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"Terence?"

 

Dr. Travis knocked firmly on the door and let himself in. He was coming to check on his patient, Terence, who he had just operated on earlier that morning. Terence, a handsome young man from the French Caribbean island of Martinique, had been studying abroad in the US since August. He was one of four young men to suffer horrific, but non-life-threatening injuries when a stunt they were performing at a frat party went horribly wrong. Terence had severely broken both arms, his right in two different places, which required them to be cast. Dr. Travis had had to realign the young man's bones, and although it would be an inconvenient and uncomfortable process, the young doctor expected his patient to make a full recovery in a couple months' time.

 

"How are you feeling there, buddy," the doctor asked.

"Ugh. A lot of pain, but I'm happy to be alive and that it wasn't worse than what it was."

"Mmhmm."

 

Terence spoke with a strong French accent, but nevertheless had a good command of English. Dr. Travis was enamored, maybe even infatuated, with his 20-year old patient. Terence, the biracial product of a Black French Caribbean father and a White eastern European mother, had beautifully flawless caramel-colored skin. He had fine, straight, dark black hair which he had styled a la George Clooney, sans sideburns. A pair of greenish-hazel eyes sat beneath his furrowed eyebrows, and his sharp jawline was further accentuated by his full pink lips.

 

"Are you well enough to go over some of the information I have regarding your recovery, or should I come back later?"

"Oh no, I'm fine, we can do it now."

 

Dr. Travis grabbed his computer chair and swiveled it to his patient's bedside. Terence used his back muscles to pull himself up further into a sitting position; his arms were of completely no use. He listened intently as Dr. Travis told what things he could and couldn't do, and how quickly he expected him to recover. He would have to be dependent on his family and friends for carrying out many of his most basic duties, such as bathing and using the restroom. His casts just simply didn't allow much flexibility by way of movement.

 

"Do you have anyone that you're close to who can help you carry out those functions? Bathing and using the bathroom?"

 

Terence's handsome cheeks blushed red when the doctor asked this question. He couldn't imagine the thought of having to rely on someone to clean his body. How embarrassing! He wouldn't mind asking his younger brother; they were close. But his brother was back in Martinique with the rest of his family.

 

"Umm, I will have to ask my roommate," the island boy said, his voice trembling in embarrassment.

"Are you guys close? As in close enough where he wouldn't mind doing these things?"

"Well, umm, I'm sure it's not something that he wants to do, but he will help me considering the circumstances."

"Okay well, while you're here, whenever you feel like you need to go to the bathroom or want to get cleaned up, let us know. We can do a sort of `test run,' if you will."

Terence stared back blankly. Test run?

"Actually, I think I have to go to the toilet now. What should I do?"

Dr. Travis' cock twitched in his pants. This was his moment.

"Well, since I'm here, I can help you out, I suppose. Here, let me give you a hand."

 

Without waiting for Terence's reaction, he helped the young man out of the bed. He watched as the hospital gown rolled up around his patient's young, toned, hairless thighs, offering him a tease of what lie between them further up. The duo made their way to the bathroom inside his hospital room, and Dr. Travis flicked on the light as Terence went and sat on the toilet. He immediately stood back up.

 

"Yeah, let me lift up your gown a little," Dr. Travis said, walking briskly over to his young charge and lifting the gown up to the caramel-colored navel that sat on the boy's toned stomach. The doctor felt as blood rushed to and filled his dormant manhood, awakening it to its monstrous size, but constricted by his boxer briefs.

 

Terence's young cock hung freely at about 5 inches. It was a shade or two darker than the rest of his body, and his foreskin tapered off around his glans, completely covering it. His fine black pubes were trimmed very short, and his scrotum, which was much darker than the rest of his body, was shaven clean. The young man sat back down on the toilet bowl.

"Should I pull your foreskin back," the doctor inquired. But without waiting for an answer, he did so with his bare hands. Terence was shocked and taken aback, not because the doctor wasn't wearing gloves, but because he always pissed through his foreskin.

