The Fall of Camelot




 

Tony studied the oversized canvas that hung on the wall behind Dr. Edwin Love's desk. The general practitioner was a little young for Tony's taste, but he was good for a quick consultation, and a Xanax refill. Unfortunately his office decor left much to be desired. What was it with doctors, and landscape reproductions? And those white walls were way too sterile. Tony would have chosen something more modern like an ever so soft gunmetal blue, with a trim of white crown moldings. Then maybe the ugly painting would be more palatable instead of the eyesore that it was......

A customary knock on the door announced Dr. Love's arrival. "Are you still ragging on my painting," he smiled.

"You really should let me redo your office, doc. This look is so 1980's," Tony said.

"I probably couldn't afford you." Dr. Love rounded his desk, and took a seat in his chair. "Thanks for responding so promptly, Mr. Massey."

"I've learned to respond pretty quickly when a doctor leaves a message for me," Tony said. "So, why am I here? Am I going to die?"

"No, you're not going to die, but I needed to talk with you about your blood test results," the doctor said.

"What about them?" Tony asked.

"I routinely run a general work-up for all of my patients, especially those who I don't see much. The work-up includes all of your blood chemistries, and a screening for syphilis. Your screening came back positive," Dr. Love said.

It took a moment for Tony to digest the diagnosis. "Are you saying that I have syphilis?" he asked.

"Syphilis is known as the great imitator. It often hides itself in flu-like symptoms...." Dr. Love attempted to explain.

"You didn't answer my question," Tony interrupted him.

"Yes, Mr. Massey. You have syphilis, and from the symptoms that you presented with, headaches, fatigue, generalized body aches, loss of appetite, I'd say that you've been infected for quite a while. Those are symptoms of secondary stage syphilis. The blood test confirmed my suspicion," the doctor said.

"I thought syphilis was supposed to begin with a chancre sore. I haven't had any sores on my body," Tony argued.

"Sometimes a sore may develop inside the body, such as the mouth, or....the rectum, but you needn't worry. We can take care of everything today. Are you allergic to penicillin?" Dr. Love asked.

"No," Tony said.

"I'm going to give you a mega dose of penicillin. That should take care of the problem. While I go get that ready for you, I need you to try to remember all of the sex partners you've been with within the last year. You'll need to get in touch with them so that they can be tested." Dr Love stood up from his chair, and exited the office.

Tony sat back in his chair. This just gets better, and better everyday. It was bad enough when he learned that Brian was still fucking in the streets, now he's out fucking bareback? Oh, hell no. He must have been drunk, or tweaked out of his mind. Did he even consider all of the shit that he could be dragging home? Apparently not.

Dr. Love returned with the syringes. "We can do this here, or we can go to my examining room if you prefer. I'm going to need both hips," he said.

"We can do it here." Tony rose from his seat, and dropped his pants. "Let's just hurry, and get this over with," he said.

"Ok, now I want you to lean over, and brace yourself on the desk. This may burn a little." Dr. Love quickly swiped two areas of Tony's buttocks with alcohol, and plunged the first needle in.

"SHIT!"

"I told you it was going to burn a little." Dr. Love snickered. "Now for the other cheek. Have you thought about the partners that you've been with?"

Tony clung to the doctor's desk. "I've thought about them." He winced.

"Good, because by law we're required to get in touch with all of them, or at least as many as you can remember," Dr. Love said casually. "There, all done. That should take care of it. Now I want you to go home, and relax for the rest of the day. I'm going to schedule you for a return visit one week from today for a repeat screening, just to make sure that you're not still infected. Until then no sex without protection. In fact from now on, no sex without protection. You should consider yourself lucky that this time it was only syphilis, and not HIV. Given your lifestyle, not using condoms is like playing Russian roulette. I have some pamphlets that I'd like to give you about safer sex, and STDs."

Tony zipped his pants, and turned to face his doctor. "I don't need you, or your pamphlets, to tell me about condoms, and STDs. I was fucking before you were born," he snapped.

Dr. Love took a step backward. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you," he said.

"But you did offend me." Tony frowned. "My lifestyle. What do you know about my lifestyle? What do they teach you in doctor school about men like me? Yes I can recall all of the sex partners that I've been with within the last year. How about you? How much tail did you snag last year, and what were their names?"

Dr. Love didn't answer.

"Just as I figured, you can't remember them all," Tony said.

Impudent little prick. Tony left the doctor's office in a huff. By the time he reached his car he was seething. Not only had he just been diagnosed with syphilis, he had just been humiliated by Dr. Doogie Howser. If that wasn't bad enough, his ass was on fire, and to top it all off there was a good chance that Justin was infected as well, and didn't even know it! The strongest member of the royal trio eased his butt onto the seat, and pulled out his cell phone. The first call that he made was to Midway Airport. He needed to charter a plane to fly him to Pittsburgh, and he needed to leave now. The second call that Tony made was to his housekeeper, Mary. Prepare the castle. He was going to get his princess, and bring him home before Brian killed him.

 

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Brian managed to make it through the night with the aide of a box of chocolate condoms. The morning wasn't quite so easy though. With the condoms all gone it took quite a bit of finagling to get Justin to settle for a simple hand-job, instead of his usual morning fuck. Brian was never so happy to get to work, but now it was almost the end of the day, and David still hadn't called with the results of his blood test.........................

"Brian, you haven't heard a word that I've said, have you?" Cynthia fussed.

