Enslaving Jake

By Jack Brighton

A novice master learns the ropes!
Robbie feared he might be losing Jake. After only three years together the flame seemed to be going out. But it gets rekindled in spectacular fashion when Robbie acts on a friend’s advice and applies a firm hand to Jake’s peachy ass, putting him over his lap and giving him a good spanking.
But it can’t stop there! Pandora’s Box has now been opened and both these men must deal with what they find... in themselves and in each other. During the course of the week that follows, Robbie undertakes a mission to test them both out on a new way of life. He was always the more dominant one in the relationship, and now he looks to formalise that role – sexually, mentally and emotionally.
This is the story of a would-be master who has no real experience but has a natural flair for the job. These are his first step, thrillingly exciting, though filled with concerns and doubts, as Robbie sets out on... Enslaving Jake.
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: Jan 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458037404

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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Enslaving Jake

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Jack Brighton, 2011

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

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay BDSM Collection

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

His Nemesis Trilogy Extract – His Nemesis

Bennie and the BearsSeries Extract – The Rugby Cub

Other BDSM Books Extract – God’s Mighty Spear

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Collection

Erotica Books Extract –Naxos

About the Author

Chapter 1

Oh fuck yeah! Oh yeah! I’m gonna come! I snarled.

On you go! Shoot! urged Jake.

I’d been pounding away at him for the past five minutes, having myself a ball. I love fucking Jake, I really do. He’s got everything it takes to make for a top class ride. A beautiful arse for one thing – real round and peachy with creamy white skin. I get such a buzz when I’m taking him from behind and I can look at those lovely globes - feel their firm youthful pertness as my cock slides in and out of his tight little hole. And when I’m on the final run and banging away, it almost blows my mind as I slam into those buns and grind at the well toned flesh.

He’s got a great arse to fuck! By God he has - visually splendid, the buttocks tactilely exhilarating, the hole so pink and teasingly inviting. And as for the inside, well that’s just incredible - it’s like dipping my cock into a jar of warm honey when I slip it up his chute – so snug and alive, and very accepting of the eight and a half inches of rock hard meat that I like to regularly feed it. And of course we fuck bareback which makes it all the better. Trusting steady boyfriends can do that sort of thing. It means that my naked cock can enjoy his chute to the full - the fuck so pure, the friction clean, and I can spurt out my load the way nature intended, into living flesh instead of sterile rubber.

Yeah, he’s got a great arse... and a great body as well! My boyfriend Jake is something else. He works out at the gym, but he’s not a fanatic – Jake prefers swimming to pumping the iron. The end result is perfect for me: trim and muscled, smooth all over, his five feet ten frame beautifully proportioned rather than freakishly over-developed. He’s got a lovely cock as well: seven good inches that he knows how to use – he’s given me a good shagging on several occasions. But that tends to be the exception rather than the rule to our sex.

What else can I tell you? A great arse, a great body... and let’s not forget a really great face! He’s twenty-five years old but you’d guess him younger. He’s still got that English public schoolboy look about him, with his foppish mop of dishevelled fair hair, apple soap skin and rosy complexion, sapphire blue eyes that twinkle with mischief and full ruby lips that smile so sweetly. No wonder I love to fuck him!

So there I was, gazing down at his handsome boyish face as my cock was pounding at his peachy boyish ass and my stomach was grinding against his not so boyish cock. I was trying to bring him off, have him shoot out his mess as I filled him with mine, but Jake seemed to be a few steps behind.

I’m gonna come! Oh shit! I’m gonna come! I yelled.

Oh yeah! Don’t hold back! Go for it! Jake urged.

I couldn’t have held back even if I’d wanted to. His ass felt so good to my naked cock. And I was fucking him real deep, slamming it in, his legs hooked under my arms, keeping him in the perfect position for the final hard run. A few more thrusts and I was done.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed.

Then I buried my cock all the way to the root and threw my head back as I let out a yell. The spunk coursed out of me, spurt after spurt, splashing into my boyfriend’s guts.

Oh yeah! Yeah! Squeeze it all out, said Jake, and he helped me along with some pulsing of his chute. Boy did that feel good!

I revelled in my moment as I spilled it all out; then I did the noble thing. I lay down upon him and kissed him on the lips.

God, that was good, I whispered to his face. I waited on some response, but Jake gave nothing in return. I wanted to ask, but I lacked the courage. It’s hard to credit when I look back on all that happened since, but that’s how I felt at the time. I thought I was losing him. More than three years together – I feared the magic had gone – at least it had gone for Jake.

You didn’t come, I said, stating the obvious. My cock’s still hard. Have a wank and I’ll fuck you some more.

No, I’m all right.

I’ll suck you off if you’d prefer.

No, really – I’m all right. Let me go to the toilet and get cleaned up.

Okay.

I pulled out of him feeling deflated in more ways than one. Despite my bravado, my cock was flagging, and my heart was sinking as well. I watched as Jake got off the bed then disappeared into the en-suite. I notice some of my cum dripping down the back of his thigh – a quick wash would soon take care of that.

A wash!

It seemed like only yesterday when that was my job – to clean him up after I’d fucked him and come inside his ass, whilst he’d shot his own load over his chest and stomach. Synchronised ejaculations – we’d time it to perfection. Then once we’d both emptied our balls, I’d slip my cock out and plunge my face between his peachy cheeks and slurp out the mess I’d put inside him. I would clean my boy up both front and back, licking his spunk up as well. And we would share the spoils of our frantic sex, snowballing it backwards and forwards as we rolled about clinging to each other, our cocks still hard and planning an encore.

Now he went to the toilet and cleaned himself.

Now he didn’t even come!

Of course the magic was gone... and one way or the other, I had to bring it back. The alternative was just too horrible to contemplate.