Dr. Travis was shocked at what he saw. There was a noticeable buildup of smegma around the young man's glans. "Filthy boy," the doctor thought to himself, as Terence began urinating. He held, unnecessarily, his disabled patient's cock while he urinated. Despite his initial shock, Terence was unphased. As his piss stream slowed to a trickle, the doctor heard a disruptive fart escape from his charge's hole and a sour smell followed shortly afterward. He shook the remaining piss from the slit of the young man's cock before letting go, watching as the dark foreskin rolled back over and hid from view the smelly cheese it was protecting.

 

"If you'd like, I can clean that smegma off you once you're finished," the doctor offered.

"Yes, that would be great. I haven't had it since I was a young teenager, so it's quite embarrassing."

 

Dr. Travis suspected the young man was lying; that much smegma didn't just build up over the course of 24 hours. Either Terence produced the foul cheese at an alarmingly fast rate, or didn't practice good penile hygiene.

 

"I'll leave you to have your bowel movement. I'll be waiting just outside in the room. If you need anything, let me know."

"Okay, merci...I mean thank, thank you," Terence said shyly as another fart escaped from his young hole.

 

The doctor walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. He wanted to hear and smell everything. As he went to go sit back in the chair next to his patient's bed, he sniffed his unwashed hand and inhaled the pungent odor of Terence's smegma. A small clump had stuck to his finger, and he put it directly up to his right nostril and inhaled deeply, as if it were cocaine. The smegma clump was immediately sucked up into his nostril, trapping the eclectic fish/belly-button/asshole/coffee grind smell in his nose. He touched his cock and could feel precum seeping through the cotton of his dress slacks.

Ploop.

Ploop.

Dr. Travis heard Terence's first two turds hit the toilet water. The island boy strained and grunted softly.

PLOP.

Another soft grunt.

A light trickle.

Piss?

Yes.

Grunt.

Plop.

Sigh of relief.

 

The rank odor of broccoli, tuna, and curry crept out from the bathroom and slowly filled the room. Two full minutes passed before the doctor heard his patient speak.

"Umm...doctor? I have finished now."

 

Dr. Travis quickly stood up and walked back into the bathroom. Terence looked up with puppy eyes, clearly embarrassed. But what could he do? Dr. Travis tried to offer some reassurance.

 

"There's no need to worry. This stuff happens all the time. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

 

Sure, it was fine while Terence was at the hospital. But what about when he got home and had to call on his friend to come wipe him?!

 

"Let's get you cleaned up."

 

Terence didn't need help standing up, but for some reason had remained seated until now. Dr. Travis held the hospital gown up above the young man's navel, careful to avoid staining the front with whatever dribble of piss was still attached to his foreskin, and shit still caked around his anus. The doctor didn't hesitate to look into the toilet bowl. Four turds, soft, but intact, lay in the yellow water that just had been expelled through Terence's urethra from his bladder. Two of the turds, brown in color rested at the bottom of the bowl, while the other two, one brownish-green and the other brownish-yellow, floated. All of them were somewhat small, between three and six inches long. The thickest turd had a circumference of about five inches.

Just as Dr. Travis had made out morsels of peas and corn in the turds floating in the bowl, Terence moved to flush the toilet. Although the casts had left his fingers mostly free, he simply didn't have the strength to push the handle down. The doctor was annoyed that he had been interrupted by this most intimate study of Terence's waste, but a hint of embarrassment quickly overtook his emotions as he realized he had probably taken too long and was caught staring at the poop, rather than simply glancing at it. He flushed the toilet and watched as the turds made numerous streaks on the white porcelain as they were flushed down the commode.

 

"I'll wipe you now."

Holding the gown in place, Dr. Travis stretched his free arm to break off a few pieces of toilet paper from the roll on the wall. First, he wiped the piss residue clinging stubbornly on the young man's foreskin. He'd clean the smelly dick cheese later when he bathed Terence. Next, it was time to do what he was most looking forward to: the grand (wiping) finale.

 

"Can you bend over and try to touch your toes?"

