Nights were hard for Trevor. As he took to the evening, he found it arduous to sleep; back against the mattress and face up looking to the ceiling. Waves of swelling pain shot through one particular area around his body. Trevor's hand would softly and slowly creep towards his left buttock cheek- a large tender bulging bump planted itself there in the flesh. Trevor turned around to let his backside face the mirror. He just stared right into this yellowish, pinkish fist sized bump right on his plump butt cheek. It seemed to radiate even through the clear reflection of the mirror.

Trevor decided going to bed with a bare bum was for the best. Maybe the boil can breathe and heal this way? He thought. Lying on his stomach, Kim knocked on the door. "Come in!"

"Hey Trev, just wanted to say good night," He smiles and allows Kim to come closer and peck his cheek. She happens to run her hand over his bottom that's covered by the lining of the bed covers. A panicked Trevor, quickly turns over and flops into a face up position. He steadies his face, not allowing one slit of pain to trigger through his superficial mellowness. Kim kisses him again on his forehead this time before slowly tip toeing out of the bedroom. Once Trevor sees the door is fully closed and Kim's footsteps are no longer audible, he flops back over onto his stomach like a fish. "Gosh, why does it have to hurt so much?" He groaned to himself.

Trevor wakes to the morning glimmer of the sun peeking through his bedroom. The faint smells of waffles trickle into his nose for a moment. A chipper feeling arouses through him. It was the perfect scene to him: A sunny morning, a delicious smell of breakfast, and the warm sincere chatter of the women. Trevor swam out of his bed, grabbed a pair of cheeky underwear and his robe before marching downstairs. Clem and Maddie were at the table chatting away while munching through their breakfast, Grace and Kim were cooking and Abby had only arrived a little after he did. Laura came into the house a few minutes after- a basket of fruits and vegetables in her hand before she set them down on the counter. "It's nice and sunny out there- the fresh air is so refreshing." Trevor smiled, he loved Laura's poppy attitude- always so bright and full of sunshine. "Trevor, breakfast is ready, come sit with us," Abby chirped. Trevor walked gingerly over there, wincing internally at the fabric of his robe swaying over the bump. 

On some days, Trevor could feel the pus swish around inside the boil. Hearing the little waves as his bottom would jiggle and bounce back with each step he took. He tried popping it, but the boil seemed resilient to any pressure he placed on it. Trevor worried one day he could sit down and the boil would burst- secretly hoped it would to end the pain, but it didn't. He sat carefully against the cushion of the chair, eyeing anyone to see if they noticed his uptight cautiousness. But all eyes were on breakfast, just the way he hoped.

Breakfast finished, and the women went to their respective rooms to plan their day. Kim side eyed Trevor- swishing back and forth, a bulging bump heaving against the silk of his robe. Her eyebrow darted up in confusion, skiing towards Trevor to touch the hem of fabric from his lingerie. "Trev, I noticed something on your.... bottom." Trevor, straight-faced and clammy. Dampness began to heat his forehead, "It looks like a large bump....." Kim leaned in closer, "I know you're not wearing any underwear... it's a concern to what exactly is on your bottom, Trevor." Trevor licked his lips, "It's fine Kim, probably a pimple or something-"

"Lemme see," Trevor stared at Kim with fear shading his vision, "It's okay Trevie, but I need to see what's going on down there." Her voice, smooth and gentle, sent this warm patch of flush through Trevor's spine. He turned around and lifted his robe to reveal the big swollen bump. Kim's eyebrows furrowed, "An abscess," she said, aloud. A quiver got caught between Trevor's lungs. The wind swoosh of his trusted robe sent a prickling shiver through his skin. Kim turned to Trevor- squaring him in the eyes. "I'm going to have to drain it," her voice, sweet and gentle like honey. 

She maybe expected some apprehensive reaction from Trevor, but instead was met with a look of confusion. "Drain it?" Kim nodded. "I'll get Clem to help assist me." Kim spared Trevor the rash details of the procedure. She couldn't bare to scare him or worry him with immense anguish over a simple yet painful procedure.

