A Taste of The Wild Side

By Jack Brighton

The Wild Side is London’s raunchiest gay nightclub, where extremely wealthy and powerful men enjoy games of sexual debauchery. Dylan Sinclair has recently joined the ranks of the club’s many workers, playing the role of a naughty public schoolboy, who must be punished by the members for his various misdemeanours. Unfortunately there have been a few adverse remarks about the teenager’s skills, so some further education is needed for the schoolboy.
And who better to give it than Paddy McGuire, an enigmatic Irishman who happens to be a slave, but acts more dominant than any of the masters that Dylan has encountered. Assisted by his fellow slaves, Sven and Marco, Paddy sorts Dylan in spectacular fashion, teaching him a whole range of new tricks whilst providing some much needed discipline as well.
But Paddy needs to do more than just train the boy. He needs to rekindle interest and have him in demand. Dylan has also expressed an interest in the life of ‘proper’ slaves, so Paddy decides to take him to the club as his guest and kill two birds with one craftily managed stone.
It’s another rip roaring adventure for young Mr Sinclair. A taste of The Wild Side he’ll never forget, thanks to Paddy McGuire.

Please note: a version of this book was previously released under the title ‘The Unchained Slave’. It has been greatly modified to integrate into the ‘Tales from The Wild Side’ series, but similarities still exist with the original version.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Jun 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465857392

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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A Taste of The Wild Side

A Tale from The Wild Side

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Jack Brighton, 2014

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Author’s Note

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

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Next Book in the Series - Made for Auction Extract

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay BDSM Collection

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

Author’s Note on the ‘Tales from The Wild Side’

The Wild Side is a fictional gay nightclub situated in London’s Soho district, where extremely wealthy and powerful men enjoy games of sexual debauchery. The series of books which comprise the ‘Tales from The Wild Side’ is centred on the club and the people who are involved with it. All the books have a gay erotic theme with a strong BDSM slant.

Each book is a stand-alone work and they can be read in any order. There is a chronological sequence, however, which would make sense to follow if all the books are to be read. The sequence of books to date are:

Welcome to The Wild Side

A Taste of The Wild Side

Made for Auction

Fisting Night at The Wild Side

Christmas at The Wild Side

The Wild Side of Paddy McGuire

A Walk on The Wild Side

An Angel Falls to The Wild Side

The Taming of Gangster Gaz

Boot Camp Week

Reaching for The Wild Side

Look to The Wild Side

Chapter 1

In the fetish room at The Wild Side, London’s most exclusive and debauched gay nightclub, the evening’s show was about to begin as two budding young actors took to the stage. Enter a cowboy who looked set for a rodeo, or perhaps some hustling as he was lacking his spurs and bore a passing resemblance to a young Jon Voight. He was accompanied by a schoolboy in a different sort of uniform, one that to be honest he had no business wearing given that his schooldays were now behind him. Walking side by side, they made for an unlikely pair. And quite a conspicuous pair at that, dressed as they were in stereotypical outfits that advertised their distinctive backgrounds, as well as their rather fine bodies.

Texas Tex was the taller of the two, nature having given him well over six foot of height to go with his broad athletic build. And the heels he was sporting on his cowboy boots put the Lone Star hunk at well over that mark. The boots were red like his cowboy hat, and to show he was an American through and through, the rest of his clothing was white and blue to complete the homage to Old Glory. The white was worn in the form of a tee-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and washboard abs. The blue was unsurprisingly made of denim: faded material that was interestingly ripped and hugged all his assets to telling effect.

English Dylan had gone for tradition as well, having dressed in a variation of the uniform the youngster had worn at the elite public school he’d attended until a few weeks ago. But unlike colourful Tex in his patriotic attire, Dylan had rejected the Union Jack and had elected for a monochrome effect. The shirt was scruffy but arguably still white, the top two buttons left undone. The school tie he was wearing also sported some white along with an equal amount of black, diagonally striped and knotted at half-mast. The knee length trousers were black as well, and clung revealingly to his teenage rump, contouring the buttocks and the crack of his ass. The socks that gathered at his ankles were also black, as were the unpolished shoes on his feet. And without the benefit of excessive heels to add to his five foot ten in height, the disparity was all the greater between Dylan and his American partner in crime.