 

Terence did as he was instructed. Dr. Travis took the young man's firm, handsomely toned caramel butt cheeks into each hand and spread them. Drops of the dirty toilet water had splashed back onto Terence's cheeks as his turds had forcefully dropped from his hole into the water. "Oh my fucking..." he thought to himself. Dark brown clumps of feces clung to the outer edges of Terence's tight pink hole. Dr. Travis, who still wasn't wearing gloves, rolled up the toilet paper in his right hand and gently wiped upward from his patient's anus towards his back. He watched, mesmerized, as the clumps turned into long dark brown streaks that each ran for about an inch up Terence's crack. He tossed the soiled tissue paper into the toilet, and tore off another four squares. This time, he started at the top of the young man's crack and wiped downward. As he did so, his middle finger "slipped," deliberately that is, and ran part of the length of his patient's ass crack. Some of the poop he was cleaning was wiped off the young man's ass by his finger; yes, his white finger had a streak of brown on it, and long after it was washed, Terence's most private scent would remain there anytime he stuck it up to his nose and inhaled.

As his hand brushed over the island boy's opening, Dr. Travis maneuvered the toilet paper, freeing his index finger, which he deliberately let slip inside his patient's anus. Terence gasped and reflexively clenched his sphincter shut around his doctor's finger. Terence had such a tight grip that Dr. Travis almost thought his finger would be broken! Although he only had his finger up to his first knuckle inside the tight, snug hole, it nevertheless was somewhat uncomfortable because the only source of lubrication were the remnants of Terence's brown scat.

 

"Oh, sorry," the doctor said, feigning ignorance at his deliberate sadism.

"It's no problem," Terence quickly responded, nervously.

 

His soft, sexy accent made the doctor's cock twitch yet again. He had always had dreams of being able to top a cute light-skinned black boy like Terence; get his thick, white mushroomed-head cock rock hard and brutalize a nice black boy's hole. Just the mere though gave him yet another erection which certainly would've been visible once he finished wiping his charge. He would do anything to free his manhood and press it into the young, tight, probably virginal ring that formed Terence's hole. He would use his spit as lubrication. Hell, even if he could just finger Terence would be enough for him. He'd slide a finger in and immediately search for his prostate. Once he was loose enough, he'd slip another finger inside.

Suddenly, a curious thought crossed his mind. Terence wouldn't be able to masturbate until his casts were removed. That mean someone would have to do it for him in the meantime! Dr. Travis felt a rush of jealousy overcome him at the mere thought of this roommate, whoever he was, not only bathing and wiping Terence, but getting his young cock hard and letting him fuck his hand until he exploded his thick, creamy, island dressing all over his hands. "I'd sell my soul to do that just once," Dr. Travis thought to himself. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

 

"Umm doctor, are you finished," Terence inquired.

"Almost. Let me just wipe one more time, and you'll be good to go."

"Okay. I'm feeling a little tired and drowsy from the medicine. I want to lie down."

 

Dr. Travis finished one final wipe, front to back, of Terence's young hole, and leant in as inconspicuously as he could and took one final whiff of the now clean, but still smelly, asshole. He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out and lick the young man. He wanted to keep a momento from this encounter, and stuffed this last piece of used toilet paper into his left pocket. He'd pull it out later and use it to help him reach his climax.

 

"Alright there, partner. All done. Here, let me help you back to the bed."

 

The doctor rolled down the surgery gown and covered Terence's modesty, and stood back up and flushed the other used pieces of toilet paper down the toilet. He gently helped his patient walk back to his bed. After some maneuvering and shuffling of the pillow and blanket, Terence was comfortable, and fast asleep in less than two minutes. Dr. Travis watched as the young man's chest expanded and contracted as he inhaled and exhaled, the silence of the room only being cut by the soft hum of his breathing. The doctor placed his hand on his crotch and rubbed it a few times. Just as he pulled his zipper down and prepared to relieve himself of the sexual tension he had built up at Terence's expense, he felt his phone vibrate.

"Shit!" he exclaimed in a soft whisper. Duty called; time to go check on his next patient. As he zipped up his pants and put his phone back in his pocket, his hand brushed against the used toilet paper he had stuffed in there. He pulled it out and studied the faint, but visible light brown streaks on it. He stuck it up to his nose and inhaled, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I'll be back to check on you again tonight, baby boy," he said audibly to his sleeping patient, before kissing his forehead and exiting the room.

 

 

-The End-

 

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If you haven't already, please be sure to check out my other scat stories:

"The Toilet Brush" (in the CELEBRITY section of the archive)

"Klay Thompson's Dirty Dump"

"Steph's Agonizing Constipation."