It was just another day, another monthly injection for his allergies. Nothing extraordinary. He had been going to the same doctor for years, all his life really. Of late, the doctor kept making moves on him. Justin Taylor was not inclined to hump anyone, top anyone. He was no virgin, but he knew not to get involved with his doctors.

Dr. Blaine Bellbottom was a handsome man of his middle thirties, green eyed, well-chiseled features, a thick uni-brow that he kept at bay, a professional gay who wore bright colored silk shirts under his lab coat with a matching tie. He wore designer clothes.

For the past year, he had hit upon Justin with no avail. He was at his wits end. He never persisted like this with anyone else. Today, he had better say yes, or else. He was in love with Justin Taylor and he had never gone out with him. He had had his share of pretty boys, but Justin Taylor was not just a pretty boy. He was smart, witty, and charming to boot. He wanted him and felt that Justin would outlast his other beaus. He might be the one to last.

Justin knew the time had come to find another allergist. He didn’t like having to always fight him off and besides, Dr. Bellbottom was too old and not his type. He was not attracted to him at all. Why couldn’t the doctor get it through his skull that this was not going to happen? He needed his injection. The new doctor couldn’t see him till next month and he wasn’t going to go without. He would request the transfer of all his records to the new doctor. It was good to change, he kept telling himself. He had a lot of plans and he was going to be traveling soon so he needed to get used to change. His paintings were going to be shown in NYC, San Francisco, and Pittsburgh of all places in the next few months.

He was a student in Chicago’s Institute of Fine Arts who was already accumulating awards for his art as well as having had two gallery showings with all his art sold out the first night of each show. Today was his twentieth birthday. He was going to go clubbing and get himself well-fucked after tonight’s opening of his third show. People were begging for invitations to tonight’s opening and he was written up in the newspapers for the last two days. He had already bought his first tux for the showing, a Hugo Boss. He was going to be wearing a blue sparkling Italian silk shirt underneath. The tux had a bolero jacket. It fit in with the theme of this showing. He was on his way to becoming a superstar in his art world. Though he was a student at the school, he was also a teacher’s assistant to help pay for school since his well-to-do parents didn’t like what he had picked to do with his life. He had his own class that he taught. Many instructors liked to sit in when they could. Justin had a fresh way of looking at art and they seemed to feel revitalized from his teachings. They hadn’t drawn this well since their youth. Justin Taylor had inspired them all. They knew he would have a long productive art career ahead of him. They felt that with Justin’s personality and ability to make other’s feel special, he would make the art world swoon over him. He had been nurtured well at the school and they always found ways for Justin to pay his school tuition etc.

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Getting out of his friend’s car, Justin waves to Daphne and reminds her to pick him up in half an hour. She drove off to get them coffees because both had not had the time for breakfast. His appointment was at 9am and he didn’t want to be late. Dr. Bellbottom had a fit when he was late. He walked into the building and went straight to the suite that housed his dr. “Hello, Evelyn. Is he ready for me? I am early. Better early than late with Bellysmelly. He is a bottom I would never want to house myself no matter how desperate.

“Ahh! Justin, you look rather spiffy. What is the occasion?” the dr. queries, brushing up against Justin’s hip as he sighs. Justin just glares at him.

“Oh, nothing. After this I am going to the spa to pamper myself before the big show tonight. By the way, can you also give me the flu shot today? With everything on my plate the next few months and the flu epidemic going around, I can’t take any chances.”

“Of course, Justin, why don’t we go out and have breakfast together this morning. You usually don’t go for breakfast till after your shots.” Here we go again. I can’t take all these passes. It isn’t proper for a doctor to constantly try to seduce. He was touching me on my thigh. Not necessary. His voice is husky. What the fuck is he thinking?

“No. I have too much to do today. Daphne is picking up breakfast as I speak.”

“What about after the show, we can go dancing? I know you always go to a club after a showing. I really would like to date you.” He says as he caresses Justin’s cheek with his hand. Justin pulls away. “What the hell are you doing? I am not one of your play toys and never will be.” Justin says this as Dr. Bellbottom is injecting him with the shot he came to get.

“Oh, Justin. I need to get the other vaccine from the refrigerator. I will be right back.” Justin nods. He didn’t know I was going to want a flu shot so he probably needs to get it. When he comes back, he has the injection all prepared and wipes down Justin’s arm as usual. He then injects the fluid into Justin, but it isn’t the flu shot he injected. Justin leaves unawares. “Oh, by the way, Dr. Bellbottoms, I have procured another allergist. Please send the files to him.” Thanks. Evelyn hands him a release. Unfortunately, not soon enough.

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