Crime? Crime? What was this crime?

Admittedly the men were provocatively dressed, but that was hardly a crime in the modern world. And yes they were quite tall, but that wasn’t an offence, even in Tokyo’s Narita Airport, which according to a sign, they were travelling through, having just arrived from God knows where. Okay, so handsome westerners, who were teasingly dressed to show off their assets, would be very conspicuous in Japan, but they were not viewed as criminals because of their race and risqué attire. Quite the opposite in fact – these contrasting examples of masculinity were being lusted after as they strode through customs, the pair of them joking and larking around, seemingly without a care in the world… But a crime was being committed, and one eagle-eyed officer was onto it with uncanny intuition.

Dressed in a uniform of clinging black leather that didn’t exactly look like standard issue, a young Japanese man appeared from the side-lines and stepped onto the scene where all eyes before had been on the Western lads. In his own distinctive way he was equally handsome, with some Caucasian genes blending into his features to give a very striking effect. He was tall as well at just shy of six foot, slight of frame but having added plenty of muscle to it. Stop! he cried, pointing a finger in the frivolous pair’s direction.

Tex and Dylan both appeared shocked. They looked at the officer and then they looked at each other, guilt written all over their faces.

The Japanese officer strode over and stood before the Western lads, his authority all too obvious. Cock-loving sluts! he yelled in their faces, caring little for political correctness, let alone proper custom’s procedure when addressing new arrivals at an airport. I know you are carrying illegal substances, he accused them. Then with an exaggerated sniff of his rather fine nose, he added, I can smell it through the cheap aftershave you’re wearing.

No! No! We are innocent! Tex protested, a budding young actor and no mistake.

Dylan could only shake his head, unable to deliver the lines he had practised. The poor boy was biting on the inside of his cheeks as he struggled to contain a laugh that would have made a mockery of the hammed up show… It was probably the most ridiculous scenario he had been involved in to date. But it was rather fun and Dylan was very much looking forward to the rest of the performance… As was a certain Angus MacLeod, the owner of The Wild Side, where this questionable production was taking place.

And he would be? asked Angus MacLeod as he watched the show from the fetish room’s private viewing gallery. He was referring to the Japanese man, as he knew fine well who the other two performers were.

He would be Mitch, answered his fellow spectator – a certain Mr Charles, who was a massively built man of Caribbean origin, and the manager of the club. Mitch Harimoto. Sexy young lad, don’t you think so, boss? And bright as a button – doing a degree in Business Studies at Imperial College, so he’s only working here part time. I tried him in the main room, but he’s not a natural submissive, unlike most of the Asian boys we have in there. He wants to be a specialist worker, and asked for a chance to show what he can do. As you were coming in anyway, I arranged this for tonight.

MacLeod looked at his manager who was also a good friend. You can make decisions like this on your own, Charles. I didn’t need to catch the show for approval to be given.

Sure, boss. But I thought it might be fun, especially as it features the new schoolboy. You did say you wanted updates on how he’s progressing.

MacLeod nodded, for this was very true. The new schoolboy was a project he was taking a keen interest in, although be it from an unseen distance. And the Japanese student interested him as well. He was eager to see how the show would develop. Fair enough, said MacLeod. Let’s watch and see what they all can do.

Down on the stage, Tex was making a good job of delivering his next lines. But we can’t possibly be carrying anything illegal, protested the cowboy. We have no hand luggage.

Officer Harimoto looked un-phased by this deliberate omission. Then you must have the drugs concealed on your person. I will conduct a search, beginning with you. Strip! he ordered, pointing to Tex.

