, stabbing pain in his bladder.
He wasn’t sure if he had leaked more urine and desperately wanted to look or give his pants a feel down but he knew he couldn’t move.
If he did, they’d have to redo the whole procedure and it would be even longer until he could finally pee.
After what felt like an eternity, Wilson came back in to reposition the x-ray in order to get a view of Liam’s ribs.
“How long until this is finished?”, Liam wanted to know.
“Only a matter of a few minutes”, the doctor told him and went outside again.
Suddenly, another sharp stabbing caused Liam to exhale explosively and ram a hand into his crotch forcefully.
“Damn”, he mumbled.
Just then, Tom and Wilson re-entered the room.
Wilson checked the results.
“You moved”, he stated. “The picture is useless this way. We’ll have to do it again. Please keep still, Mr Smith.”
Only seconds later, Tom laid as motionless as he could squinting his eyes shut, biting his lower lip.
He could feel how more drops of urine sneaked out of his bladder and dampened his underwear.
How much could he actually leak before it would be visible?
Before he knew it, he was back in the wheelchair, being brought to the ultrasound room.
He pressed his legs shut, kneading his dick through both of his trouser pockets.
“Actually, I really need…”, he tried again but this time, Tom also managed to cut him off by opening a door an announcing: “Here we are.”
Again, Liam was heaved onto an examination table, his sphincter gave up for a second and he lost a long spurt of piss.
He could feel its warmth and started to panic.
Maybe he should just try yelling out that he needed the toilet, maybe then Tom would understand that he was trying to say something urgent.
Dr Wilson applied some ultrasound gel on the device, asked Liam to pull up his shirt and then touched his rib area with it.
Liam flinched because of the sudden coldness.
“Sorry, I should have warned you”, Wilson apologised but Liam hardly paid attention to the words.
His flinching had caused another lengthy spurt of piss to gush out of him.
His abdomen felt unnaturally swollen and tense and he was sure that the doctor would notice it too.
His fear came true when Wilson moved the ultrasound device lower and said surprised: “Your bladder seems to be very full, Mr Smith. Have you urinated since you’re here?”
“No, but I urgently need to”, Liam gasped, sitting up with a start.
It caused a sudden pain in his ribs and he gasped.
He didn’t care that Wilson or Tom were present, he shoved both hands into his crotch, pinching the tip of his dick shut, releasing the grip and tightening it again.
“I see”, Wilson said in an earnest voice. “But I still have to complete the ultrasound.”
“I can’t… can’t hold it”, Liam said and blushed.
Damn, he was an adult man, how could he say he couldn’t hold his pee?
But he knew that he was serious, he indeed couldn’t hold it.
“I understand the urgency but it won’t be long. Give me two minutes and then you can use the toilet”, Wilson promised.
“No, I can’t! I’m going to wet myself!”, Liam blurted out, panicking.
“Mr Smith, you’ll have to lie down. Otherwise I can’t finish the ultrasound and it will all take longer”, Wilson told him.
“But I can’t wait any longer! I’m gonna wet myself, I’m deadly serious!”
Tom intervened.
“Just lie down for a moment, it’ll be over in no time”, he tried to calm Liam down.
Liam took a shuddering breath and did as instructed.
Carefully, he laid back down and allowed Dr Wilson to continue the ultrasound, all the while clenching his sphincter and nervously clenching his hands to fists and opening them again.
“Done. You can take Mr Smith back to his room now, Tom”, Wilson said.
“Please hurry”, Liam pleaded while they helped him back into the wheelchair.
Tom wheeled him out of the room and down the corridor and although he was going faster than before, Liam couldn’t shake the feeling that Tom could have gone even faster.
When they entered Liam’s room, Liam expected Tom to wheel him straight into the small bathroom at the front of the room, but instead, he pushed the wheelchair back to the bed.
“What are you doing?”, Liam asked breathlessly, doubling over, holding onto his penis for dear life.
“I’ll get a urinal for you”, Tom said.
“What?”
“You know, these plastic bottles to pee in.”
“Why? The bathroom’s just over there.”
Liam could feel trickles of sweat running down his back due to the effort of holding his pee back.
He had started to shake uncontrollably and was unable to let go of his dick, he had to grip tighter every few seconds because his bladder made several attempts to release the whole torrent of piss.
“It’ll just be more comfortable for you than having to get up with your broken ankle in order to use the toilet. I’ll be right back, I’ll hurry”, Tom promised and vanished.
Close to insanity, Liam reached a hand into his briefs and massaged his aching cock furiously, pressing down, kneading it, clamping the tip of it shut.
He did everything that would buy him a few seconds.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Tom was doing this on purpose.
But why would he?
Liam shook his head, probably he was going crazy with the need to pee.
He shot glances at the door, willing it to reopen and reveal Tom with the rescuing pee bottle.
But nothing happened.
It felt like he was sitting there in his wheelchair helplessly for hours but probably it had only been two minutes or so.
