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Chapter Ninety-two
Previously,
“Vlad, I need your help to come home with me to take apart my Bowflex machine and load it into the truck to bring it here. It would be nice to get it here before Scott returns.”
“Does tomorrow work? We should be out of the pool around 6:00 if coach is true to form. Do we need any more help? I’d like to show Robb my piano.”
“Robb, you free tomorrow night?”
“Sure, I’ll be at the conservatory Thursday night preparing for my A.R.C.T. but Wednesday’s fine. What’s up?”
“Grab some music and come home with us. Tell me what you think of my old Heintzman while Vlad and I dismantle my Bowflex. It shouldn’t take that long because we don’t need to totally disassemble it,” Ryan said.
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**
“Hello, Fred. How is my favourite organist tonight?”
“Hi there, Scott. Feel like learning some César Franck, perhaps Grande Pièce Symphonique, Op. 17? It goes something like this.”
He played a few bars which I recognized. We were back at the organ console at Robb’s church. I noticed that it was 46 pages long. When it was my turn, considering all the notes scattered over the pages, I enjoyed the fact that César Franck wanted me to play the first part “Andantino serioso,” or roughly, “slowly and seriously.” I managed to stretch this part past ten minutes. When I got to the “Allegro” movement I remembered why I loved this piece. It’s soft and sweet and repeats a five note sequence throughout so by the end of the movement my right hand played it automatically. It’s kind of like that! It was a sweet ten minute interlude. The final six minutes, the “Allegro non-troppo e maestoso” reiterated what had gone before, contained a couple of minutes of extremely busy pedaling, and brought it to an exciting majestic lease-breaking climax slightly disrespecting Franck’s instructions of “not too majestic” due to my ignorance of the Italian language.
“Scott, you’ve grasped the concept of music of the romantic era but it’s time for more baroque. You know, an organ recital wouldn’t be complete without one of Bach’s six Schübler Chorales. The first of the Schübler Chorales, Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme, or Awake, the voice is calling us, BWV 645 is very popular. I’ll play it for you.
He used the krummhorn on the positif again as counterpoint to his right hand on the great. At first it felt like playing scales but got more interesting further in, and kept both hands and feet busy.
“Nicely done. Here’s another I included when there were school kids in the audience at my performances at Expo ’67 in Montréal. Air from Orchestral Suite No 3 in D major BWV 1068 also known as Air on the G string. Kids always find that amusing. 1967 was an excellent year for me with the almost daily recitals which paid very well. It was also the year for the International Congress Of Organists convention where I also performed, the only Canadian receiving that honour. After that summer, I bought myself a brand new Mercedes only to have some fool back into the front end at a stoplight. He went into the intersection, backed up, but forgot to shift back into drive. I leaned on my very obnoxious teutonic horn to warn him, but only managed to raise his ire, so he floored it when the light changed. The worst part, I was driving it home from the dealership, it’s maiden voyage. I could have cried. Three weeks later it was almost as good as new.”
I didn’t tell Fred that I learned Air on the G string a couple of years earlier, so when I sat down to play, I canceled his registration and hammed it up like I used to, solo on a 4’ violone stop, drawing the tremulant on and off to make it sound like a violin vibrato, while accompanying with a flute celeste on the swell which I played by thumbing down, or playing the melody and accompaniment with the same hand. I thought it sounded really good but Fred accused me of being a frustrated theatre organist but with a wink.
“You’ve progressed rapidly and are a fine player. Would you be interested in learning Max Reger’s Variations and Fugue on an original theme in F sharp minor, Op. 73? It was one of my major accomplishments but it will be pushing you to your limits, however I’m confident you can do it. I did my inaugural performance in New York at St. John the Divine cathedral around 1969. I practiced for months. It’s about 40 minutes long. At that time I was one of three organists in the world who could perform it. The Aeolian-Skinner organ sounded lovely in one of the largest cathedrals in the world with nine seconds of reverberation. I even had a young chap from Toronto, whom accompanied me to New York as registrant/page turner. I had him draw on the state trumpet en chamade for the final chord. Magnificent! That stop sounded like ripping oilcloth. It was the loudest stop on any church organ in America, produced with a high pressure blower creating 50 inches of wind pressure, or 10 times the usual. It was at the opposite end of the cathedral and the sound arrived about a second after the notes were played,” Fred said.
“Well, if your page-turner could read it, I should be able to, as well. It looks difficult. Can you play the first page for me?”
