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Brian’s Sleep Walking Adventure
Parts 1-7 were
originally posted to a newsgroup. Many of the group members thought I had
treated Brian badly while others disagreed, thinking he got what he deserved
for cheating with steroids. To give the story a “happier” ending, I added this
sequel, part 8, to the story. I hope you enjoy it.
My thanks to
SlvGina for her help in developing the character of Brian’s Uncle and my thanks
to the nice
Part 8, Brian’s Revenge
Chapter 13
This story contains scenes
of spanking, forced homosexuality and oral sex as well as other erotic themes
involving adult men of college age or older. If such subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. All
persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any
resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is
totally unintentional and a pure coincidence This work is copyright by the
author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private
copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The
author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive
criticism, and suggestions.
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It was Monday
night at the Gym and three young college men sat in the Coach's office,
silently while another paced, agitated. The other three were still and somber
while the fourth was excited and smiling.
Matt was thinking,
I'm screwed, I am going to be a pimp and prostitute's bouncer because I was a
drunken bastard and screwed up one of my Fraternity brothers. He's in a lot of
trouble and it's my fault. If I don't go along, I'll be a prostitute as well,
and might get beaten to death and raped too.
Mark was
thinking, I've got to leave town or something, I have screwed up now. I will
lose my scholarship and get arrested and jailed, just like Brian. We're sure to
get caught by the police. Even if the authorities don't find out, the brothers
will and they will beat the crap out of me and the asshole who talked me into
screwing with Brian that night. My life over.
Bruno was
apprehensive. He was deep in the closet. He had a crush on Brian after he saw
what a great athlete he was, how hard he worked, how beautiful he was and how
nice he was to everyone. At first he was mad at the man who had humiliated his
former team and so obviously used drugs to help him do it. Now the man he loved
most in the world was in trouble and his asshole former Coach had asked him to
help fuck him up some more. He had to take the job to try to save Brian, even
though Brian would never know why. Bruno had no money and didn't know anyone.
What could he do, how could he help Brian get free? All he knew was he had to
try.
Luke, completely
unaware of what had happened at the Jail and what the coach was up to, was just
happy his Uncle Joe had arranged for him to punish Brian and humiliate him for
the next year and tonight, in front of his old team and a couple of Brian's
buddies. That would fix that cheating bastard!
Luke's cell phone
rang. The excited Luke listened and flipped his phone closed. "That was
the coach. They're on their way. I thought that pervert was a homo, he's naked
and he's going to suck the coach's cock all the way!"
Bruno's heart
almost stopped, his massive fists clenched!
Matt and Mark
cringed, Brian wasn't a homo. Everyone knew he was a straight virgin!
Luke grinned like
he had just won 20 million in the lottery.
**********
Meanwhile, Brian
was naked except for his dog collar decorated with a big pink ribbon and
another pink ribbon tied tightly around his package.
He was sucking
the long thin cock sticking out of the coach's smelly crotch.
The coach was
taking him to the Gym for further humiliation.
The beginning of
a life of sin and degradation had begun.
Brian's ass was
raw from the rape in the jail, his lips were chapped and his neck was sore from
all the throat fucking he had endured the night before. Yet, Brian was feeling
a thrill of excitement, adrenaline was pumping through his veins.
He shouldn't be
excited by this "fate worse than death" but his pencil dick was as
hard as a rock, throbbing and leaking from the visions of depravity the coach
had painted for him in the court parking lot.
Brian was sucking
the coach's cock like the pro the coach was going to make him.
The gang from the
night before had trained him well and he was feeling a sort of victory about
the moans and groans he was causing in the coach.
Brian was
kneeling in front of the passenger front seat, his head in the coach's lap,
stroking the coach's cock with one hand while he balanced himself with his
other hand.
While he sucked
and licked the coach's cock, the coach would periodically reach over and slap
Brian's ass firmly to encourage him.
They had been
riding along for nearly 20 minutes.
The relatively
light but continuing spanking was making the endorphin's build and Brian was
starting to float.
The endorphins
were making the pain in his ass fade.
The combination
of the endorphins and the strong manly smell of the coach were making Brian
feel really good!
Brian mind
started to drift, his lips and tongue in automatic.
