Cam

Frank told me he and I were going to spend two days at a primitive “camp” a few miles into the hills, and we would be leaving in the morning. We’d be doing some hiking, and I should pack accordingly, but just one set of clothes was all that I needed. He would take care of all of the food. We drove out to the trailhead before sunrise and headed out at a rather brisk pace. A few miles in, I was feeling a little sluggish. I knew it was because, having gotten out of bed and left the house in a bit of a hurry, it had disrupted my usual morning routine, and I had not had a bowel movement.

We kept on, but Frank could tell I was having trouble keeping up. He seemed a bit annoyed with me.

“Andy, you’re 18 years old. You should be leaving me in the dust. What is it with you?”

“Nothing, just a bit tired. It’s an early start for me.”

As we kept on, things got worse. I told Frank I needed a “nature break.” He stopped and told me to go ahead. We were in an open woodland, and there was not much privacy to be had. I wandered off the trail about 50 feet and peed facing away from him, peering back over my shoulder. When I saw that he was facing the other way, I quickly pulled down my shorts and undies and squatted. I pushed hard several times, but I could tell nothing was going to happen. I walked back to the trail, hoping we didn’t have too much more to go in my uncomfortable state.

Frank looked at me with a more sympathetic look.

“Andy, I saw that you tried to poop and that you couldn’t go. Is something wrong?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but I wanted some sympathy and maybe some help.

“I have a tummy ache, Uncle Frank.”

I was surprised to hear myself put it into such childish terms. I kind of knew that Frank was eager to attend to me medically, so I think I was trying to get more of his sympathy and not have him torment me with more hours of brutally paced trekking.

“Don’t worry, Andy. Twenty minutes to get to camp at most. We’ll get you taken care of soon.”

Instead of being mad at me, he seemed pleased and enthusiastic that he now had this problem to resolve.

We were almost at the cabin and were crossing a small stream. I was almost across as I stepped from one rock to the next when I slipped off a mossy one and fell into the chilly, clear water. I dragged myself up, soaked from the waist down.

“Andy, you’re distracted. Good thing we’re just about there. Then we’ll get you out of those soggy clothes.”

The cabin looked better than I had expected. It sat in a nice clearing and had solar panels on the roof. When we stepped in, it was a clean, one-room area with a single bed. There was a wood stove and a small fridge, but no sink. No toilet or bathroom either, but I remembered seeing an outbuilding at the edge of the clearing.

We put our packs down as I looked around.

“Strip out of those wet clothes, Andy. Once I get a fire going, we can dry things out.”

“I didn’t bring any other clothes, Frank.”

“I know, but better to be naked than in wet clothing.”

I took off my boots first and then my saturated wool socks. My bare feet were cold and clammy. I then pulled down my shorts. I thought about leaving my wet underwear on, but Frank saw me hesitate. “Get those undies off, Andy. Your bottom and genital areas are susceptible to rashes from persistent dampness. Get them off.”

He watched intently as I peeled them down.

“Come on over and lay down on the bed so I can check your tummy since that seems to be where the problem is.”

I walked over to the bed, my damp, bare feet plopping audibly on the smooth pine floorboards.

I was aware of my bare bottom in the chilly air and on display to him as Frank followed me over to the bed.

“Lay down on your back.”

I got on my back and became aware that my penis and scrotum had tightened up from the cold.

Frank sat next to me on the bed and started to firmly but carefully press with his hands over my belly. He gradually headed downward and spent a long time pressing just above my pubic area. I groaned a little at this. It worsened my full, uncomfortable feeling. He then held my penis in this hand and looked closely at my pee hole.

“I saw you pee on the trail, Andy. Any trouble or pain when you peed?”

“No, no problem.”

He gently put my penis back down on my abdomen.

He straightened up and looked at me with a concerned face, “Well, I think we both know that you’re becoming constipated. This isn’t the best setting to deal with this, but we need to nip this in the bud. I’ll make do with what we have on hand.”

He walked over and opened the fridge and looked around inside. From what I could see, it was pretty empty, but he reached in and took out a quart-sized jar with a beige-colored solid in it and put it on the table.

I had no idea what it was, “What’s that, Frank?”

“It’s bacon grease, Andy. Every camp needs to keep it on hand. It has a multitude of uses.”

“Get up and come outside with me. We need to pick some blueberries. They’re is a proven effective treatment for what ails you. The native inhabitants of this area discovered their value in this situation long ago. I want you to help me. You should be an active participant in your treatment.”

I got up out of bed. All my stuff was still wet, so I had to go out with Frank barefoot and naked from the waist down. Fortunately, the grassy ground around the cabin was soft under my bare feet and pleasant to walk on, but being outdoors made me even more aware of my nakedness below my waist.

Frank led me over to some nearby blueberry bushes, he handed me a bowl, and we both started picking. The bushes were heavy with fruit and our bowls started to quickly fill with the dark blue bounty.

I was not very hungry in my current state and the idea of eating a big bowl of berries was very unappealing. I wanted to get back into the cabin to lay back down and rest.

“I think we have enough, Frank. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

“They’re not for you to eat, Andy. Though the fiber might help you in a few days if you ate them, we can’t wait that long. These berries are going to go up your bottom.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I froze, bent over a bush, about to grab another cluster of berries. I looked over my shoulder and saw Frank behind me staring at my naked bottom that was thrust outward in my stooped posture.

“It’s going to work very well for you. I’ll insert them into your rectum one at a time with my finger. They are like nature’s suppositories. As I mentioned earlier, the indigenous peoples of this region discovered this valuable property of the berries.”

I stared down at the berries in my bowl in utter disbelief. I felt like I had been tricked into picking what would be used to torment me. I shuddered at the bizarre idea of what Frank had planned for me.

“Hand me your bowl. I think we have about enough.”

Frank surveyed the berries in my bowl.

“Good job, Andy. There is a good mixture in here. Some are less ripe, and those will produce the astringent compounds that will stimulate your bowels. There are some plump, ripe ones too. They may be more challenging for me to insert, but when they release their sugary juice, it will draw water into your rectum and help you poop more easily.”

“Let’s head inside. I need to prepare some things, then we’ll get started.”

I walked back to the cabin entrance and went in, then turned to Frank for instructions.

“Go lie on the bed as I get things ready, Andy.”

I marched barefoot over the wood floor and sat on the bed.

I watched in silence as Frank scooped out a large dollop of bacon grease and put it in a metal pan. He put it on the stove for just a minute, then he poured the melted grease over the bowl of blueberries that I picked just minutes ago.

“This will both warm and lubricate them so it will be more comfortable for you as I administer them.”

He took the bowl over and placed it down on the table in front of the couch. Then he took a pillow from the bed and put it at one end of the couch and sat down at the midpoint of the couch. He beckoned me over and I slowly walked over, my bare feet pattering on the smooth wood floor. I stopped in front of him, facing him with my penis just two feet in front of his eyes. He spread out a thick towel on his lap.

“I need your full cooperation now, Andy. I want you across my lap on your belly. Put your head down on the pillow.”

I climbed onto his lap and rested myself, feeling the soft towel on my penis and bare hips.

“Separate your legs for me.”

He guided my legs apart into a partial frog leg position. I felt the cool air around my anus and scrotum as I became exposed to him.

“By the way, Andy. I’m going to use my phone to take pictures and video of the process. I’m going to write this up for publication in the Journal of Indigenous Medicine.”