The work was very dramatic but dark, unlike anything I’ve ever played, and certainly I couldn’t imagine playing it, but when I started, I set a goal to at least finish the first page. Trouble was that Fred kept flipping the pages. I was ready for a break after. I wished he made a recording so I wouldn’t have to play it again. I cancelled the registration, slid off the end of the bench and took a bow to a non-existent audience which concealed a back stretch after ¾ of an hour of intense concentration and playing about a million notes from 39 pages while testing Henry’s theory.
“Hallelujah! Gott zu loben.”
“I don’t speak German. What’s that mean?”
“Hallelujah! God be praised, but actually, I don’t speak it either. It just sounds scholarly,” he chuckled. “It’s the name of a heavy German Chorale Fantasia by Reger that nobody in their right mind would perform except for the Royal Canadian College of Organists, the professional organization of which I was elected to its council,” Fred chuckled. “If you want something for a sombre occasion, try Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber.”
He slid over and started playing it so softly it was barely audible. I joined him on the bench to follow what he was doing and to read the music. When he came to a rest, he slid down and told me to take over. I didn’t have a panic attack and played with feeling and emotion, with a sense the music was just happening and I was just observing, sort of like an out-of-body experience. This had to be the most beautiful piece I’ve played.
“You captured the music, Scott. You maintained the correct cadence while using more rubato than I do, but years of training and teaching often isolates the performer from what the composer had in mind. I hope you didn’t mind me being your registrant and page turner. Congratulations, you played it with your heart which I think is big by what you’ve said about your flatmates, big and full of love,” Fred said.
“Speaking of hearts I had a new doctor today who seemed very thorough so I thought maybe our lessons would end, but apparently not. They just brought me back after a bunch of tests and I sat in the chair...”
“Sorry to hear that. Can’t they revive you like before?”
I’m not hooked up to the monitor and everybody went out of the room, so it’s going to be too late. I was going to suggest we could resume lessons at my place next week when the organ is instal...”
“Scott? Well, I think they must have found you, old boy!”
**
“Breathe deeply.”
“Why am I on the floor?”
“Your heart stopped. They found you slumped over in the chair. It was faster to pull you to the floor to perform CPR than try to get you back to your bed. We’re going to analyze the data on your Holter looking for clues. We’re waiting for an orderly to do the heavy lifting. You’re really solid,” the doctor said.
“Oh, you! I get you cleaned up and an hour later it looks like you got yourself into a bar-room brawl, passed out on the floor. Let’s get you to your bed,” the orderly said in his soft Caribbean accent, as he lifted me to my feet and escorted me to softer surroundings.
“We’ve put your belongings on your table. Can we get you anything?”
“Maybe a glass of water, a cookie, and my phone, please,” I said.
There was a text from Vlad that Aaron was flying home as soon as he finds a flight and that Vlad wondered why he didn’t get a text reply.
“Oh shit, everyone including me is pushing the fucking panic button. Better call Vlad,” I muttered to myself.
“It’s me. Don’t panic. A new doctor ordered a bunch of tests and I just got back...”
“Thank God. I’ve been crying and feeling guilty for not coming to see you today, then Aaron called and didn’t believe me when I said you were fine. Frankly, neither did I. Scott, he loves you so much and I didn’t want to worry him. So when do you get the results?” he asked.
“Assuming the Holter monitor didn’t break when I fell, they’ll be analyzing what little data may be on it. It was supposed to collect 24 hours of my heart...”
“You fell? You fell! Damn. Was it this hard for you when I was sick? You’re breaking my balls...”
“It’s not like I did it on purpose! I guess my heart stopped and I passed out in my chair but not to worry, I learned the César Franck Grande Pièce Symphonique, Op. 17, plus a couple of quiet Bach pieces, then Fred’s signature opus, Reger’s ‘Variations and Fugue on an original theme’ on Robb’s church organ. Also Barber’s Adagio for Strings. It damned near killed me except I was already dead. I wasn’t thinking straight because I asked Fred if we could continue lessons on our organ in the loft next week, overlooking the probability that this lesson was forever...”
“Stop it, Scott! It’s not funny. I had to drink a couple glasses of water because my tank was running dry from all the crying. They bloody well better find out what’s wrong or I’m coming tomorrow to kick some serious butt, and give you a BJ because I’m sure you’re ready to explode...”
“Actually, the orderly was giving me a sponge bath and his big hands felt so...”
“It’s no wonder your heart keeps stopping, you whore! I don’t even want to hear about it. You better get your damned heart working for Friday. I’m getting tired of making all the decisions around here. I’ve ordered you a new full frame Canon 5Ds R camera and EF 28 - 300 3.5 - 5.6 L IS lens for your photo studio and assignments. It’s the best 50 MP and I’m putting it through our business because you need a good camera to photograph properties we hold mortgages on. So, if you don’t get better, you don’t get to keep it. Okay?” Vlad said.
