Brian the B/S Builder Pt. 01

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 BEGINS

I am Steven McDade, I am 22 and happily married but working in a job that I hate.

My wife. Maggie. at the age of 23, inherited a £200K cottage in Wood Lane village, Dorset when her uncle died.

Alongside this she had a regular income from her uncle's gilt (government issued guaranteed return) bonds. She also hated her job so we decided to move and live in the rural village. Things would be tight but we could manage, especially if one of us got a job.

We both handed in our notice. We would live more happily in a rural idyll.

OUR FIRST IMPRESSIONS

The uncle's solicitor gave us a set of keys. It was now mid November.

The whole place was junk filled and smelly. We hired a skip and started to fill it with all the mouldy things the uncle had left. His bed sheets were covered in cum stains and he had old porn magazines hidden in lots of places. Unfortunately they weren't in saleable condition.

The cottage was obviously in need of lots of remedial work. The bath was so stained that it was destined for the skip. But we had to use it for the time being.

The cottage was also rather small. Maggie wanted an extension to get an extra bedroom and a lounge with French doors to the back garden.

The garden was probably once her uncle's pride and joy. Now it was overgrown with brambles and assorted weeds. Somewhere underneath the weeds was a small patio area.

BRIAN THE BUILDER

Among the junk mail was an advert for a local firm of builders. We were a young naive couple in a hurry. We phoned the mobile number. Enter the builder Brian.

Brian the builder said "Bog standard. Ball park figure, £20,000."

Maggie signed the contract. Maggie is impulsive but this was reckless.

Brian said "I have a caravan you can stay in while we complete your dream cottage. You can use my kitchen and bathroom. You are only using the caravan as a bedroom."

Maggie and I packed our bags for a second time. Neither Maggie or I have a driver's licence so Brian drove us over to his caravan. We were now totally dependent on him.

MAGGIE GETS A JOB

The ever helpful Brian got my wife a job at Studland Grand Hotel as a night receptionist. This was 7 miles away from the caravan. He even organised someone from the hotel to give her a lift there and back.

ISOLATED

On her work nights Maggie would get dressed and her lift would arrive. While I was happy for her getting a job, it meant I was even more isolated.

If I wanted to go to the loo, or have a shower or wash our clothes it meant walking up to Brian's house. Not only was I lonely but I hated being beholden to Brian. I hated washing our clothes and having them on display in their indoor airing room. It meant that Brian saw Maggie's bra and panties.

But I had no alternative since our clothes would never dry in the caravan.

REGRETS

I regretted my decision to leave Bournemouth and my job. Even having a job you hate gives some company. When Maggie came home she was tired and went straight to her single bed. By this time I was fully awake.

On her 2 days off we had sex. The prospect of nookie kept me sane. My hand became my dick's best friend when she was at work. But masturbation reinforced the feeling of being isolated.

I couldn't handle the loneliness any more. I wanted to go back to Bournemouth or I would go stir crazy. The constant rain was making me depressed. But Maggie was happy. I held on to the hope that the cottage would be finished by May.

BRIAN THE (PRETEND) FRIEND

Brian knocked at the caravan door.

He told me "I will change the security fence around the cottage so that you can work on the back garden. George, one of the villagers, is a keen gardener and will help you."

I was overjoyed. The next day I walked to our cottage. It didn't look like much had changed, except that Brian had adjusted the security fence.

GEORGE THE (REAL) FRIEND

George said "I am George, your neighbour. Its such a shame that Fred let the garden get into such a state. But together we will make it great again."

George and I drew up a plan for the garden. We went to the garden most days, even when the weather was horrid. George and I would chat about everything and anything.

THE REVELATION

After a month, George said "You may have noticed the lack of activity by your builders. Its not down to the bad weather, though it has been a miserable time. They are a bad lot. I think I know what they are up to. You should prepare yourself for some really bad news."

THE PRETENCE

George then asked "Can you pretend that we are more than friends?"

I said "You mean that we are having a gay relationship? You know that I am straight."

George said "They know that I am bisexual. They know that you are straight. It gives them an enormous amount of fun to get a straight man to do gay things. So, can you string them along, play them at their own miserable game?"

I said "I suppose I could. Why is it necessary? and who are they?"

WHO ARE THEY?

George said "Least said at this stage the better. But all will become clear once they know that you are my sexual partner."

To be continued