It might be a show, and a sex show at that, but credibility was still being stretched - a big beefy Texan getting bossed about by a Japanese man who wasn’t his equal in size, being a highly unlikely scenario. But Mitch’s voice had a level of authority that made it all seem perfectly believable. And even if not, no one in the audience was going to be bothered when a sexy big hunk like Tex was being told to take off his clothes.

Not that there was all that much to take off in the first place, but what there was, Tex removed in style. Facing the audience who knew him well, the cowboy hat was cast aside then the tee-shirt removed to show them his torso: smooth chiselled pecs with big coral nipples, and rippling abdominals with a sexy band of hair running down from the navel. He ran his free hand over the splendour that he boasted, teasing the audience by massaging the flesh whilst offering the tee-shirt to Mitch for inspection. The audience looked appraisingly at the hunky Texan, and not surprisingly were mightily impressed. Mitch gave the tee-shirt a cursory glance then tossed the garment aside. The rest! he insisted much to everyone’s approval.

Tex obliged and unfastened the flies on his old frayed jeans, parting the denim to give the onlookers a glance of his neatly trimmed pubes, the naughty Texan being naked underneath. Then seemingly shy of revealing his tackle, he turned around to show the audience his ass. Ever so slowly the denim came down, Tex struggling to push it past his fabulous big booty. But down the denim went – to his thighs then to his calves, Tex bending forward to push the material over his cowboy boots before finally stepping out of the jeans. Then managing to overcome his ‘shyness’ he spread his legs to offer up a view of his dangling balls and semi-hard dick, as well as his buttocks and asshole – a set of manly treasures that looked mightily appealing in the spotlight which shone down upon them.

A trooper like Tex had no need of a script – he knew what to do in a situation like this. The Texan cowboy held the pose, bending fully over with one hand on his cock to force the stiffening meat downwards, wiggling his ass and pushing it out, spreading his legs even wider so that everyone got a good eyeful of the glories he boasted.

All in all it was a very inviting sight and there wasn’t a man in the audience who wouldn’t have welcomed a turn at what was being presented. But in a twist to the norm that was rather exciting, it was another club worker who took advantage of the contrived situation.

Mitch approached in his leather outfit, a hungry look in his oriental eyes. He reached out with a hand to touch the exposed pucker, teasingly circling it with his index finger. In here is the obvious place where drugs could be hidden, and that is where I will start my investigation. Then he sank to his knees behind the American, keeping low so the audience could see the inspection he would make.

It was a slow and deliberate process, involving fingers at first to spread the buttocks wider, whilst also playing with the good sized balls and impressively large dick that Tex obligingly kept pointed downwards. And he needed to point it more than before as the meat had now turned solid, which might imply the suspect wasn’t too offended by the prospect of having his anal cavity examined. That was confirmed when the asshole was rubbed again, and Tex let out a deep throaty moan. An invasion was made with a single digit and Tex made another appreciative groan, encouraging the officer to add some more. Mitch resisted and frigged with only one for a moment, sliding his finger in and out, seemingly in no rush to venture further. It was an odd way to go about an anal search, but nobody seemed to be complaining, especially Tex, who was panting and moaning, crying out, Yes! in further encouragement… Now that’s what you call co-operation with the authorities and an example to us all.

Moving the show along, the methodology became even more bizarre when Mitch ran his tongue along the length of the suspect drug mule’s cock, all the way from the knob that was flavoured with sweet juice, along the fat underbelly, then over the balls and on to the perineum before finally settling over the Texan’s asshole. No one really cared about the odd approach, but Mitch was a lad on a mission so he threw in some tenuous justification for his rather questionable action. The initial taste is pure enough, he announced after the lick. But drugs can be disguised so I must taste further and even venture inside.

Clever!