He knew he had to
get out of this situation. If he didn't, the perfect life he envisioned when he
got his scholarship would be over. Any sort of worthwhile life would be over.
His parents would
disown him if they knew what had happened, even though it was not his fault he
had been kidnapped and later framed.
His Minister, a
hard liner, would expel him from the church for being a sodomite.
With no powerful
friends and no money, what could he do? Where could he go?
Then, after a
particularly hard strike from the coach, he snapped out of his endorphin haze.
It was like he had been struck by lightening.
His Uncle Knute!
Knute's family
rarely spoke of him, even then in unflattering terms. Brian's Mother had
disowned her brother. Brian's religious Father called him the spawn of the
devil.
Brian didn't feel
that way. He was proud of his Uncle, even though he could barely remember him.
The last time he had spoken to him was during a brief visit in 1992, just after
the first Gulf War. Every birthday there was a card, a short note of affection
and a hundred bucks!
His Uncle had
been 30 in 1991. Unlike Brian, Knute was brilliant but without formal
schooling. With his hard work and using his brilliant mind, he had rapidly
risen to the rank master sergeant.
During the first
Gulf War, Knute was assigned to covert operations. His small team of tough
young Green Berets had been dropped deep behind the lines in
Knute had a
facility for languages like many Green Beret and that was what got him noticed and
recruited by that elite force. He could speak Arabic, French, Hebrew and
several other languages used in the middle east. He had learned French in High
School and the Army had found to their pleasure, that he could rapidly learn
new languages.
Knute used his
intelligence and gift to get the best out of himself and his teams.
He looked nothing
like Brian except he was almost as tall. He was 6 foot 2 inches tall with black
hair, coal black eyes, and weighed about 175 pounds. Knute was hard as steel but
slender. Except for his pale skin, he looked like he was a native of the
Knute's team was
very successful finding targets and they even captured some important
prisoners. One was a highly placed member of the Iraqi Secret Police.
The man was no
fan of Saddam but like most still decent successful men in
During the short
time that Abdul was a prisoner of Knute's team, he developed a healthy respect
and admiration for the hard brave American. Expecting torture and death,
instead, he was treated professionally and fairly. After being turned over to
US Army intelligence and largely due to Knute's behavior, he defected, finally
free of the mad regime of the Dictator. After the war, the Dictator had lashed
out, torturing and killing many of his subordinates, blaming them for his
failure. Knute had saved his life and Abdul knew it.
As a result of
the huge success of Knute's patrol and his obvious value as a covert operator,
he was noticed by the CIA and recruited to work the
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Brian had his
head buried in the coach's musky crotch, his nose frequently tickled by the
coach's wiry black pubic hair as he periodically plunged down the full length
of the coach's long thin cock.
Over the 25
minute trip, the coach had Brian keep him on the edge.
Finally the coach
was approaching the school and he ordered Brian to make him cum.
Fearing more
punishment or return to jail and the gang, Brian did as ordered, sucking,
licking and stroking for all he was worth.
The coach's balls
tightened, the precum flowed and his ass raised up to momentarily trap Brian's
head against the wheel, almost causing the van to crash.
The coach
strained to force his ass back down to get control of the van, then, jet after
jet of hot thick cum shot out of the coach's cock, at first striking Brian in
the back of his throat. Over the long trip, the coach had built a massive load.
At first, Brian
couldn't swallow fast enough, initially choking, coughing on the first stream,
the thick white cum spilling out of his nose and lips, into the coach's hairy
crotch.
Finally, Brian
got control and caught up, greedily swirling his tongue around the head of the
coach's cock, polishing the head and gathering cum like a starving cat, licking
up the best cream.
Brian was
beginning to like the taste of cum!
Slowing, to avoid
an accident, the coach's van slowly approached the Gym parking lot and pulled
into his reserved space, a small shed next to the Gym used to store outdoor
maintenance equipment.
The coach turned
off the ignition and totally relaxed. That was one of the best orgasms he had
ever had. He had a gold mine in Brian. This was going better than he hoped.
Still suckling on
the coach's cock, Brian too was coming down, embarrassed and humiliated that he
had enjoyed sucking another man's cock.
Finally
recovered, the coach grabbed Brian by an ear and firmly pulled him off of his
shrinking and now tender cock.
