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Boot Camp Week

Voluntary Slavery!
It might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for certain gay men, it’s a dream come true, especially if they are lucky enough to be trained at Bears Den, where quality is guaranteed, and the graduates command in the millions when brought to auction. So sets the scene for the next 'Tale frVoluntary om The Wild Side' where the Wild Side comes to Bears Den and a new character is introduced...
It’s early November and the weather is foul. Twenty four hopefuls have arrived from all over the world and are standing naked in the cold and rain for an inspection. It’s the start of Boot Camp Week when these fine looking specimens will be whittled down to a maximum of twelve who will then be trained and made for auction – a life changing event which could earn them a fortune. It should be business as usual for the resident masters at Bears Den: Major Falcon Hamilton, his deputy Lachlan, and the rest of the crew. But this year there’s a ‘celebrity’ who has applied for a place and after much debate has been invited to try out – a porn star no less, and a red blooded American at that! It makes for an interesting situation that has enticed the owner, Angus McCloud, to make a special visit to check the lad out.
So here’s introducing a new character to ‘The Wild Side’ tales – Rick Carling, who is a troubled lad determined to succeed. Unlike so many of his rivals, Rick’s far from perfect – but he does have one feature that makes him stand out! Will it be enough to see him through however, and earn the place at Bears Den he so desperately wants?
Follow Rick through his adventure and see how he and the others fair. It’s going to be a tough week full of elation and despair, with tension every evening when two candidates will be dropped. The inspection in the rain is just the start – one of many low points for the candidates, but there will be plenty of highs as well... A Roman orgy; sex whilst being thrashed; lessons in spanking, paddling and caning; and of course everyone gets to sample the whip. The lads must prove their prowess in a whole variety of ways, and personal nightmares are waiting for all, including a scarily authentic abduction. The candidates must embrace every aspect, even if that means eating breakfast from the floor. But for the lucky dozen it will surely be worthwhile... the question is – will Rick Carling be one?Boot Camp Week is available through:
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B3ZH55O
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/277216#longdescr

Paddy McGuire

After dithering around it for quite some time, I eventually decided to write what has become my longest book to date - The Wild Side of Paddy McGuire.
Paddy has been an integral part of the Wild Side series of books, an enigmatic character whose story was never told. But how did a man who acts so butch and has more authority that most of the masters he comes across, end up being the ultimate slave?
I always knew the answer in vague form, but had never fromulated a history for the man. It proved to be the most enjoyable exercise coming up with his story. Although it was tricky at times, as I'd already created the end result, so everything had to fit with the character. I think it works pretty well. You can see for yourself though - the book is available through:
Amazon.com - http://www.amazon.com/Tales-From-Wild-Side-ebook/dp/B009BTTYXU/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358838837&sr=1-6
Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Wild-Side-McGuire-ebook/dp/B009BTTYXU/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358839133&sr=1-4
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/236492
Barnes & Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tales-from-the-wild-side-the-wild-side-of-paddy-mcguire-jack-brighton/1113573530?ean=2940044990333

It seems to be getting well received. Here is a recent comment posted on Amazon...

Loved this one - gritty, base, lots of fun! January 20, 2013
By AlexJouJou TOP 500 REVIEWERVINE™ VOICE
Amazon Verified Purchase
I loved this one. I have not read any other of the Wild Side stories so I was a Brighton virgin. Not any more. Firstly the cover is wonderfully representative and very much like what I expect Paddy to look like. The blurb explains everything well - Paddy is a wild guy who got himself in trouble gambling and now has to pay the piper. The only way he can do that is to be sold off as a slave for the money. He is taken to the Bears Den for training. Angus owns the Bears Dean.

Paddy goes through many adventures but the fact he is a natural top really makes any sort of bottom training excruciating for him. The warnings are correct on this but it doesn't really seem too harsh. Paddy experiences many things on his journey but still he has an anger that cannot be tamed. The Sheikh that wants to buy him wants someone still seething with anger, hatred, and dislike. The problem is with Paddy that comes with a temper that would sooner have him beat the guy up as anything else. The challenge is to train him NOT to react that way and to willingly submit even if he hates it.

