Tales from the Scat Club (7) – “Doctor, you want a sample of…what?”

** I apologise since about a year has gone past before Part 7 has appeared – I’ve been busy. In the circumstances, the author humbly shrinks into a corner, chastened and hands the pen for this tale to Paul. Have a real close-up view of this story. **

I think you may remember I worked in a hospital as a radiographer. Since our little club has met, I have fancied the idea of role playing and last week at work a moment of opportunity arose to borrow a few items that would just set off a scenario I had in mind. So we had a little play on Saturday between myself and Patrick, watched by our other members Jeff and Andrew. I wanted to rehearse with Patrick first or even write a script but he would have none of it. Damn! So it was tried – extempore, as it were – and here is my memory of how it went. Enjoy.
THE SCENE – A DOCTOR’S SURGERY
I am sitting at my desk wearing greens after a minor procedure with a patient as my next patient, Patrick, knocks and enters tentatively, a pained expression on his face.
“Doctor, I have a pain in my groin area – I don’t know what’s up,” he said.
“How long have you had this?” I asked.
“Gosh, a while. I was afraid to come in….you see its round the back here.” Patrick pointed gingerly to his bum.
“Ok, I really need to know where it hurts,” I said. I stood up and approached beside him and tried a few light presses with my finger on his bum cheeks. Nothing. Then I peered in closer and tried a little press up into his back passage. Patrick winced.
“Ok, I have to examine this – take off your trousers and pants, please.” He looked crestfallen but reluctantly complied – slowly and awkwardly as his face reddened. Then he just stood there. 
“Bend over a bit, please.” He leant over a few degrees but obviously not enough for my purposes so I pushed down on his head until he could just touch the floor with his hands. I put on my examination gloves and, kneeling down, parted his butt cheeks gently and proceeded to examine there closely. I had a feeling of recognition.
“Yes, this could possibly be the start of haemorrhoids. You see we have soft tissue there that expands as we defecate and it can get damaged.” I pulled off my gloves and threw them determinedly into the waste basket. “I need to see what you do in the toilet,” I stated.
“You mean….do no. 2’s” he asked, astonished.
“Of course,” I said.
“Can I go behind the curtain?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said as Patrick, relieved, went over and pulled the curtain to. He got a shock as I followed him in. “I need to see if you are straining too much.”
“Oh, ok,” he said as he gulped and seemed to summon up some courage from somewhere.
I placed a tray on the floor, pointed at it and stood back. He focused on the task in hand as if it required great concentration and carefully squatted over it. After a minute or two of embarrassed straining a long shit plopped out and Patrick, relieved, wiped and reached for his pants and trousers. I examined the tray.
“mmm, That shit is ok, I don’t think we need worry too much about your bowels.” I gave him a smile. “Then, of course, there is the possibility of damage when engaged in a gay, sexual act,” I said…………
** You make up the rest of the scene, dear reader………**

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