And off he went on some serious rimming, using his skilful oriental tongue to explore every aspect of the American’s butthole, lapping at the puckered pink anus, flicking at the skin and dipping his tongue in, curling it up into a fleshy tube to stab at the ring in an oral fuck. He licked Tex out good and proper, making him moan and his body quiver, playing with the cock as he reamed the big stud, bringing the American to the edge of a climax but refraining from toppling him over.

Still no evidence, Mitch declared after a few minutes of this highly contrived fun. But I need to search deeper just in case.

Fingers returned in place of the tongue. Mitch started again with a single digit, the index sliding deep inside to stroke the rectal wall. A second was added and he moved on to some thrusting, finger-fucking the cowboy’s ass.

Yes! Yes! Sweet Jesus, yes!!! Tex encouraged, abandoning himself to this unorthodox search, and clearly not worried that anything would be found.

Slut! yelled Mitch, sounding annoyed, and masking his delight at the way things were going. American slut! You are enjoyed my search of your filthy ass, he accused in mock disgust. Well, we shall see if you enjoy the next part of the body search, as I obviously need to go inside you much further.

Having delivered his lines, Mitch stood up and walked over to the edge of the stage where he collected a small black leather bag in keeping with his outfit. It contained only two things: a black latex glove and a bottle of lubricant, both of which Mitch removed. The glove went on his rather small right hand, Mitch taking his time to build up the suspense, raising his forearm in a powerful salute as he pulled the material down to his elbow. Then kitted up for the job which he hoped would impress, he poured some lube onto the base of Tex’s back, right in the centre so it flowed like a river down the gulley of his very fine booty, over the asshole and onto his balls then down the length of his throbbing hard cock before dripping to form a small pool on the floor.

More lube was poured. With Mitch standing to the side so he didn’t block the view, another generous drizzle flowed down the crack, but this time Mitch’s gloved hand was waiting at the bottom – four fingers cupping Tex’s nuts while the thumb prodded at the asshole. He collect the fluid, and having cast the bottle to the floor, Mitch used the freed hand to pull an ass cheek ever wider, then the lube was smeared over the cowboy’s anus, preparing something that had already been prepared, but no one observing gave a toss about that.

Milking the situation, desperate for a role outside of the main room, Mitch took his time before he made another penetration, using the tip of his fingers to tease the anal flesh, prodding at the ring but not going in, rubbing the anus sensuously in slow small circles.

Oh fuck! Yeah! cried Tex, clearly still enjoying the ‘search’ for drugs.

Slut! replied Mitch, who was having an absolute ball of a time, although his face was a mask of furious indignation, playing his part to perfection. Filthy slut! he cried again. A slut who has drugs inside his bowels, pushed up there by a cock no doubt. But I shall get them out, no matter how deep they’ve been forced in through buggery.

Setting about the task properly at last, Mitch slid two fingers past an unresisting anal ring. No! No! No! Please! That hurts, cried Tex, the man suddenly changing his tune – an act of course, as it didn’t hurt in the slightest, but the script required him to respond this way.

Hurts! snarled Mitch. I’m glad. You deserve nothing less. And this will hurt even more!

Another finger was added to Tex’s accommodating asshole. Malevolently grinning, Mitch slid in and out, twisting the three digits around as he did so, widening the sphincter that had already been stretched in preparation for the show.

Oh no! Please, no more, beseeched Tex.

That was the code – in this particular instance ‘no’ actually meaning ‘yes’ and that Tex was ready to take more fingers. The fourth was added. Tex did his part by protesting all the while. Mitch listened and tested, never pushing too fast, not wanting to hurt, just give the appearance of causing some pain. The pair of them made a pretty good team. Dylan in the meantime stood watching redundant – a piece of eye candy that no one was looking at.

With all the eye upon him, Mitch made a phallus with four slender fingers and started to thrust at Tex’s ass. He began slowly, with controlled penetrations as far as his knuckles, twisting at the end to further loosen the ring. Then he moved to a steady sawing rhythm, sliding the bunched fingers in and out, edging progressively deeper and deeper