Snapped Into Submission

By Jack Brighton

Bored with the meaningless sex he was having, Gareth was looking for something different whilst cruising in the supermarket. He certainly got that when hunky Ralph approached and offered him a job - to model for an erotic photo shoot. The man was a dream, Gareth was hooked on the spot, but the cute young lad wanted more than a modelling job from this god of a man.
And boy does he get it when he goes to Ralph’s flat and the camera comes out. It was different indeed, and very much to Gareth’s liking, when over two raunchy sessions his true nature is revealed by this dominant man and Gareth is... Snapped into submission!
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: Mar 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458169464

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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Snapped into Submission

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Jack Brighton, 2011

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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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

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 Nabster SeriesExtract – Nabbed!

OtherBDSM Books Extract – The 6:15 to Bondage

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Collection

Erotica Books Extract –Private Business

About the Author

Chapter 1

Don’t bother about the cherries. If you want something tasty in your mouth, I’ve got a big juicy plum you can suck on.

Gareth looked up from the array of soft fruit before him and glanced over his shoulder to where the suggestion had come from. The man he saw lurking behind him was reasonably good looking, verging on the handsome, although the effect was rather spoiled by the lewd grin on his face. He was tall and quite hunky, still in his twenties, although probably not for many more years. Gareth had settled for worse – a lot worse on a few ill-advised occasions when he’d been out of it on drink. The bloke might be worth giving a try – Gareth certainly hadn’t spotted anything better on this Sunday afternoon trawl around the supermarket at Brighton Marina. Shame about the pickup line, though – it was truly appalling.

It was more by instinct than a burning desire that Gareth checked him out further and allowed his eyes to drift south to take in the bulge that the man was bragging about. Again he’d settled for worse – it certainly looked like a decent sized package with the promise of an equally decent sized cock – assuming of course the guy wasn’t cheating and was packing more than just meat in there.

The man noted Gareth’s appreciative gaze and went for the kill.

Come on; let’s go. There’s a toilet outside, you can have a better look in one of the lock ups. Have a look and a play, then you can get down on your knees and have a good gobble as you suck out some cream from my balls. If you do a good job, I’ll pull out at the end and let you see me come – I’ll squirt it all over your face. Now you can’t say fairer than that!

Charming! The guy had real class. Was this really what Gareth had come here for – to settle for giving a blowjob in a public toilet and get rewarded with facial at the end?

No thanks! Gareth replied, keeping it nice and polite. No point antagonising and pissing the guy off.

Oh it’s a fucking you’re after! Okay, I’ve got a rubber and a sachet of lube with me. Now that I look at it, you’ve got a heck of a good arse – I’ll give it a pounding for you.

I said no thanks, re-iterated Gareth, a little more forcefully. He threw him a wry smile then walked away – his healthy ruddy cheeks turning a bright shade of scarlet.

Gareth headed off in the direction of the delicatessen, anxious to avoid another vulgar fruity encounter. He was annoyed at the guy, although he had no real justification – Gareth was cruising, just like him, and was hardly being subtle about what he was here shopping for given his provocative tight clothing and the fact he didn’t even bother to carry a basket. What else did he expect other than some lame pick up line and a straight to the point proposition? He’d come here looking for a man, and that meant looking for sex. A supermarket was an odd place admittedly, but he wasn’t alone. The place certainly lived up to its billing as a prime cruising zone. There were plenty of gay men trawling around, checking out the goods on offer.

And Gareth was attracting a fair bit of interest; which was only to be expected for a twenty year old lad with a cute boyish face and a fit tasty body, the star feature of which was being brazenly flaunted – his ever so fuckable, bubble butt ass! With more peach to his rear than the fruit and veg section, it was inevitable that Gareth would attract attention, although this guy had been the first who’d been bold enough to actually make a move. The others probably assumed he was out of their league, and couldn’t understand why he was cruising around here instead of in a bar where he could easily pull some quality hunk.

That certainly was his normal thing on a Sunday afternoon. It had become a bit of a habit over the past two years since Gareth had arrived in Brighton – England’s premier gay stronghold by the sea. And he never had any trouble finding sex. Twenty years old is a heck of a good age for a passive gay lad who enjoys getting fucked; and being devilishly cute helps as well when it comes to getting laid. He had a cheeky boyish face which would soon mature into handsome, with wavy blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, full ruby lips and a ruddy complexion that was blessedly free of any adolescent blemishes. With a face like that, he automatically drew attention from the more active sort of gay men. Standing at only five feet nine, he wasn’t as tall as he would have liked, but a lot of tops preferred their bottom’s shorter – and they liked them toned and healthily muscled, which Gareth was as well. And most of all they liked a peachy ass – and if there was one thing that Gareth knew he possessed, it was an ever so fuckable peachy ass that could rival any other in town.