He opened the
driver's side door and slid out facing the interior of the car with his fly
still open. He reached down to zip up and found his fingers got wet from the
cum spilled in his crotch. Angry that Brian had been sloppy and his pants might
get wet and stained, he ordered the snorting Brian out of the Van.
"Get out
here cocksucker, on your knees and clean up this mess," he said, dropping
his pants and shorts.
Brian quickly
slid over, jumped out and kneeled on the cold pavement. He looked around trying
to figure out how he could do as ordered.
"Lick up the
cum running down my leg and on my balls. Suck the cum out of my pubic hair and
lick my cock off. Don't spend all day doing it!" Ordered the irate coach.
They made quite a
picture, the big coach standing in his reserved space, shed door still open,
his pants around his ankles while a big naked jock licked his cock and balls.
Brian couldn't
believe what the coach was forcing him to do. What if someone came along or
drove by?
"That's
enough cocksucker," said the coach.
The coach turned
around, bent over slightly with his legs spread. "Get your slutty tongue
on my ass and clean the cum off my asshole. I can feel it running down."
Disgusted and
retching from the strong smell, but afraid to refuse, he started to lick the
coach's ass crack.
"Deeper ass licker.
Get in there and tongue my asshole," ordered the coach.
Brian wiped the
flat of his still cum covered tongue, up and down the coach's hairy ass,
running it over his sticky asshole on each long swipe. It tasted bitter and
smelled worse. Still he did it over and over until there was no taste or smell
at all.
Despite the
pleasure Brian's tongue was giving him, the coach looked at his watch and
decided it was time to go in. Brian could finish up later and learn to suck his
hot asshole when he took care of the rest of the team and the probation
officers.
Coach pulled up
his shorts and pants. While he buttoned up and tightened his belt, he pointed
to a threadbare pair of oil stained work coveralls that hung on a hook next to
the exit door. "Put those on pervert. We can't have you wandering the
halls in your uniform."
The coach knew
that the four probation officers were waiting in his office and the team would
be back at school in time for the 6 PM party. This should be fun.
**********
The coach, with
the frightened Brian close behind, entered the coach's office.
Instead of the
four probation officers, only Bruno remained.
While Brian and
the coach were on their way back, everything had changed.
When Luke
announced that Brian was a homo and was sucking the coach's cock, Bruno had flipped
out.
"What the
hell are you talking about," hollered Bruno. "Brian's a straight
virgin."
Looking at the
two fraternity men, Bruno hollered, "What the hell happened Saturday
night."
Matt and Mark,
big men but still intimidated by the massive enraged Bruno, stumbled and
stammered out how Brian had sleep walked into the Living Room and stripped,
tried to curl on the couch they already sat on and freaked them out. They
explained they were drunk and how they had taken the sleep walking Brian to
North Central and left him in Luke's Laundromat, nude. They pleaded that they
had really screwed up and admitted they were stupid assholes to try to calm the
irate monster. They choked out that now the coach, with the help of Luke's
Uncle Joe, were blackmailing them to help the coach turn out Brian as a male
prostitute and gay porn star. They explained that tonight's activities were
going to be secretly filmed like the video of the jail rape and sold along with
more films planned for the University football team. They wanted to help Brian
but were afraid of the coach and his brother the Judge. The coach had
threatened they would be arrested for conspiracy to commit a sex crime and
taken to jail to be raped like Brian.
Stunned, Luke
couldn't believe it. He had interrupted their story over and over, not
believing what he and his Uncle were involved in. They just wanted to humiliate
Brian a little, not enslave him. Not only was it real wrong, if it came out, it
would ruin his whole family.
Finally, Bruno
calmed down enough that Matt and Mark were no longer afraid of getting beaten
to death by the massive football player. Brian raped, videos of it, more
planned of the high school and University football team, prostitution? Jesus
Christ, Brian was in a whole lot of trouble and now, so were they all.
Bruno told Matt
and Mark to go back to the University. Somehow, he would see to it that Brian
got back to the house. He told Luke to go home, but not call his Uncle and tell
him what was going on in case he was in on it. Protesting his Uncle's
innocence, he finally agreed when Bruno convinced him that Luke's Uncle was
better off not getting further involved for now.
Everyone left
except Bruno. He sat down heavily, his head down, eyes covered with his massive
hand, tears streaming out. He tried to think.