Brian looked up at his assistant. "I'm sorry. My mind was on something else. What did you say?"

"I said that Ava Flowers called again. She needs to know a definite date for the photo shoot of Camelot, and The Royal Trio. I was looking at your calendar. You have a couple of free days next Thursday and Friday. We could squeeze the shoot in there. I assume Justin will be here. What does Tony's schedule look like?" Cynthia asked.

"I'm not sure," Brian said.

"Maybe you could get him on the phone, and ask him," she suggested.

"He's busy," Brian said.

"I could give his assistant, Everlee, a call," Cynthia tried again.

"Cynthia...I'm busy. Go away," Brian said.

The door had barely closed behind the frustrated assistant when Brian's cell phone began to ring. It was David with the news that Brian had been dreading. His test results were back, and it was positive for syphilis. "I'm sorry, Brian," David said. "If you bring Justin in this evening, I can have his results back by this time tomorrow, and while you're here I can take care of your problem. I know it's not within my scope of practice, but I've been known to bend the rules for several of my athlete clients who have found themselves in similar situations to yours. You have my word that everything will be held in the strictest confidence."

Brian was ending his call with David when Justin peeked his head inside the office. "It's almost time to go home. Did you want to take one last look at the graphics for Pebo Pharmacy before I send them to print?" he asked.

Brian looked up at Justin. "Come in and have a seat, baby," he said.

Justin stepped inside, and closed the door. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"We have someplace to go this evening. I've made an appointment for us," Brian said.

"Appointment? What kind of appointment? Wait, let me guess....... You made an appointment for us at that new spa that opened up near "Pistols". I hear they have real live geisha boys." Justin smiled.

"No, baby. We're not going to a spa," Brian said. He was about to continue, when a familiar voice interrupted him.

"JUSTIN!"

The binding member of the royal trio immediately recognized the roar. "TONY?"

Brian stood up from his chair when the office door opened, and watched as Justin literally leaped into Tony's arms.

"You're back!" The young man showered his returning husband with kisses.

Tony lifted Justin's face, and took a good long look. "Hello, princess. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, especially now that you're here. I knew Brian was up to something. He said that we had an appointment tonight. I should have know that he was talking about you!" Justin was brimming with excitement.

Tony glared at Brian. "You didn't tell him, did you?" he said.

"Tell me what?" Justin smiled.

"I just found out a few moments ago," Brian said.

Justin left Tony's arms, and sprinted over to Brian's. "Found out about what?" he beamed.

"That he has syphilis," Tony said dryly.

Justin looked over at Tony, then back at Brian. Syphilis, yeah right. He wasn't falling for that one. This was obviously some kind of joke. Both of his princes knew how much Justin missed having them together. Now they were going to torture him by pretending that he couldn't fuck them tonight. Justin moved his hand down along Brian's crotch. "Syphilis, huh? That's not what you said last night," he purred.

Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You dirty bitch! You fucked him, even though you knew that you were infected?"

Justin looked over at Tony, then back at Brian. Maybe this wasn't a game. "Someone better fill me in on what's going on," he said.

Brian took a deep breath. "I fucked someone when I was in New York. It turns out that he tested positive for syphilis, and he passed the infection on to me," he said.

"But we had sex last night." Justin slowly moved away from Brian's arms.

"That was before I knew for sure," Brian said. "I just got my test results a few minutes before Tony walked in. I'm sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you."

Justin turned to Tony. "You knew all along, didn't you? That's why you left us."

"I knew about the trick in New York. I didn't know about the syphilis until this morning, when my test results came back positive for the disease. I thought I had the flu," Tony said.

"Justin, I've made an appointment for us..............." Brian began.

"Us?" Justin interrupted him. "Are you kidding me? Do you honestly think that I would go anywhere with you now? I'm done following you, Brian. I've been following you since I was seventeen years old. I've followed you to the baths, to backrooms, into back alleys, to circuit parties........."

"Justin, stop," Brian uttered.

"I did it because I loved you Brian, and I was willing to do anything to make you happy." Justin began to weep. "Even when I fell in love with Tony, I still loved you. I loved you so much that I was willing to share you with the only other man that I've ever wanted in my life. I wanted you to feel what I felt when I was in Tony's arms. I knew that my love alone couldn't hold you, but I thought that between the two of us, Tony and I could keep you satisfied......"

"I'm sorry, baby." Brian's voice trembled.

"You're sorry? You're never sorry. You're the man with no apologies, and no regrets! Ahhhhhh, how could you do this, Brian?" Justin's sorrowful wail echoed through Kinnetics.

The very thing that Tony wanted to avoid was happening right before his eyes. Justin was crumbling, and he was taking the hearts of both of his princes right along with him. In a desperate attempt to rescue his baby, Brian reached for Justin's arm.

"Don't you dare touch him," Tony growled.

Camelot, the pride of Liberty Avenue, conceptualized by Brian Kinney, and erected by Anthony Massey. The cross between a traditional loft apartment, and a luxury penthouse suite became the blueprint that inspired others like itself, and jumpstarted a dying neighborhood. To the untrained eye the architectural marvel was nothing more than a stroke of marketing genius. What few people knew was that its foundation rested on the love of one young man.

A crowd of Kinnetics employees had followed the commotion to Brian's office. They stood in silence as the door slowly opened, and a broken, crimson faced Justin appeared.

Tony placed his arm around Justin's shoulder. "Let us through," he said.
 

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