“How much?”
“Not telling. Don’t want you to have a 3rd heart attack today. Scott, I love you. Just...just get the Hell well. And if you can’t get better for me, at least stay alive for Aaron. The boy loves you more than you know. I’ll text you when I know when he’ll be here. Kisses, partner. Now tell me, do you have a hard-on?” Vlad asked.
“Yes, and you better get one for when Aaron gets back. I might have to give up fucking due to my heart, but DP is on my mind.”
“What did he say?” Ryan asked.
“He is going to be fine. He wants us to fuck. Right here. Right now. And record it for him with my phone.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Let me send this spreadsheet to Scott to see if he is happy with it while you take your skates off. I don’t have a skate fetish,” Vlad said, as his phone rang.
“Hey.”
“I’m coming on the 9:45AM flight. Adam’s driving me to the airport. Any further word on Scott?” Aaron asked.
“Your instincts are working. I just got off the phone with him. He learned a whole lot of organ pieces but he’s okay.”
“I was on the verge of panic for close to two hours. He couldn’t have been dead for that long. Time and space seem to be all fucked up when he goes to Neverland.”
“He learned five pieces, one of which was 45 minutes long so the time fits. Why don’t you call him? It should cheer him up.”
“It’s after 9. I would rather surprise him. I’ll call him when I land at the island airport. I’m a little nervous about flying.”
“You’ll be fine. I’ve been over the ocean several times. It gets boring for me but your flight is only about an hour. Why don’t you send him a short text that you’re coming tomorrow and text me when you get here. I’ll be in class but you can take the truck to the hospital. I’ll make you a map to find it. Sorry the place is messy because nobody has felt like doing anything,” Vlad said.
“Okay Vlad. Your condo here is pristine. I’ve had lots of time during the day for cleaning, so even the mirror in your bathroom is immaculate with no more flossing specks. I’ll tidy up when I get there and stick a broom up my ass so I can sweep the floor at the same time. By the way, I’m staying to look after Scott until after your wedding. Hugs.”
Vlad made the map for Aaron and printed some of Scott’s photo release forms to give the team members, then found Scott’s good camera, tripod, and a soft box. If Scott wants a porno flick he will get a good one. After setting up the camera and light in the middle bedroom, he shed his clothes and joined Ryan just going into the shower. He was in a “ready to perform” state which got Vlad hot and bothered. Washing each other only intensified the feeling. They discussed scenes for their porno flick and decided on everything imaginable. Vlad would wear his jockstrap to add some colour and a little kink.
“Hey hunk, lie in the middle of the bed so I can focus,” Vlad said.
After turning the light and camera on, Vlad jumped on Ryan and started making out then abruptly stopped, jumped out of the bed, and stopped the camera.
“Whaaa? You were getting me worked up and then ended it. What’s with that?” Ryan quizzed.
“Oh sorry, that was just a test to see if it was working properly. I’m just checking to make sure we don’t have to do take after take until we get it right.”
“But I want to, Vlad. You really turn me on, and just making love with you, just the two of us -- I’m okay having an all-nighter or whatever it takes,” Ryan said.
“It looks good. I won’t mess with the settings. It’ll be recording audio at the same time, just so you know.”
They started in much the same way for a minute then Ryan knelt over Vlad’s smooth, white, round ass and gave him a back massage which included everything from his scalp to his toes. It didn’t take Vlad very long before he was moaning and adjusting himself. Ryan lay on top of him with penis verticalis perfectly aligned and pressed into the separation of the two perfectly perky orbs of plenty.
Ryan continued by sucking Vlad’s toes while he massaged his feet, all while turned slightly toward the camera. By the time he worked his hands lovingly up his long legs Vlad indicated he was ready for anything. That’s when Ryan buried his face in Vlad’s lily white cheeks, nicely framed by the straps of the jock. The moaning took on a more urgent edge as Ryan forced his tongue deeper inside.
“Let’s get that jock off.”
“Get me off but the jock stays!” Vlad said.
Ryan was leaking right into Vlad’s hole, providing all the needed lube, while nibbling Vlad’s neck.
“Fuck me!”
“Your jock is in the way.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure a way around it. Indulge my fantasy."
The crimson red jock stayed on. Vlad gave Ryan a good sucking, playing it up to the camera, getting Ryan very slippery while he fingered his boy. He couldn’t take it much longer so he lay on Vlad and stuffed little Ryan in his mate’s hot moist hole, while rotating to leave a 30 degree wedge for the camera to see the intense action. The jock’s straps yielded quickly to a most erect all-round athletic lover. They were super horny filming their premier dirty movie for the man they most wished was physically in bed with them partaking of this pleasure of the flesh.