After a about 15
minutes of not thinking of any long term solution, he called the team captains
and told them the team meeting was off and would be rescheduled. He needed time
to think of a solution. He would tell the coach that Brian had to be back right
away to explain what had happened to the University coach or he would be
suspended from the team for skipping Sunday and Monday practice with no
explanation. Bruno figured the coach wanted Brian on the team so he could get
the video of them gang banging him.
Ten minutes
later, the coach came in and Bruno explained he had cancelled the team meeting
for the coach and sent the rest home because Brian couldn't attend. He
explained that the coach could have another meeting next Sunday, a better time
since the school would be empty and it would give the coach more time to set
things up. He added, it would give Bruno more time to smooth things over with
the University coach. He agreed to drive over the frat boys and Brian whenever
the coach wanted them back on Sunday.
Disappointed but
seeing the sense of it, he turned Brian over to Bruno and starting making
calls, dismissing them both.
Bruno grabbed the
confused but relieved Brian by the upper arm and marched him out of the coach's
office to his truck.
"Brian,
you're in a whole lot of trouble. I just literally saved your ass back
there." Said Bruno, softly.
Brian started
sniffing, trying not to cry. "I can't believe my life has been destroyed
in three days. I didn't do anything to deserve this. What am I going to do
Bruno?"
"You
asshole, you took steroids and cheated Luke out of his scholarship. God's
punishing you for your selfishness and for being a lazy jerk off."
"I know I
screwed up in High School but I haven't taken steroids in a couple of years. I
have been working hard since, trying to make it without them," blurted out
Brian.
"I know, I
have been watching you. I really like you but I don't know how to help you. Do
you have any money, know anyone that can help us out of this mess you've made?
Coach is a more powerful man than I imagined with the county Judge his brother,
hooked up with big time criminals and with the officers of the jail and county
cops against you, I don't know what to do?" Said Bruno. "We can't let
the coach film you having sex with minors on the high school team or with the
men on the University football team. He'll blackmail us all for the rest of our
lives."
"My Uncle
Knute might be able to help. He works for the government in
"Well, it is
better than nothing. What does he do?" asked Bruno, hopefully.
"I don't
know but he was a decorated Green Beret in the first Gulf War. Maybe he knows
someone that can help." Said Brian.
They rode back
silently the rest of the way, both trying to figure out what to do, each hoping
the other would think of a solution and somehow Brian's Uncle could help.
When they got to
the Fraternity, Brian snuck in and packed a bag, got his address book and class
books and returned to Bruno's truck. Brian would stay with Bruno while they
figured out what to do.
Bruno helped
Brian up to his apartment and told him to get out of the overalls. He didn't
want them to stain his furniture. Bruno didn't know what Brian was wearing or
not wearing underneath. While Brian was undressing, Bruno went into the
bathroom and took a shower, returning with a towel wrapped around him to tell
Brian it was his turn.
There in front of
him was a nude Brian, clothed only in his collar and ribbons. Stunned, Bruno
froze in place. Before him was the fulfillment of all of his fantasies. Brian
was dressed like a birthday present, just for him. He couldn't help it, his eight
inch long and almost two inch in diameter cut cock was stirring and growing.
Almost instantly, it was at full mast.
Brian couldn't
miss the large cock tenting the thin towel. Knowing his salvation rested with
his friend the huge football player, he instinctively knelt down with his hands
behind his back, head down.
Bruno asked,
"Do you know what you're about to do? Are you doing it because you have to
or want to?"
"I've liked
you since I got here Bruno and you're helping me when you don't have to. I
thought I was straight but that gang and the coach showed me that I like to
suck cock and get fucked. Let me pay you back for all you're doing. I want to
please you."
"Brian, I
love you and if you're sure, then we're going to make the best of it while we
figure out how to unravel what you've gotten yourself into." He reached
down and released the towel, walking forward, his cock bobbing as he advanced
on the beautiful submissive kneeling Brian, his lover at last.
With the massive
Bruno inches in front of him, Brian reached up and cupped Bruno's hard hairy
ass.
He gently pulled
Bruno towards him, licking his lips to moisten them.
He opened his
mouth wide and engulfed Bruno, proud of the skills he had recently learned and
happy he could use them for once on someone he liked and not get forced and
degraded for a change.
