His Nemesis Demands

By Jack Brighton

It’s the day after ‘His Nemesis Returns’ and it proves to be one full of surprises for Jarvis Clark – some of them good, and others very, very, bad! After the exploits of the previous evening, when he was spit-roasted and fisted in the basement by ‘His Nemesis’ master and his Italian friend, Jarvis might have expected a peaceful time at the office – but there’s no chance of that. Not when his master is coming to the top floor where Jarvis works – and that brute of a man is coming with demands!
From start to finish, it proves to be a roller-coaster ride for Jarvis, as his nemesis plays out a masterful game. Piece by piece the bigger picture is revealed, reaching a conclusion once again in the basement where Jarvis is confronted with his greatest challenge. Will he be able to obey? Can he possibly sink so low? Does Jarvis have a choice when... HIS NEMESIS DEMANDS.
Note – this is the third instalment in the ‘Nemesis’ series. As with the other two it is a standalone story, but does act as a companion.
Warning: This book contains explicit gay m/m content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Jul 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476383071

Jack Brighton

Jack Brighton is a British author who specialises in M/M erotica - most of which, but by no means all, falls into the category of BDSM - a way of life that he has rich experience of. There are romantic overtones in some of his work, but you tend to get what it says on the label. All the books fall under the banner 'Flaming Hot Gay BDSM' or 'Flaming Hot Gay Erotica', so don't expect anything else. But do expect them to be flaming hot, with plenty of storyline and character development. A dry sense of humour also features, and a very vivid imagination. He is best known for his 'Tales from The Wild Side' series, where that imagination runs riot.Jack was brought up in a mining community in the west of Scotland, took his degree at Stirling, did a year's post- graduate in Edinburgh, then moved south to London, where he taught for a few years before moving into the finance sector, based in The City. Many of his stories draw on this background - as a gay man trying to find himself in what was more often than not a hostile environment.Having given up the rat race, Jack became a full time writer in 2010. He now lives in Brighton with his long term partner.Jack has also written mainstream fiction under the pen name J. K. Brighton.

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His Nemesis Demands

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Jack Brighton, July 2012

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay BDSM Collection

Tales from The Wild Side Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

Bennie and the Bears SeriesExtract – The Rugby Cub

The Beauville TrilogyExtract – The Pilot’s Surrender

OtherBDSM Books Extract – Snapped into Submission

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Collection

Erotica Books Extract –Preparing the Way

About the Author

Chapter 1

Under a harsh fluorescent light that did his looks no favours, Jarvis Clark lay naked on a piss drenched floor, an exhausted heap of fucked and fisted flesh. His body was covered in the sweat of fornication - it glistened on his skin, mingling with the spunk that had gushed from his balls on two separate occasions over the course of the past hour. More spunk oozed freely from his gaping asshole – a cocktail of semen from the men who had ridden him and fired their mess into his welcoming bowels. Needless to say, it had been an eventful evening for young Mr Clark, the P.A. to the boss and a slut for hard cock.

Dazed and fuck-crazed, buggered to a pulp yet still yearning for more, Jarvis was jolted to attention when he heard a door close. The young man shuddered, the sound of departure firm and decisive, chilling him to the bone. A bead of sweat dripped from his chin as a ghostly echo lingered in the bleak grimy washroom that had proved eminently functional for what had recently occurred. The noise persisted, defying the physics of sound. It rang in Jarvis’s ears like a death knell: black; Catholic; certain and profound. That exit had been more painful than any actual hurt he’d endured. Once again his master had left him without a care for his state or a parting word. But words aplenty were present in Jarvis’s head: more ghostly echoes goading his psyche; memories of the rough and violent sex he’d embraced; verbal abuse that was still fresh in his troubled mind...

Dirty, dirty, bitch! his master had snarled as he had brutally fucked him.

Cock loving slut! his nemesis had accused, spitting out the words as he had ferociously banged into Jarvis’s already well ploughed ass.

"Cum guzzling whore! Piss drinking pig!" were some of the other choice phrases the man had used as he vocally assaulted Jarvis whilst he had slammed repeatedly at his aching butt, shunting him along the bench on which they rutted – savage and raw like a couple of animals, violent and all-consuming.

And it was all true. There could be no denying any of the vulgar accusations. During his time in the basement, Jarvis had gorged on depravity, debasing himself to a level he would never have thought possible. He had been collared like a dog and crawled on all fours, dragged by his master along the floor on a leash! He had licked his master’s boots like a faithful mutt, cleaning the leather with an adoring tongue! He had guzzled down cum having swilled it in his mouth! He had been splashed by ejaculate deep down his throat! He had drunk men’s piss and wallowed in the bliss! He had been sprayed from head to toe in hot stinking urine, rejoicing in the humiliation and his total subjugation. He had been bombarded by a blitzkrieg of verbal abuse – words of defamation that still resonated in his head...