“I think I could shoot hands free from your pile driver but I want to give you a facial. Are you close?” Vlad asked.
“I want to cum in Scott’s mouth by proxy then share it with you while Scott watches.”
“Finger my prostate. I want to shoot through the pouch fabric of this jock. I think Scott will blow hands free when he sees us climax,” Vlad said, as Ryan turned around and humped Vlad’s cheek and quickly saturated Ryan’s face and mouth.
Vlad was the big cummer, forcing a big high pressure load through the warp and weft of the fabric accompanied by a loud sexy moan. Bukkaki on Vlad was more about a sense of closure and finality, and a push over the edge for Scott. It was a fantasy for both of them, making Vlad climax, being unable to prevent it. The double whammy was Vlad’s husband-to-be being the man in control while Vlad was submissive to his more muscular, boy-next-door handsome, athletic, studly lover.
“Baby, you could finger fuck me to climax again, in case Scott didn’t blow his load...”
“Vlad, I want to be your boy-toy. Fuck me hard and when you’re ready, pull out, shoot it on my hole then ram it in with your beautiful big cock, as deep as possible. Scott can identify with any or all of our sordid behaviour,” Ryan said.
None of this was new territory for the boys, other than the jock, so they didn’t need a TelePrompter. Action unfolded naturally as an expression of their love for each other, and for poor Scott, sequestered in the hospital.
Afterward, Ryan devoured his creampie then flipped Vlad over and sucked the clinging love-juice from Vlad’s jock, then they kissed, turned towards the camera and did their best copy of Robb’s exaggerated one-eyed wink to the camera.
“Do you think we need a take two just in case?”
“My ass is telling me no, so let’s edit it and add some humorous chyrons to break the tension and describe the action, like, as if Scott needs a ‘how-to’ manual!” Vlad chuckled.
“You know, Scott likes his boys clean so can we finish it off with a shower scene?” Ryan asked.
They hauled camera and lights next door to the shower room and set up the camera on a low tripod, angled up to concentrate on their junk.
They enjoyed the shower after Vlad took care of business with both noting their high degree of arousal during filming the entire scene.
The video card was uploaded to the computer and it was decided to leave as much intact as possible, just editing the start and finish, retaining the sound track giving it a voyeur show feeling. They had a Scotch while in the library, editing on the old Mac Pro. The Scotch provided caption creativity, like when Vlad’s ass had a caption running below it, ‘Tight end or wide receiver? You decide.’ Vlad sat on Ryan’s lap while editing, making things hard. Nevertheless, the project was complete and uploaded to Dropbox with the link emailed to Scott marked NSFW.
**
“Mr. Williams, we were looking for a single cause for your sudden cardiac arrests or SCA’s. Because of your possibility of a collapsed lung, we assumed it to be related to insufficient oxygen and in retrospect it probably was to some extent.
I suspected an electrolyte imbalance yet the initial blood work showed potassium and sodium within a normal range. The second panel indicated a low potassium reading compared to the first. It’s essential for normal functioning of the heart’s electrical system.
Arrhythmogenic right ventricular cardiomyopathy usually affects teens or young adults and can cause a SCA in young athletes. In an event, some heart muscle cells die and are replaced with scar tissue. The scar tissue damages the heart’s electrical system resulting in electrical signals spreading abnormally throughout the heart. These changes to the heart increase the risk of dangerous arrhythmias and SCA. CHD (coronary heart disease) seems to cause most cases of SCA in adults. Many of these adults, however, have no signs or symptoms of CHD before having SCA.
When you put it all together, very low potassium levels in the blood, severe lack of oxygen, intense physical activity with the hormone adrenaline being released. This hormone can trigger SCA. Can you see where I’m going with this? It’s beginning to look like the perfect storm! We haven’t eliminated the possibility of familial cardiac problems because you indicated ‘none known’ on your questionnaire. A tendency to have arrhythmias runs in some families. This tendency is ‘inherited’ meaning parents pass the gene for the disease on to their kids. Researchers continue to look for the genetic links to cardiomyopathy and to explore how these links cause or contribute to the various types of the disease. Other factors such as certain toxins like heavy metals or byproducts of combustion and excessive alcohol use can impact negatively.
So Scott, we have a perfect storm and when we thought things couldn’t get worse, you got hit with a tidal wave. The emerg doctor who shipped you down here was on the ball. I don’t have to tell you how close you came to dying because you already did several times,” the doctor said.
