Brian the B/s Builder

Although this piece has gay and straight seduction elements, its primary purpose is to tell a morality story that ends (sort of) happily. It is moral because the good triumph after tribulations and challenges.

THE STORY CONTINUES

I am falling in love with George and out of love with my girlfriend, Ann. He and I are plotting against Brian. I don't know why. I know that it involved George getting me to jettison my girlfriend to stay overnights with him. George won a £6,000 bet with Brian.

I was happier being in a non sexual relationship with George than fucking my girlfriend. At this stage, Ann and I lived in Brian's caravan. This was a temporary measure while Brian's firm added an extension to the cottage that Ann had recently inherited.

George and I worked on the garden so I knew that the builders were conspicuous by their absence. The cottage remained behind security fencing.

BRIAN

I asked George "Why do you hate Brian?"

He replied "Brian met my widowed mother. He was 30 years her junior and even younger than me. Brian soon moved in with her. They slept in the same bed that Mum used to share with my Dad.

Brian encouraged me to go to University. It wasn't concern for me. He didn't want me to be around. Mum and Brian married soon after. I didn't get an invite to the wedding.

I returned from Uni for the Summer holidays. My mother had changed completely. She had given up all her social ties. She had become Brian's sex slave. My mother used to criticise porn. Now she watched whatever porn Brian liked. He fucked her very often. I was glad to get back to Uni.

I met Joan at Uni and we planned to get married. After I graduated Joan and I moved back to the village. Unknown to me, Brian started to fuck Joan as well as my mum. He regularly had 3 in a bed sessions while I was at work.

But Brian wasn't really interested in my mother or my girlfriend. He really wanted Mum's house. What he didn't know was that Dad had left the house to me, but with the proviso that Mum could live in it until she died.

He only discovered it when Mum died. He wanted me to give him the house.

A month later, Brian got Joan to suggest that we had a 3 in the bed session.

She made the mistake of saying "because Brian fucks so beautifully. He gives me the best orgasms imaginable."

I said to Joan "You and he can fuck off. That was the last I saw of Joan. She is now a prostitute in Southampton and Brian is her controller."

CULTS

George asked "What cults do you know about?"

I replied "The best known one is Manson, who got his followers to murder Sharon Tate. Then there was the those Waco people and then the mass suicide in the jungle. And then there was that weird looking guy who believed in space ships."

George replied "The strangest one is a polygamous community. If you offend the leader he will make you move out from your house. He will get another man to move into your house and bed your wife."

I replied "And they just let it happen. Its madness."

CULT BASICS

George replied "Not to cult members. They are excessively devoted to an authoritarian leader. The leader encourages maximum dependency on him. He exerts excessive control over members' lives, he dictates personal choices, relationships, and finances. He encourages members to cut ties with family and friends."

Then came the bombshell.

George said "Brian is running a sex cult. He traps people who want an inner experience by way of unbridled sex. Your girlfriend is a cult member. She will do whatever Brian tells he to.

Once Brian gets bored with her, Ann will end up as another of his prostitutes."

PROVING

I replied "Can you prove any of this?"

George replied "Ann has sold the cottage she inherited. She has sold it to Brian's cult for a nominal £1. Look at the Land Registry registration."

George handed me a laptop. Ann had indeed sold a £200,000 cottage for £1. I couldn't believe it. And George and I had spent a lot of our time bringing the overgrown garden back into life. We would have added to its saleability.

George continued "He needed to get the cottage before you got married. Otherwise you would own it jointly. That is why he got you both away from the village straight away. That was why he got you staying in his caravan."

I said "Cult rule. Encourage cult members to cut ties with family and friends."

While in Brian's caravan I was isolated and depressed, especially since Ann had a job for 5 nights a week.

George said "I can prove that Ann has consistently lied to you. She is not, and has never been, employed at Studland Grand hotel. When she got picked up, she went to sex parties organised by Brian."

George then showed me his laptop. Ann did not appear as the Night Supervisor. Someone else held that position.

George said "Tonight is supposed to be one of Ann's nights working at the hotel. I left a daysack in the bar earlier today. Phone the hotel and the real Night Supervisor will answer."

I made the phone call and Ann didn't answer. I felt really shitty.

George said "Short of kidnapping and deprogramming her, you have lost your girlfriend forever."

THE BET

George then said "Brian has one weakness. He is a compulsive gambler. He has bets with unsavoury characters. He lost a lot of money to them. My £6,000 winnings is a drop in the ocean. In total he lost £200,000 to the gangsters.

Brian is property rich and cash poor. His gambling money comes from his building firm. He was desperate to get back the cash he lost.

The oldest mistake in gambling is to chase your losses. Staking money at short odds is a mug's game. A small loss becomes astronomical in a short time.

I offered him 1 to 5 on a horse race cert. To win back the £200,000 he has lost Brian staked a cool £1,000,000.

I offered the bet in front of the usual witnesses. One of those witnesses is on our side. Brian didn't want to lose face in front of his friends so he accepted."

THE RACE

I asked "What happens if the horse wins?"

George said "I lose the house and all my savings. But if Brian loses he will be bankrupt. I know the jockey and I know that she will have an off day. The true odds are 1 to 100, not 1 to 5.

I said "I wouldn't be happy risking everything even though the odds were in my favour."

George said "I can't say I am over the moon about it. But this is my one shot. Do you want a day out at the races? Bobby Bubbles runs on Saturday at Exeter in the 2 40.

I agreed to go to the Devon and Exeter Racecourse.

To be continued