"You’re my dirty slave bitch, aren’t you Blondie, his nemesis master had growled as he rode him. And this spunk drenched ass belongs to me. It’s mine to fuck and give to other men."

That last one had stung like a wasp with a grudge. Jarvis Clark had become a whore to be pimped - that was the claim his nemesis had made. And Jarvis had agreed; he accepted it as true. How could he not, for the deed had already been acquiesced to by the time the awful truth was spat in his face. Unlike the first time when his master had taken him to the basement washroom to be used and humiliated for his malevolent pleasure, on this second occasion he had brought along another man – to observe... and then take part!

This guest of his master had been a scary looking Italian – a wealthy banker who looked more like a Mafia gangster. Hades, Jarvis had termed him, in his typical Classics scholar fashion - the harbinger of death seeming an appropriate title for this intimidating client. Hades from Milan was a very well built man, quiet and severe in black suit, black tie and matching shades. Lethal in appearance, he naturally possessed a fearful weapon: an awesome fleshy spear sprouting from his groin; a massive cock to match the man’s prodigious size; an enormous engorged phallus that Jarvis was ordered to service.

At first Jarvis had been appalled – the shame of being prostituted too much to bear. But the whore in him soon prevailed in the presence of such virile finery and Jarvis overcame his prudish sentiments. Knowing his place, obeying his master, fearful but thrilled by the bulk of Italian meat that throbbed so invitingly before him, Jarvis had first gobbled the man in a jaw-aching stretch then willingly offered up his ass and embraced the deep and brutal pounding he had taken – so painful at first, but the ensuing pleasure equally great as he was stuffed then buggered like never before.

The Italian had fucked them both to an earth-shattering climax – the sex unprotected, the risk not objected. Jarvis’s guts were filled with a generous load of rich Latino spunk – a volume so great it overflowed to form a creamy pool of semen on the concrete floor beneath him. The next thing Jarvis had known, the man was leaving – his lusty Italian passion not fully sated, but sadly the man had a plane to catch, and a family back home that needed a little of his time. He departed with a promise to return quite soon, and enjoy some more of this very obliging male whore.

Having bid his ‘friend’ good-bye, the nemesis master had taken his turn, riding Jarvis’s cum drenched ass before raising the stakes with a brutal fisting! He had done it with Jarvis kneeling on the floor. It started slowly, Jarvis’s master showing some rare consideration as he allowed his obedient toy to acclimatise to the mass of flesh inside him. But it didn’t take long before Jarvis was begging for more and the man was literally punching his balled up fist into Jarvis’s guts, making him come again in the process, spraying out spunk to add to the Italian’s leakage and the piss it mingled with on the washroom floor.

Thrown onto his back in the position he now lay, Jarvis’s master had then mounted him again. There had been no resistance to the violent entry he’d made, and little friction as the man had thrust in and out of Jarvis’s ravaged butt. Not much was needed; the man came within a few minutes: the thrill of his domination taking him home.

As the man had spewed out his mess into Jarvis’s guts, adding to the spunk that was already there, Jarvis threw his arms around him, smothering his face in his master’s butch hairy chest, lapping at the flesh, clutching him close – his surrender total and complete. They had lain still for a moment, master and slave in stationary copulation, feeling wonderfully spent in a foul smelly place. Jarvis was in agony, but he felt at peace, holding his nemesis with every part of his body. He held him for the minute that the man allowed before he prised himself away, cleaned his soiled cock, dressed then left – the closing of the door so firm and decisive, the curtain drawn on another mind-spinning encounter.

There were no parting words. None were needed. Everything had been said. All was clear and mutually understood. This handsome young peacock, who roosted on the top floor, strutting around and displaying his feathers, would return to the basement, obedient and contrite, for more abuse and humiliation whenever his nemesis demanded.

Chapter 2

Suddenly alone, Jarvis felt the shame try to creep over him and make its indignant claim. But he wasn’t crushed by the snapping, poison-spitting disgrace, as he had been after the first time he’d been so totally debased – a time when so many prejudices and supposed taboos had been broken along with his will to resist. Having endured a repeat, and soared during the raw and vulgar treatment, his base depraved nature had been nourished by the acts and was growing stronger, challenging his prim and proper facade.

He was too fucked to care, too buggered to give a damn, so Jarvis didn’t try to rationalise it as he lay there on the hard uncomfortable floor. But he would do so later when safe in his home, and be shocked by the honesty of his conclusions... For a man like Jarvis, shame was cerebral – ingrained from