He gently licked
around his large cock head, swiping up he precum that was already flowing from
the iron cock sliding into his hot wet mouth.
With the tip of
his tongue, he licked under Bruno's cock head, making the big football quiver
and involuntarily shove more of his large cock into Brian's hot mouth.
Smiling inside
with the power he had over his protector and friend, he pulled on Bruno's ass
and swallowed him whole.
He started to
slowly bob up and down on Bruno's fat saliva soaked cock, sucking hard on it
and swirling his tongue around the crown as it withdrew.
Brian moved his
right hand down to pull gently on Bruno's hot large balls, making Bruno groan.
Encouraged, Brian
pulled off of Bruno's steely cock, making Bruno moan in protest. Brian took his
finger, ran it over Bruno's leaking cock, put it in his mouth and sucked the
precum off with an intentional pop.
He stuck his
index finger back in his mouth, pulled it out wet again and popped Bruno's cock
back in his mouth.
Brian slowly
inserted his wet finger into Bruno's loose hot ass and like Jamal taught him,
massaged Bruno's hard full prostate, making Bruno jerk back and forth out of
control.
They stayed that
way, Brian sucking, massaging Bruno's balls and prostate until Bruno couldn't
hold back any longer.
Bruno's ass
cheeks squeezed together tightly, driving his cock deep into Brian's throat
once again but this time he held Brian's head tightly against his thick thatch
of pubic hair, smothering the happy Brian and pumping him full of cum.
Finally Bruno
relaxed, empty and done in. He pulled his wet softening cock out of Brian's
mouth, walked a few feet and plopped onto the couch.
Smiling and proud
of the job he had done, Brian crawled on his hands and knees, bumping the top
of his head gently against Bruno's knee, turning and resting his head on it,
his cheek against the inside of Bruno's hairy thigh.
Bruno reached
down and gently scratched Brian's blond head, like a faithful dog. They stayed
that way for several minutes, savoring the moment.
Bruno ruffled
Brian's head, telling him it was time for bed. Even though it was early Monday,
they had both had a traumatic couple of days and needed to rest to face tomorrow.
Bruno walked into
the bedroom, Brian crawling behind, too tired to stand. Bruno climbed into
Bruno's small bed first and lie on his back, beckoning the unsure Brian. Brian
crawled in slowly and lie on his stomach, snuggled in with his head resting on
Bruno's massive chest. Bruno kissed his forehead and pulled him close with his
strong right arm. They fell asleep immediately, a smile of satisfaction and
safety finally on Brian's face.
The next morning,
Brian called his Uncle Knute and poured out the sordid details of his dilemma.
His Uncle listened carefully, asking a lot of questions about Jamal and the
threats presented by Luke's Uncle, the jail sergeant and the coach. Brian told
his Uncle that Luke didn't think his Uncle was involved but Brian wasn't sure
and didn't fully trust his old enemy.
Knute told Brian
to go along as much as he had to and he would get right back to him. He needed
to research Jamal and see if he was someone that was involved in another case
he was working with.
During the
hurricane, Knute, along with many in the agency, had volunteered to help rescue
the stranded citizens of
That had been
quite a while ago and he had lost track of the women. It was time to check up
on her and see what was going on.
It didn't take
him long to find out that she was indigent and in bad health. Like many, she
had fallen through the cracks. Knute made sure she had medical attention and
made arrangements to have her moved into safer quarters. He made a couple of
calls to some of the operatives under his command to give them some important
orders and then another to Jamal's attorney. Within three hours of speaking to
Brian, he had arranged for an emergency flight on one of the agency's jets. He
was on his way to
Knute arrived at
the small jail late Tuesday afternoon and arranged to see Jamal. He met Jamal's
lawyer and they went to a conference room in the jail.
"I just
spoke to your Aunt. She raised you, didn't she," asked Knute.
"I don't
know what business that is of yours," snarled the apprehensive Jamal.
"I think she
told you she was rescued by a big tall white man during the hurricane?"
Said Knute.
"Yeah,"
said Jamal.
"She told me
you were arranging to get her money when she lost her home and car. When I
looked in on her situation today, she was real sick and homeless, living in a
shelter. Is that how you take care of the only person in the world who gives a
shit about you?" Barked Knute.