So Gareth never struggled when it came to getting laid. In the bars and the clubs he always got propositioned, and he could usually take his pick from a plethora of hunks who were more than happy to slip him a length and give him a shafting. But sadly that’s where it usually ended. They fucked him and left, or sent him on his way, depending on where they had adjourned for the action. A good ride at his peachy ass, maybe even two or occasionally three, then that was the encounter over. It was all very pleasant, and did wonders for his ego – but it didn’t really blow his mind. If the truth be known, now that the novelty had worn off, it was all feeling rather empty, so Gareth wasn’t over bothered about the brevity of these unions. There were a few of the men that it would have been nice to have had sex with again, but ‘nice’ being the operative word, not earth-shatteringly brilliant. He might only be twenty, but he felt that he’d now fucked around enough, and it was time for something different – something better! Gareth wanted more than just a nice vanilla fucking, and a boost to his ego having pulled a quality bloke. He wanted a man who could press all the right buttons and make him howl like a bitch in heat. And he wanted that man, whoever he might be, to do it repeatedly, night after night - not just during the course of some amazing session, but into an ill-defined future.

But was he likely to find such a man in a supermarket? After his recent encounter it seemed highly unlikely. Perhaps he should just forget about it, and go hit the bars instead, and settle for getting laid by some hunky bloke with a good sized cock and plenty of stamina, or at least someone prepared to take him home and fuck him on a bed or over a couch, instead of in a smelly public toilet.

Yet Gareth stayed. He’d done that last night – gone through the same old routine with another nameless bloke. It had been fun – the guy had fucked him well and they’d both come twice. And probably it would be fun again today with some other nameless hunk, but he still had little enthusiasm. Gareth wanted more than a procession of casual fucks, enjoyable as they were – he wanted a man to come into his life; someone strong and assertive, preferably good looking and packing plenty of meat, but more importantly he wanted someone who could capture his imagination both in and out of bed - a man who could intrigue him and warm him to the core in between bouts of athletic shafting and other raunchy acts. In a romanticised sense, he wanted a knight in shining armour to sweep him off his feet and dazzle him with his sexual prowess and wicked imagination. And whilst he hadn’t formalised it quite as clearly, deep down he wanted a man to take charge of his life and claim him for his own. He wanted...

Excuse me.

Gareth jumped as he was suddenly dragged out of his reverie. He’d been absent-mindedly staring at the cheeses whilst dreaming of some intangible masculine ideal. It was an ideal Gareth had not bothered to bless with a voice, but the deep smouldering baritone he’d just heard would be perfect for the job.

Could I have a word?

Gareth turned round, eager to see the man who had just spoken to him again with his deep and luscious tone. The voice gave such hope, yet Gareth wasn’t prepared for what he saw. He had to swallow hard and force himself not to gawp at the vision of manliness that looked down upon him. Gareth had seen plenty of good looking blokes in his time, but this guy was just ridiculous, he was so painfully handsome. The cheekbones were high and almost cutting with their prominence; the nose was straight and pleasantly fleshy, the jaw-line was strong, the mouth full and sensuous, curled into a smile that was teasingly seductive. His hair was a mop of unruly chestnut waves. And then there were his eyes – emerald jewels that locked on Gareth’s sapphires – he’d never seen such a shade, nor felt such an assessing pierce as they examined his features in return.

He held Gareth’s look, so the man’s body was left unexamined, but the awed young lad was still vaguely aware of a good physique, tall and broad, youthfully matured. The body wasn’t being blatantly flaunted; instead the man wore a stylish shirt, opened at the neck to reveal a hint of chest hair, and a pair of expensive trousers that didn’t hug like Gareth’s, but still subtly suggested of the treasures beneath. All in all, the man was a total dream, and Gareth was feeling weak at the knees.

Sorry, I appear to have startled you.

Y... y... yeah... stammered Gareth, momentarily lost for words. I... I was miles away.

Contemplating cheeses... I’m a Camembert man myself – there’s something about the nutty aroma, and the soft melting texture. It’s so evocative, especially when fed to you by someone else.

Gareth almost feinted at the image created. He drew in a breath as he struggled to maintain his composure. That didn’t help – raw masculine musk wafted up his nostrils, adding to the soft nuttiness that had been planted on his palate. He breathed again