“Can anything be done or should I carry a defibrillator with me with instructions on it?” I asked.
“Scott, let’s make a deal. I won’t join your swim team if you don’t park in my reserved ‘Surgeons Only’ parking space, so no stethoscope around your neck, okay? A patient who acts as his own physician has a fool for a patient,” he chuckled. “However, you are on the right track. You’ve heard of a pacemaker that regulates the heart rate for people with arrhythmia? One of those won’t help you.”
“So I was right? I need to carry a defibrillator with me? I asked.
“An implantable cardioverter defibrillator (ICD) is a small device that's placed in the chest or abdomen. It’s used to help treat irregular heartbeats. An ICD uses electrical pulses or shocks to help control life-threatening arrhythmias, especially those that can cause SCA. Normally, an electrical signal begins in a group of cells called the sinoatrial (SA) node and spreads from the top to the bottom of the heart, coordinating the timing of heart cell activity. First, the heart's two upper chambers, the atria, contract. This contraction pumps blood into the heart's two lower chambers, the ventricles. They then contract and pump blood to the rest of the body. The combined contraction of the atria and ventricles is a heartbeat. I hope you are paying attention because there’s going to be a quiz afterwards.
An ICD has wires with electrodes on the ends that connect to your heart chambers. The ICD will monitor your heart rhythm. If the device detects an irregular rhythm in your ventricles, it will use low-energy electrical pulses to restore a normal rhythm.
If the low-energy pulses don't restore your normal heart rhythm, the ICD will switch to high-energy pulses for defibrillation. The high-energy pulses last only a fraction of a second, but they can be painful. Any questions so far?” he asked.
“How does the battery get recharged, how much does it cost and will I be able to get back on the team?” I asked.
“You are getting ahead of me. We feel your condition may improve from catheter ablation which is a minimally invasive procedure in which we thread a flexible thin tube, a catheter, through the blood vessels to your heart to terminate (ablate) abnormal electrical pathways in the heart tissue. Now to answer your question. We don’t recharge the battery. We throw the whole thing out after five years and ding you fifty thousand dollars for a new one. Luckily you’re in Canada so it’s free. Once the incision heals you could get back in the pool.
You are an excellent candidate for the ICD but I must warn you. The shock, if, as, or when it happens is 750 volts. It’s generally referred to as the ‘Jesus’ shock because it’s totally unexpected as is the language emitted from the patient’s mouth when it happens. The ICD is a sophisticated little device with lots of electronics. It even ‘phones home’ to download the data it collects and a record of when it produces a low level or high level shock, and if you don’t pay the bill we can turn it off from our computer. That, while true, was a joke. Also, some people have developed PTSD from the fear and anxiety over the pain. You will also have a three inch scar.
First we want to get your potassium level stabilized. You didn’t have any events before the fire. Have you had any potassium rich food lately like bananas or orange juice?”
“I haven’t had anything to eat since Saturday and that was a steak. I had a small OJ Saturday morning,” I said.
“Hold on a sec.”
The doctor entered instructions on his iPad..
“Okay, I ordered K IV. That drip should get your potassium up quickly. With some luck, that might fix you up. We will want to go the ICD route as well but if it’s only there just in case, it won’t subject you to the dreaded ‘Jesus shock’ and of course it will monitor your heart. In the mean time I’ll talk to the Electrophysiology team to book the ICD insertion. I’m a thoracic surgeon. The other guys are implanting pacemakers and ICD’s all the time. It’s what they do. I’m going to have the crash cart and attendants to your room for a few hours until potassium stabilizes,” he said.
The potassium arrived and was introduced into the saline IV. Moments later a lab worker said she was here for the hypokalemia and drew some blood to check the electrolytes again.
**
With a sense of relief, I decided to check my email, then perhaps try to get some sleep for a change. That plan went out the window when I saw a text from Aaron saying he would be here tomorrow morning and an email from Vlad marked NSFW with a link. I stuffed the earbuds in my ears and streamed the dirty video from the cloud.
I was overwhelmed that they would put the effort in this film just for me, and with how stimulating it was watching my friends making love. I missed the friendship, love and lovemaking which was very much part of my life now. It affected me on so many levels, not the least of which was sexual. I longed to replace Ryan for a few seconds, my estimate of how long I could keep from ejaculating. In fact, when Ryan climaxed, I did the same, hands free. When I saw the thick cum blast through Vlad’s jock, I adjusted my package resulting in triggering a second explosion.
The thought of Aaron being beside me tomorrow weighed heavily on my emotions. It was only a week since I left Aaron in Ottawa but it felt like six months.
To be continued ...
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