Jamal was
stunned. Joshua, the coach and the sergeant, told him they were sending regular
payments to his Aunt for his help getting the porno and prostitution business
going. "Those son of a bitches," growled Jamal.
"Also, this
weekend, I understand the coach's cousin had you rape an innocent young college
boy? Why was that?" asked Knute.
"Innocent,
that guy was a rapist. The jailer threw him in with us for some street justice.'
Replied the indignant Jamal.
"The
sergeant lied to you too. The young man is a friend of mine and he was framed
but that's a personal matter. Raping him might get you some more time
though."
"I just
spoke to the Prosecutor from
I don't give a
damn about your prostitution activity or the drugs either. People own their own
bodies and can do what they want with them as far as I'm concerned. My
investigation revealed you deal with consenting adults only. I'm not a moralist.
Your business is none of my business except as it relates to that terrorist.
You can go back to your old haunts under my protection, business as usual. The
charges against you will go away like they were never there and stay that way
as long as you help me."
"What do you
say?" asked Knute.
The attorney
nodded. He had talked to the Prosecutor too.
"You have a
deal. How do we start?" smiled Jamal.
"Your
release papers will be here tomorrow morning and one of my staff will meet you
outside of the jail with money and a
nice new car in your name so you can get back to
Jamal knew the
look in Knute's eye well. He was glad that he was not the object of this hard
man's hatred.
The coach and the
sergeant were waiting in a deserted
outdoor movie theater. They had been working all day on Brian's debut next
week. Officer Joe Frankovich had called for a meeting with them to go over the
plans Luke and he had made for the event. They needed some privacy.
A large black SUV
with heavily tinted windows pulled up in front of their car and another behind.
The back driver's
side door opened and Jamal stepped out, followed by his four big men.
They all had semi
automatic handguns trained on the coach and his partner, the sergeant.
"So you
pocketed the money you were sending my Aunt. She almost died because of
that." The gangster said menacingly.
The coach and
sergeant paled. They knew that Jamal was a ruthless sadist. "How did you
get out?" stammered the coach.
"It seems
that your new punk, Brian, has a powerful Uncle who took an interest in your
activities and has decided to intervene." Smiled Jamal. "We're
waiting for a friend of his."
Just then a
Mercedes pulled up and four Middle Eastern men got out, smiling. One of them
about 45 said, "Hello Mister's Joshua. I'm a friend of Brian. My name is
Abdul. We're here to take you on a little trip."
While Jamal's men
held the two at gunpoint, Abdul's men stripped the two and cuffed them. When
they tried to struggle, they were bitch slapped and kicked in the balls,
immobilizing them.
Their curled up
bodies were thrown into the Mercedes and two of Abdul's men drove off with
them.
Abdul said,
"Here's $70,000 we found at the coach's house and another $1,000 at the
sergeant's. They won't be needing it now. Knute said to give it to your Aunt
for a new house. We also found all the copies showing the jail rape along with
some other videos that won't interest you. That incident never happened. I can
assure you that your revenge will be complete for their betrayal and my
benefactor and friend will help you as agreed. I appreciate your assistance
with the scum that are ruining my homeland. If you need to reach me for
information concerning the Joshua's, contact me through Knute."
Jamal said,
"I would like to help you with those two." A gleam in his eye.
"I'm sorry
that can't be arranged. They're going for a long flight to eastern Europe where
they will be persuaded to confess and later help us with the terrorist. I'll
send you some videos of the beginning of their lessons. My friend will be using
them to lure your old client into a compromising situation. They’ll be trained
and then they'll be sold to an Sudanese brothel that specializes in S&M, a
favorite of Moslem extremists. They should be popular. In three months, their
families won't recognize them."
Abdul was looking
forward to reviving the training he had received from Saddam's secret police
academy. Payback would be hell for the two degenerates and Abdul would see to
that personally.
The next day,
after hearing testimony from Matt, Mark and Luke, Brian's convictions were
reversed and the records expunged by Judge Joshua. Later, after seeing his
relatives confess on tape, the Judge announced his retirement and started to
make plans to move out of the region.
The day after the
hearing, Knute met with Brian and his lover for lunch where Uncle Knute gave
them the good news.
Life would never
be the same for Brian.
In fact, his life
had just started.
The End
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