Justin was looking forward to this break for quite some time now. He loved touring so much but hopping from one country to another was always exhausting. After four months of traveling and working non-stop, he just wanted to chill at home and sleep for as long as he could. But the day after he got home, he started to feel more tired and depleted than ever. His wife, Hailey Bieber, had to fly from Los Angeles to New York that afternoon, as her model schedule required her presence in the Big Apple. Justin had no one to cuddle with or feed him soup while he felt almost dead.

He spent the whole day in bed, not even having the strength to go down to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. He just laid there, watching one episode of Friends after another, and taking a bunch of naps, in just a pair of grey sweatpants as a thick layer of pale blankets covered his body. He was sure he was running a fever but didn’t know what to do in this kind of situation. It was a bit weird for a married man to don’t know how to take care of himself when he was feeling yucky, but Justin had been babied his whole life, so actually, there wasn’t much he knew how to do by himself.

The reality was, that deep down, he was still a child. Of course, he had matured, got married, and grown up, but as he was living under the spotlight since he was fourteen, Justin really never had the tools and stability to grow up and develop himself into a full man. He never had to deal with anything besides singing, rehearsing, performing, eating, and sleeping.

He didn’t want to get up as he felt so cold and his toned body shivered uncontrollably, but he hadn’t peed for almost six hours and his bladder wasn’t waiting any longer. He got up, hugging his body to try and keep some warmth inside, as he practically had to drag himself to the bathroom of his enormous suite. But, after taking the first step out of bed, he felt his whole backside hurting. He tried to ignore the bizarre feeling but ended up limping to the toilet, his butthole burning even more every time he slightly moved.

As he relieved his almost bursting bladder, he tried to figure out why does his butt was hurting so much. He didn’t even remember the last time he went to the bathroom, so the possibility of hemorrhoids was the first to be crossed out of his mind. He walked back to bed almost crying in pain and laid down after reaching for his phone on the small bedside table. Googling what could be causing that kind of pain was the worst thing he did because the pop star went in for another nap thinking he might have prostate cancer.

He wasn’t sure of how long he was asleep, but groaning was the first thing that he did when he was finally awake. Wondering what woke him up, he looked around the room but took a minute to notice his phone vibrating by his side.

“Hello?”- his voice sounded weak and right after he said it, he went back into full shivering.

“Hey, love. I’m trying to get past the front gate, but your security said that you didn’t tell them I was coming”- Justin heard his mom say and mentally slapped himself. Shit, he forgot they made plans for lunch.

“Sorry, mom. I was asleep, going to call them right now. Do you still have your key?”.

“Yes, baby”.

He called his entrance security and just waited for his mom to get inside. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to know how miserable he felt, but after being stuck with that yucky feeling for almost 12 hours by himself, he was glad someone could at least look out for him and give him some medication. He closed his eyes for a minute and didn’t realize he felt asleep as his mom woke him up with a hand right on his boiling forehead:

“When were you planning to tell me you’re sick?”- she said, a sympathetic look on her face. He looked at her a bit disoriented but went straight into curling up as he was freezing- “You poor baby. I’ll be right back”.

He nodded and watched her disappear inside his bathroom. Pattie (Justin’s mom) was with him on more than one occasion when he wasn’t feeling great, so she knew where everything was inside his ridiculously huge house. When Justin noticed, she was already sitting back on his bed, the old-fashioned glass thermometer, and a tub of Vaseline in her hand.

“Turn over on your belly, baby”- she said, rubbing his back in soothing circles. Justin rolled his eyes but quickly rolled on his stomach, taking deep breaths, and waiting for the intrusion he hated so much. He was never going to admit it as this was kept as a secret even from most part of his tour crew, but his mother always took his temperature rectally. He hated every second of it, but nothing would ever change. Since he was a baby, even with a low-grade fever, he was turned on his stomach and the thermometer went right in- “Good boy. Mommy will take care of you”.

She gently lowered his pants and pulled his Calvin Klein underwear down to his knees as well. Justin blushed but kept his head tucked into the pillow. His bottom was super sore, but he never told his mother. He just pretended everything was alright until she went ahead and parted his plump babyish round cheeks.

“Ow, ow”- he whimpered, his eyes instantly watering at the excruciating pain that instantly spread around his whole bottom. He flinched at her touch, and she immediately took her hand away, making his buttocks glue back together, which caused the poor boy an even stronger pain- “Ouch, ow”

“Justin, what’s going on? I barely touched you, baby”- Pattie exclaimed, worrying immediately. It took him a few seconds to breathe, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

“It just hurts so bad”- he whimpered again, curling up in a ball again, not even bothering he was naked from the waist down.

“What's hurting, Justin? Your tushy?”- she asked, and Justin just nodded, completely embarrassed.

“Please, mom, don’t take my temperature, it hurts too bad”- he almost begged and Pattie calmed him down with a forehead kiss and a head nod.

“I won’t put anything inside your bottom if you're this uncomfy, love. But you’ll have to let me look”.

“No, mom. Don’t, please. It hurts”.

“Baby, I need to see what’s going on. Turn back onto your belly and I’ll just part your cheeks and take a look. I won’t touch it, I promise”.

“But, it hurts. Please, mom. I don’t want to”.

“Jay, you’ll have to endure a little bit of pain so I can just open your bottom, sweetie. Mommy needs to see what’s going on. Lay down, love. I’ll do it slowly, I promise”.

He laid back down with his butt in full display for his mom to check. She rubbed his buttocks for a minute to let him get a little more comfortable, but Justin was more apprehensive than ever. He was never in that much pain before, not that he could remember of. Pattie, gently, using both her hands, began to part his cheeks, making Justin cry instantly.

“I know, baby. Sh sh, don’t cry. A little more, mommy is just looking”- she tried to shush him but the more she opened him up, the more hysterical he got- “Sh, you’re alright, my love”.

Pattie made sure to part him well before looking at his rectum and immediately getting worried. His small hairless rectum was all red, and the skin around it looked irritated. Also, the pucker looked swollen and tender, it even had a little bit of transparent pus circling his entrance.

“Momma”- Justin cried and screamed when Pattie very gently touched his little hole and was alarmed by how hot it was.

“I’m so sorry, honey. Sh, mommy is done looking”- she said in a low voice, slowly closing his cheeks and dressing him back. He went back into a fetal position as she kissed his head and tried to soothe his crying- “I’ll be right back, okay baby? I’ll just call Dr. Laura”.

When she mentioned his doctor, he looked at her terrified.

“Don’t worry, my love. You probably just got hurt when we gave you those enemas or maybe those suppositories. You’re alright”.

She smiled and excused herself. Justin just lay there, feeling miserable, cold, and with a very sore tushy. He felt stupid. But in the last month of the tour, he really struggled to have a bowel movement. He tried and tried, but just couldn’t go to the bathroom. His intestines had always been a bit lazy when it came to pooping. But, after a while, he started to feel crampy and bloated so the tour nurse wanted him to try suppositories. He took two every day for three days, but after having no results, they started him on some Fleet enemas. It was the most traumatic experience of his life, but now, he had this throbbing pain to make sure he remembered every bit of it.

“Justin, go put on a shirt. Dr. Laura is going to see you in 20 minutes. Let’s go”– his mom said and he felt like crying.