Trevor was transported to the hospital. Grace had settled him into the vehicle- nestling him under a few pillows to coo his sensitive cheek. At the hospital, Trevor was given a thin gown with ties at the back. A blush spread across his face at seeing how skimpy his backside looked- how his plump buttocks showcased the bulging abscess that's stare prickled him. Clem popped into the exam room dressed in a revealing red nurse outfit. "Ready for the procedure Trev?" Trevor shrugged his shoulders. Clem noticed how edgy he looked sitting on the firm leather of the exam table even if there was a pillow underneath him.

"Lay this way," Clem lovingly positioned Trevor on his side until Kim came in and instructed for Trevor to be head down and bottom up. Seeing a shaking Trevor, Clem's heart ached. "Could he sit on my lap?" Kim took a steady glance to Clem's lap and to Trevor. She nodded, allowing Trevor sit firmly onto Clem's lap underneath a sanitary mat she had placed beforehand. Clem tucked Trevor's legs in with her own along with wrapping herself around him while he pressed his body close to Clem- shoving his face into her breasts.

Kim pulled back the spots of the gown, revealing Trevor's bottom. The sound of gloves made Trevor squirm. "I'm going to spray some cooling spray on the abscess now," Kim said. Grabbing a bottle of cool spray, she sprayed the abscess. "Now I'm going to rub it in a disinfectant. It looks orange because it's a surgical cleanser."

Trevor felt Kim paint his bottom cheek with the orange solvent- spraying more cold spray once she had finished. Kim couldn't stand what she had to do next. Taking a syringe, she would have inject lidocaine into the abscess head for full numbness. But it would be a painful sting for Trevor. "Trevor... I need you to hold very still for me," Kim softly said, "you're going to feel a little pinch."

The needle gently pierced into the abscess. Trevor shrieked, flaying his bottom from left to right as the medicine was being injected.

Clem's strong hands gripped Trevor's hips firmly, trying to hold him still as Trevor kicked and thrashed in agony. "AHHH! Oh god, it hurts!" Trevor screamed, his cry echoing off the sterile white walls of the operating room. His bottom jiggled and wobbled from the force of his struggles, but Clem held on tight.

"I know, baby, I know," Clem soothed, her voice strained. "Just hold on, it will be over soon. You're doing great."

Trevor's face contorted in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks. The needle burned like fire as it plunged deeper into the swollen, angry red abscess on his tender bottom cheek. Kim's gloved hands moved with Clinical precision, but Trevor hardly noticed through the haze of agony.

Suddenly, there was a sickening squelch and a gush of thick, foul-smelling pus erupted from Trevor's rear as Kim lanced the abscess. Trevor shrieked again, more from the humiliation and horror of it all than the pain now. He felt something warm and wet running down his quivering bottom and could not bear the thought of Clem and Kim seeing him like this.

"Stop, please stop!" Trevor sobbed, trying in vain to crawl away from them, but Clem's grip was unyielding, pinning him down.

"Shh, it's okay, just let it drain," Kim murmured, focusing intently on her task. "The worst of the pain is over now. You're almost there."

She continued to press and squeeze, coaxing out every last drop of pus and fluid until the abscess was fully drained. Then, with a final swell of the spray canister, she anointed Trevor's bottom with soothing antibiotic gel.

Trevor collapsed against the table, utterly spent, his sobs subsiding into ragged breaths. Clem stroked his hair and peppered his neck with gentle kisses.

"You were so brave, honey," she whispered. "I'm so proud of you."

Trevor could only whimper weakly, still overwhelmed by the intense pain and emotional distress of the ordeal. Clem carefully helped him up and guided him back to the bed. She tenderly cleaned him up and applied a thick layer of healing salve to his ravaged bottom before gingerly helping him into a pair of soft cotton underwear.

