Loaded

By Jack Brighton

Seriously hot dom/sub fun and plenty of humiliation is what Loaded is all about...

Down in the laundry room late at night, drama student Josh isn't very happy when the washing machine he's loaded doesn't work. Venting his fury after a day full of frustration, he gives the machine a kick.
Understandable?
You'd think!
But that's not the opinion of caretaker Toni who catches him in the act. This mean and nasty brute of a man, uses the situation to his advantage... if Josh wants him to turn a blind eye and not report the 'vandalism' to the apartment block owner then Josh will have to be real 'nice' to him.

That’s hardly a problem for Josh – whilst he might scare the living daylights out of him, mean and nasty Toni is perfection in Josh's eyes - a muscular hunk that acts so straight but also has a wickedly deviant side.
What ensues is a riot of full on sex laced with plenty of ritual humiliation and degradation, and a performance from aspiring actor Josh that really gets Toni's juices flowing, and would land him an Oscar if only the censors would screen it!

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: Nov 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301206193

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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Loaded

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Jack Brighton, November 2012

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. As a piece of erotic fantasy where licence can be taken, certain scenes involve unprotected sex.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay BDSM Collection

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

HisNemesis Trilogy Extract – His Nemesis

The Beauville TrilogyExtract – The Pilot’s Surrender

OtherBDSM Books Extract – Mania

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Collection

Erotica Books Extract –Pop My Cherry Ass

About the Author

Chapter 1

It had been one mean mother of a day. Well that usually is the case when I visit my mum – she is one mean mother of a mother, and she’ll drive me crazy sometime soon. Why don’t you ever bring a nice girl to see me? was one of her many moans. Well isn’t it obvious, Mummy Dearest – your little boy is gay! He’s a certified fruit who takes it up the ass! Fanatical about cock I am!

Not that I’d have the nerve to tell her. She’s neurotic enough without having to deal with that sort of information. Stupid really - I mean it’s hardly a novelty in this day and age, but I just know it would turn into a full scale drama that would run longer than a smash West End show. She would blame herself, she would naturally blame me, and of course she would blame my dad who high tailed it when I was three. And note the word blame! That says a lot. As do… Fire and Damnation! An Abomination! The sin of Sodom and Gomorrah upon you! They would be there as well, along with hysterical tears over the grandchildren she couldn’t look forward to poisoning with her bitter vileness. So no thanks. I’ll stay in the closet where my mum is concerned and save myself the earache.

Anyway, that set the day off on an awesomely bad note – an incognito Dorothy taking a trip to the suburbs to visit the wicked witch of the north. Then I clicked my heels and came back to the city for a double shift at the sleazy where I work. They don’t know that I’m gay there either. Sounds like I’m closeted everywhere, doesn’t it? But I’d be out of my mind and soon out of a job if I confessed about my nature to that homophobic bunch. The clientele are real lowlife, jackasses to a man and they seriously do my head in. I mean, I like the look… the rough and rugged type. I suppose that’s why I work there – to be around the kind of men that really do it for me when it comes to raw sexual attraction… straight alpha-males that would sooner stick a knife into my guts than slip their cock inside them.

Shit – listen to me! But sadly it’s true – those are the guys that really do it for me. Life can be real twisted at times, don’t you think – the men that you want being the ones you can never have!

Hey, don’t get me wrong – it’s not all that bad at the bar where I work. I certainly get my kicks secretly lusting after these modern day Neanderthals, but at times I feel like screaming with all the crap I have to listen to and pretend that I agree with. No self respecting queer in his right mind would go anywhere near the joint, but after years of being berated by my overbearing mum, I suppose I don’t have too much in the way of self respect. And anyway, I need the work to pay my way through college. I’m a student you see, studying drama – another little fact I tend to keep to myself!

So all in all it had been a real pig of a day, and I was tired and cranky to say the least by the time I got home just before midnight. My flat’s pretty crummy in a dodgy part of town, but it’s cheap, and it’s mine, and no one seems to mind about the various men that occasionally visit me at odd hours in the night. As soon as I got in there I was stripping off my clothes and heading towards the shower for a quick wash before bed. Then hip, hip, hooray - just to round off the day, I saw the pile of laundry that had been growing for the past week, and wouldn’t grow any larger because I’d no more clothes to throw on it.

Fuck!

It didn’t take a genius to work out the two options: either I ignored the situation and crashed out in bed, which I really wanted to do, or I took that pile of clothes down to the laundry room in the basement of the apartment block and spend the next hour or so dozing by the machines. The latter didn’t appeal, but sadly it had to be, because there was no way I was turning up at college the following morning in dirty smelly clothes. I mean please! I’m gay for fucks sake, out and proud – at least at college I am, and the grunge effect is so yesterday! So after a very quick shower I selected the cleanest tee-shirt and pair of jeans I could find, slipped them on without anything underneath then headed off to the basement with a bag of laundry and all the coins I possessed, which thankfully would be just enough to have my dirty clothes washed.

It was pretty eerie down there at that time of night. Not that you’d know what hour it was anyway as there are no windows to let in any natural light – just some flickering bare bulbs that give the room a clinical harshness. Not the cheeriest of places at the best of times - but it felt infinitely more dismal in the night, deserted apart from me. The air was dank and mildly chilled, instead of warmed by the tumble-driers that usually were running. The red brick walls that were stark and unadorned seemed all the less friendly without anyone there, as did the grubby gray cement floor beneath my feet. At the far end of the room were two ancient sinks for hand washing clothes, into the left of which a tap was noisily dripping, water splattering onto the marble in a rhythmic torture that would drive anyone insane if there was no other sound. And to either side of these relics from the Great Depression was a row of supposedly modern machines of varying ages, all looking sterile in their white and idle state. The place gave me the creeps – spending an hour or so down there in those gloomy conditions would be the icing on the cake to a real stinker of a day, and I wasn’t best pleased, I can assure you!

Whatever! I needed to be there, so I got on with the job. I emptied my bag of laundry onto the work bench in the centre of the room and wearily sorted out the clothes, separating the whites from colours. I learned the hard way not to mix them up when a treasured white shirt emerged a vibrant shade of pink, which if I had worn around our neighbourhood would have probably got me killed! Smarter for the mistake, I loaded two machines. In went the wash powder and conditioner, using up the last that I had. I fed the machines with those few coins I possessed, ruing the fact I’d have none left for a drier, then selected the wash programs and set things in motion…

You’d think!

But no – one of the antiquated mothers was broken! It just sat there inactive whilst the other started its cycle, drawing in water to churn around and set about its automated business.

Fuck!

I gave the offending machine a slam, venting a crap-filled day’s worth of frustration.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I yelled, giving it a kick. It had my powder which I could probably retrieve, but more importantly it had my precious coins. I didn’t have any more, and wasn’t likely to find some at this time of night. I shouldn’t need them anyway! There should have been a sign on the bloody machine – OUT OF FRIGGING ORDER. Someone gets