It didn’t matter, he couldn’t do it.
“I’m gonna wet myself, I’m gonna wet myself”, Liam muttered to himself.
There was just one thing he could do to avoid wetting himself: He had to try and reach the bathroom by himself.
Liam wanted to move the wheelchair but in order to do so he would have needed both hands and he felt that if he was going to let go of his dick for a second, the battle would be lost.
So he did what was probably stupid: Slowly, he rose up, careful to not put any weight on his broken ankle.
With one hand, he was supporting himself at the wall, with the other, he still clamped his penis shut although he felt dribbles and spurts coming through.
He hobbled on, practically jumping on his not injured foot because he knew that putting weight on the other would hurt, despite the painkillers.
He’d just managed to hobble three steps, when the inevitable happened.
Another sharp stabbing in his lower abdomen caused him to sink down onto his knees, one hand still at the wall, the other buried in his crotch.
“No, no, no, no”, Liam mumbled under his breath, hectically squeezing himself.
A long spurt gushed out of him, then after a second another and a third.
“I’m back!” That were the words Tom had intended to say but as soon as he opened the door to Liam Smith’s room, the words got stuck in his throat.
The young man was no longer sitting in the wheelchair; instead he knelt on the floor, his head bowed down, a hand gripping his penis through his trousers.
“Shit, I’m wetting myself.”
Liam clearly spoke to himself, he hadn’t noticed that Tom was standing in the doorframe but Tom could hear exactly what the lad was saying.
And surprisingly, these simple words went right through him, they struck like lightning and sent his heart racing.
His eyes fixated on the lad’s light grey sweatpants, and really: In the crotch area, a small wet patch grew, getting bigger with every passing second.
Tom knew he was silly, standing there like an idiot, watching a patient wetting himself rather than hurrying towards him to help him before he fully saturated his trousers.
But he simply couldn’t move, he felt glued to the spot.
All he could do was stand and watch.
The wet patch grew bigger, pee started to pour out of Liam’s crotch, soaking his pants down to his knees.
Several times he seemed to be able to pinch off the flow because there were a few seconds where nothing seemed to happen.
But suddenly, Liam groaned and a shudder ran through his whole body.
Then, a forceful, hissing jet started to gush right through his trousers, saturating the fabric and splattering on the floor, pooling around his feet and knees.
Tom saw that piss was streaming all over Liam’s socks - they were also grey but a darker shade than his sweatpants.
In an instant, they became completely soaked with piss, darkening until they looked almost black.
A few times, Liam made an effort to clamp the flow off but he just couldn’t keep his urine inside him any longer, it just poured out of him in a thick stream.
Only seconds after he started pissing full force, he was kneeling in a puddle of fresh, yellowish urine, spreading all around him.
When he was sure that Liam had finished emptying his bladder, Tom stepped nearer.
Liam raised his head.
“Sorry, I really didn't mean to do… this.”
He made an uncertain movement with his hand, then shrugged, lacking further words.
Tom cleared his throat.
He didn’t trust his voice yet.
What he had witnessed was incredible and its effect on him was even more incredible.
A young man in his twenties wetting himself, so what?
Tom didn’t understand it himself but had no real time to think about it now.
“Oh, it’s okay”, he assured.
“But the floor…”
Liam looked down at the huge puddle he had left.
Tom smelled the typical aroma of pee when he inhaled and it made his thoughts even foggier.
What on earth was going on with him?
He shook his head to be able to think straight again.
“It’s no problem, really. I’m used to something like this. Come on, sit down here for a moment. I’ll clean the floor now, otherwise it’ll reek of urine and that wouldn’t be pleasant for you, would it.”
He kept talking without even thinking, helping Liam to his feet, sitting him down on a plastic visitor chair at the opposite wall.
Tom was glad that he had an excuse to keep busy for a few minutes, wiping and disinfecting the floor.
All the time he was all too aware of Liam sitting right behind him.
Liam, who had pissed himself so spectacularly.
Liam, who had needed to relieve himself so badly that he had been unable to hold it.
Liam, who had said out aloud that he was wetting himself and who’d really done it then.
Tom was glad that he was working with his back turned to Liam, otherwise the latter would have been able to see Tom’s red face.
What the hell is wrong with me?, Tom scolded himself.
He’d worked as a nurse for five years now.
He’d seen many wet beds or trousers, had helped various people to clean themselves, had accompanied people to the bathroom, helped them to use the toilet if they couldn’t do it themselves.
Had seen people peeing in bedpans or urinals when he couldn’t leave the room to give them privacy due to medical reasons.
And yet, nothing of this had ever awoken special emotions.
It was a part of his job, nothing more, nothing less.
But it had been different from the start with Liam.
From the moment when he’d said he needed the toilet urgently, Tom had been imagining various scenarios.
He’d wanted to see Liam peeing.
He’d pushed the wheelchair much slower than he could have, he was honest about that.
Of course he could have helped Liam using the toilet.
He had avoided doing that on purpose.