"There now," she said softly, settling him under the covers. "Just rest, baby. I'll watch over you."

Trevor clung to her hand, his eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion pulled him under. He didn't stir even as Clem slipped out to update Kim on his condition.

"He's going to be just fine," Kim reassured Clem with a smile. "All that nasty infection is out now. I gave him a pretty heavy dose of pain meds though, so he'll probably sleep for a while. I'll check in on him later. You just sit tight and let me know if he needs anything at all."

"Thank you so much, Kim," Clem said gratefully. "I really appreciate you coming in on your day off to do this. I know it couldn't have been easy."

"No need to thank me," Kim demurred. "You're like family. I'm just glad I could help. Now go sit with your boy and take care of him. I'll handle everything else."

Clem nodded and hurried back to Trevor's bedside, sinking into the chair beside him. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

"Sleep well, baby," she murmured. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

Clem settled into the chair beside Trevor's bed, watching his chest rise and fall with each deep, even breath. She held his hand, tracing the lines of his knuckles with her thumb, content to simply be near him. Time seemed to stretch and blur around her, marked only by the occasional beep of the machines monitoring Trevor's vitals.

A soft knock sounded at the door, rousing Clem from her drowsy reverie. She looked up to see Kim peeking in, a warm smile on the older woman's face.

"How is he doing?" Kim asked quietly, gliding over to check the charts hooked to the end of the bed. She hummed approvingly at the readings, her smile widening. "Looks like he's doing really well. Pain level okay?"

Clem nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, the meds seem to be working good. He's been sleeping pretty soundly." She glanced at Trevor, still blissfully unconscious. "Well, aside from a couple of bad dreams. Poor baby whimpered a lot and kept trying to roll over onto his stomach, bless his heart."

"Aww, I bet that was frightening for him," Kim said sympathetically. "But he's safe now. That nasty abscess is gone for good." She looked at Clem consideringly. "I think he's ready for a checkup, don't you? Make sure everything is healing properly and all."

"Of course," Clem agreed readily. "Whatever he needs." She leaned over Trevor, brushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead. "Baby, honey, it's time to wake up now. Trevor, can you hear me? Come on, open those pretty eyes for me."

Blinking blearily, Trevor slowly stirred, his brow furrowing in confusion as he took in his surroundings. "Wh-where am I? What happened?"

"You're in the clinic, sweetheart," Clem soothed, cupping his face. "You had a bad abscess on your bottom and Dr. Kim had to drain it. You did so well, took it like a champ. Now she needs to check you over and give you a little exam, okay?"

Trevor's eyes widened, darting nervously to Kim who stood smiling at him. A hot flush crept up his neck and into his face as the reality of the situation sank in. "A...an exam? Right now?"

"Yes, now's perfect," Kim said easily, already pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "I need to take a look at your wound, make sure it's not infected and is healing properly. And I should probably do a quick check of your prostate too, since I'm already...ah...down there, so to speak."

Trevor squirmed weakly, pressing his face into Clem's shoulder. "Do I have to? Can't it wait until later?"

Clem stroked his hair, her voice soft but firm. "I'm afraid not, baby. This needs to be done." She tilted his chin up, touching their noses together. "I'll be right here with you the whole time. You're safe, I promise. Just breathe for me, nice and slow. Let Dr. Kim take good care of you."

Trevor swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he forced himself to nod. Clem helped him gingerly roll onto his stomach, the movement jostling his tender bottom. He hissed in pain, his hands fisting in the sheets.

"Oh honey, I know it hurts," Clem crooned, rubbing slow circles on his lower back. "But you're being so brave, look at you. Just focus on my voice."

Kim bustled over to the foot of the bed, a tube of lube in one hand. "Let's see how you're doing, shall we?" she said cheerfully.

Trevor flinched as he felt cool, slick fingers brush his entrance, probing gently at the puffy, angry red skin surrounding the abscess site. He couldn't help the shameful whimper that escaped him, his face burning as Clem cooed sympathetically.