Chapter 2

You know... it’s not the be all and end all, Robbie.

A fork full of pasta was half way to my mouth. It stopped there as I gawped at my lunch partner. I’m sure there was an expression of mystified horror on my face which would have suggested she had just sprouted a pair of horns.

You can be such a div, Kath. Of course it’s the be all and end all. Once the sex goes... then that’s it.

Not always, replied Kath. She made a slight shake of her head to underline the point, although I’m sure the real reason was to flick her luscious honey blonde hair and catch the attention of the pack of wolves who were sitting at the nearby table. It was hardly necessary - they were already leering at her with boners in their pants. And quite rightly so! Kath is a stunning looking woman – a real piece of work – a babe of the very highest quality. She’s a sort of female version of Jake – a great face and a great body. Whether its tits, legs or ass that you happen to be into – if you’re straight then Kath delivers it in spades. We’ve worked for the same company for the past two years, Kath joining a few months after I did. I was the only guy in the office who didn’t want to fuck her, so naturally we became instant best friends.

Hark at you! I announced, putting the fork full of pasta back on my plate. Don’t tell me you’d waste your time on any bloke who didn’t deliver in the sack.

We’re not talking about me - we’re talking about you and Jake. The pair of you are nuts about each other – it’ll sort itself out. As I said, it’s not the be all and end all... I know of plenty of couples whose sex lives have lost the initial spark and they’re still perfectly happy together.

Straight couples you mean... couples with kids, or geriatrics who have lost the urge. We’re gay for fucks sake – there’s a difference.

Kath threw me a scowl then shook her head, slowly with mock exasperation. God, you can be so arrogant, she told me. Straight people enjoy sex as well, you know. She paused for a moment then with a wicked smile on her lips, she added, I can certainly vouch for that - my Saturday night being a classic example. God, did I scream – the whole street must have heard me. Shameful really, but who cares?

Slut! I snapped out, delighting in her brazenness. Was he really good then? How big was his cock?

Kath feigned horror at my vulgarity, although she was far from offended. We always meet up every Monday for lunch and the main topic of conversation is her latest man – a fast moving feast, I might add, as each week it is invariably someone new. It was a sign of the depth of my concern about Jake that it was my sex life, not hers, that had taken priority today.

How big was his cock, indeed! Kath said. A lady never reveals such intimate details about her lovers.

A lady might not, but you will. You always do. So come on, tell me about this stud who must have been hung like a horse to make you howl like a bitch in heat.

Later! We need to sort you out first. Are you really worried about this? You’re still having sex, and regularly by the sound of things. It can’t be that big a problem.

Not yet, perhaps. But I think its slipping away – In fact I know it is. The sexual chemistry isn’t the same – not for Jake. And I’m sorry, whatever you might think - if you’re gay and in your twenties, sex is what counts. So if it isn’t working in the sack, then it simply isn’t working.

I’m still not totally convinced, but go on, spill it all out. Tell me why you’re so concerned.

Kath’s eyes were now glued to me, giving me her full attention. Her food was pushed aside, the meal barely touched. I was so lucky to have her as a friend. There was no one else I could talk to about this. She was so empathetic – she let me verbalise what I’d been afraid to even think.

I know that sounds shallow, but... that’s what most men are... shallow. For guys in their twenties, sex is unbelievably important. Just look over there at those panting dogs sitting at the next table – every one of them is mentally fucking you at the moment. And gay guys are worse, especially here in London where promiscuity runs riot. You have to appreciate that Jake and I are a bit of an anomaly. We live in London and are in a steady relationship. Both good looking and still in our twenties, and as far as I’m aware, neither of us shag around. I certainly don’t, and I’m sure Jake doesn’t either... not yet.

Do you think he might start?

He’s never given me any cause to worry, but...

But what?

Well, he is four years younger than me.

That’s nothing, said Kath, dismissing the age gap with a flick of her hand. Easy for her to do, as she’s nearer Jake’s age than mine, and the horror of reaching thirty wasn’t looming so close. She was probably right though, and I decided to let it go. There was a far more sensitive area for concern.

Okay. A bit of history... You know we’ve been together now for well over three years.

Yes. And congratulations. You’re a wonderful example to us all.

I ignored her sarcasm and pressed on. And that Jake is twenty-five now.

And you’re almost thirty – I’ve already told you that’s not an issue. Trust me – it might a problem if it was the other way round, but in your case, it’s fine.

Perhaps. But... well, you see... The big worry is... Jake was a bit of a late starter – he was in the closet until he was twenty-one, so...

So?

God, Kath. Do the Maths! He was only on the scene for a few months before he met me, and we moved in together a couple of weeks after we’d met. Crazy, I know, but it just felt right.

Kath pondered this for a moment, still keeping her eyes fixed on mine. She drummed her talons on the table whilst it slowly sank in.

I see, she eventually declared. I never really thought about it like that. So what you’re telling me is that Jake hasn’t shagged around like most gay men his age. Like you no doubt did before you met him! Now that is an anomaly, considering how hot he looks.

Very tactfully put! Thank you! But you’re right... he hasn’t really shagged around at all. I should feel good about that, and in a way I do. But another part of me wishes he’d been a slut for a few years before we’d met. Then there might not be such a big temptation to make up for it now.

Perhaps he’s not the type. You know – sex not being the be all and end all.

"Sorry... that’s not the case. Jake loves sex, I know he does. When we first got together we were at it like rabbits. We would fuck every day, normally at least twice. As soon as I came home from work in the evening I’d be straight up his ass. I didn’t need to cajole him. Jake was always well up for it – he loved getting fucked. A good ride before dinner then we’d have another round when we went to bed. The idea of going to sleep without some serious sex was inconceivable. Then there would usually be a