And yes, he had taken his sweet time fetching the urinal.
He had pitied the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see Liam peeing a gushing flood into the urinal.
Under no circumstances could Tom have stayed in the room while Liam relieved himself.
There was no medical condition or risk that justified that and just doing so appeared much too intrusive to Tom.
That wouldn’t have been fair.
But the fact that Liam had gotten up and tried to reach the bathroom despite his broken ankle showed the urgency of his need.
That was what impressed Tom.
And of course the wetting…
Never had he even thought about the possibility that Liam could need to go so badly that he wouldn’t be able to wait, that he would fully soak himself like he had just done.
Tom straightened up abruptly.
There was just one thing left to do and under normal circumstances that would have been no problem.
But today he felt very uneasy about it.
“You need to get out of those wet clothes. I’ll help you take a shower”, he said.
Liam’s eyes widened.
“Oh, I’m sure I can do it on my own”, he answered.
“Yes. But you can’t get up with your broken ankle. You’ll have to use a shower chair.”
“A what?”
Liam was confused, he’d never had to stay in a hospital before so he didn’t know what Tom was talking about.
“It’s some kind of wheelchair but made out of plastic with no fabric. We use it for patients who can’t or shouldn’t get up so they can still take a shower”, Tom explained.
Great, Liam thought. I’m treated like an old man who can’t even take a shower by himself.
But he didn’t protest when Tom returned with said chair, helped him sit down onto it and brought him to the bathroom.
Since no one yet knew that Liam was in hospital, he had no spare clothes, shower gel or towels.
When he told Tom, the latter waved it off.
“Don’t worry about it. For now we can provide a hospital gown for you and it will surely be possible to find a towel and some shower gel to use. Just a moment.”
While he waited for Tom to return, Liam gingerly touched the crotch of his sweatpants.
He winced when he felt how wet they were.
For some reason he’d hoped they might have dried at least a bit in the past five minutes but of course they hadn’t.
It felt humiliating, sitting here in fully soaked trousers which revealed his accidents so openly.
Although that was a stupid thought because there was no one present to see him.
Well, apart from Tom but somehow Liam didn’t mind that the nurse saw him pissing himself.
Under different circumstances he would have been utterly embarrassed but now he put up with it just fine.
Liam looked down and saw that his socks were in a similar state, saturated and sagging.
Suddenly, Tom was back.
“All set. Now let’s get you cleaned up”, he said and helped Liam to take his sweatpants, briefs and socks off.
It was strange, with every other person, Liam would have been so embarrassed, sitting naked in front of them.
But with Tom, it just felt a bit unusual but not uncomfortable.
Tom rinsed his crotch, legs and feet off with warm water without touching him, then he handed Liam the shower gel to apply it himself.
Tom still felt a bit uneasy.
He was gay, he knew this for many years now.
It had never been a thing in his job so far before, though.
He’d helped countless men showering, undressing, and dressing.
It had never been anything special.
But with Liam…
Tom’s thoughts wandered back to the moment he’d seen Liam kneeling on the floor.
When he heard him saying he was wetting himself.
Tom swallowed, seeing the urine gushing out of Liam’s crotch and spreading everywhere.
The details had burned into his mind, he just couldn’t forget, as much as he tried to.
And in addition, seeing Liam naked now, knowing that his wet clothes laid in the corner of the bathroom and that he would be the one who was going to stuff them into a plastic bag later felt incredibly - good.
There was no other word he could think of to describe this feeling.
It was just simply good.
He couldn’t understand why the thought about that young desperate lad peeing himself excited him so much.
He’d never felt anything like that before.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
Liam’s voice snatched him from his thoughts.
“What?”
Tom looked at him, confused.
Liam grinned.
“Me pissing myself.”
Tom could feel his face blush and cursed himself for it.
Liam grinned even wider, his eyes sparkled.
“Got you”, he laughed.
“No, you’re misunderstanding. I didn’t…”, Tom tried to protest but when he looked Liam in the eye he knew he was defeated.
The lad had long discovered his sudden interest.
“Well, yeah. Kind of, at least”, he admitted, chewing on his lower lip undecidedly.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, is it”, Liam replied.
“I don’t know. You tell me. You were the cause for… well…”
Tom felt incredibly awkward.
He was somehow glad that Liam had discovered what was the matter but at the same time he wanted to run.
Liam laughed. “Yeah, I had noticed. Well, just don’t feel embarrassed about it, okay? I have a mate who gets turned on by this as well. So I'm used to someone staring at me as soon as I say I’m desperate for the toilet. Now, shouldn’t we finish the shower? I think I’m done.”
“Oh, right.”
. I created the character of Tom this way because I’m sure that it does happen in real life that a person is turned on by a male peeing himself/experiencing pee desperation for the first time without ever feeling that way before. They can go for years and years without being excited by it and suddenly they discover that they quite like it. I guess it does happen that way sometimes because this fetish has to stem from something, doesn’t it? 