Kim hummed thoughtfully, her touch clinical and detached even as Trevor quivered and clenched. "Looking good, nice and clean. A bit swollen still but that's to be expected." Her fingers circled teasingly at his rim. "Now, let's take a peek inside, hmm?"

Trevor's entire body went rigid, a broken moan tearing from his throat as Kim's slick digits breached him, sinking into the clutch of his body. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he was slowly, inexorably stretched open, the burn of it almost too much to bear.

"Breathe through it baby, breathe for me," Clem urged, her voice a steady anchor even as wave after wave of humiliation crashed over Trevor. "You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you. Let Dr. Kim in, let her make you better."

Kim worked more lube inside him, what felt like several fingers spreading him wide. "He's so tight," she remarked, almost conversationally. "You must be a pleasure to fuck, isn't that right? Get your boyfriends' cocks nice and slick with your tight little hole, hmm?"

A strangled sob ripped from Trevor's chest at the filthy words, his hands scrabbling weakly against Clem's hold. She shushed him soothingly even as her own arousal throbbed between her thighs at the erotic show.

Kim continued her crude groping, scissoring Trevor open and crooking her fingers to rub roughly at his prostate. Trevor keened brokenly, tears leaking from his screwed shut eyes, his hips twitching with the painful pleasure of it.

"Shh shh, I know sweetheart, I know," Clem crooned, still petting at his hair. "It's almost over, Dr. Kim's almost done. Just a little more, you're being so good for us."

"Such an obedient little bottom," Kim purred, working Trevor open with quick, twisting thrusts of her fingers. "Bet you love having your ass played with, don't you? Think you might like a nice thick plug to keep you open and ready, hmm?"

Trevor could only whimper at that, his cock a rigid, achingly hard line against his belly, the wet spot beneath him growing with each pass of Kim's fingers over his prostate. He shook and gasped as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in his gut, his balls drawing up tight.

"Oh I think he's getting close," Kim said knowingly. "Gonna make a mess of himself like a good little slut. Would you like that, Trevor? Like Dr. Kim to make you cum untouched like a dirty whore?"

"Please, please," Trevor babbled brokenly, too far gone to care about anything but the throbbing need in his cock. "Please, I n-need..."

"That's it baby, let go," Clem urged breathlessly. "Give Dr. Kim what she wants, cum for her like a good boy."

With a ragged, graceless howl, Trevor did, his cock spurting weakly as his ass clenched vice tight around Kim's fingers. He shuddered through the aftershocks, utterly spent and boneless, tears still leaking sluggishly down his cheeks.

Kim slowly withdrew her fingers, giving his fluttering hole an almost tender pat. "Very good," she praised, setting aside the soiled gloves. "You took that beautifully. I'm going to prescribe a mild painkiller to keep you comfortable and some antibiotics to ward off infection. In a few days you should be good as new."

Trevor could only whimper weakly in response; his face turned into Clem's neck in chastened embarrassment. Clem peppered his hair with kisses, rocking him gently.

"I know honey, I know. You're okay now, everything's alright. Dr. Kim fixed you up real good, didn't she? You're gonna be just fine."

"Mmm, that's right," Kim agreed, giving Trevor's exposed bottom an almost motherly pat. "Now, you just rest up and let your girl take care of you. I'll keep an eye on you, don't you worry. We'll have you healed and back to your usual self in no time."

With that, Kim bustled out, leaving Clem to coax Trevor back into bed. He allowed it, too exhausted and humiliated to protest, his face flushed and damp with spent tears. Clem settled him in with his favorite stuffed animal, a worn velvet teddy bear named Mr. Flowers, and a soft, clean blanket.

"There now, sleep for me," Clem soothed, pressing a last kiss to Trevor's temple. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

With a final, shuddering sigh, Trevor let himself drift off, safe and soothed in Clem's tender care, his obscenely glistening, gaping hole still fluttering from the thorough, degrading examination.