I won't spoil the ending which was great but I loved Angus and Paddy together - and that little bit and the sexual tension were so high I could not put this down once it hit its stride - which, BTW, it really doesn't do until about 30%. It still got five stars because I grew to care about these characters, to want for them, to feel the need and the frustration. Great world and I cannot wait to read more stories!

His Nemesis Demands

I'm not totally satisfied, but the latest book is pretty much finished and will be available soon. It's titled - His Nemesis Demands.
This is the third book in the 'Nemesis' series - the first being 'His Nemesis' aka 'Debasement' which was followed by 'His Nemesis Returns' 
As with the sequel, the third book picks up where the previous one left off - the submissive hero of the story, Jarvis Clark, lying in the basement of the office block where he works, having been used and abused by the man who is now his master. During the course of the following day at work, Jarvis's nemesis will make some scary demands - it's going to be a real mind fuck for Mr Clark as his master plays out a terrifying game of control and sexual torment. Ultimately everything will be drawn together so the earlier actions in the other books are given clarity.
As with the other books, His Nemesis Demands stands on its own. But the reader would get more out of it having read the other two first. Whatever, I hope you all enjoy it. I certainly had fun writing it, and I'm sure this won't be the end for Mr Clark and that gorgeous hunk of a man who is... His Nemesis!

Abuse of Copyright

It was with huge relief I received an e-mail from Amazon this morning to say that they would continue to list one of my books. Nothing more - no sorry for stressing you to the high heavens and all that - just an implicit: OK, it would appear this is actually your work. Although not even that level of acknowledgement was given.
A week before their tone was very different - the words 'terminating your account' were used. Apparently they had found 'one of my books' available for free on some Internet site and therefore questioned my ownership of the work. It was suggested I remove the book - guilt being assumed rather than having to be proved. Once a dialogue had been opened the tone softened, but it all seemed a bit harsh and threatening.
I can appreciate what happened. I'm sure they don't pay a bunch of people to trawl the net. Some computer program must have scanned and found a match and sent out an automated e-mail with those threatening words. And I appreciate retailers wanting to protect themselves. It's a known fact that there is abuse of copyright happening, especially in the erotica genre where there is a lot of free stuff available and unscrupulous cowboys lift it, package it, and self-publish it for sale as their own work. But that can happen both ways! 
The upshot of it was that two years ago, some tacky blogger had lifted an extract from one of my books and posted it under some picture of a twink - not claiming copyright, just placing it there on his blog. That in itself should have proved it was an ill thought out pirate. I don't do twinks! The extract and the picture were totally mismatched. My men are butch, even my bottoms are muscled and fit. If you want twinks then read someone else!
But it was for me to prove that the work was mine - not the other way round. The whole thing was a joke once I looked into it. I was able to show that the book had been published over a year before on two erotica sites. Yet still I was anxious, not knowing how Amazon would respond. Thankfully they saw sense, and I am grateful for that.
Sadly it would be all too easy for a repeat to happen. Extracts are available to be lifted, and even whole books can be converted and posted. The movie industry knows all about piracy, and big selling authors may suffer the same fate. But I suppose that's the Internet for you - love it or hate it - it's there to be abused, and small players like me are there to be accused.

Jack

A Road to Bondage

I've completed another tidy up exercise - this time on 'A Road to Bondage' which was the third book I wrote. I decided to by-pass the second - 'The Wild Side' as this turned out to be a very significant book for me, giving rise to the 'Tales from The Wild Side' series, and as such will be looked at in more detail.

But back to 'A Road to Bondage' or 'Road to Bondage' as it is known in Amazon kindle as the original edition was rejected by their censors first time round and a new name had to be given to the revised toned down version. The story is a modern day gay BDSM romance really, although it's not the sort of thing you'd get in Mills & Boon. Rory is a a young lad wanting to escape from his dysfunctional family, especially his violent father. Alex is an experienced dom struggling to come to terms with his sadistic tendencies. They meet after Rory has been beaten up by his father having been caught in the act with his sexy Uncle Jack. Alex is asked to rescue the lad and bring him to his mother for safe keeping. Naturally there is an instant attraction!
But it's a tricky road that they then embark on. Alex is sure he is wrong for Rory - the last thing he needs is another man with violent tendencies. So he escapes to Amsterdam where the action is hot and steamy during a weekend of full on debauchery.
But he returns to Glasgow where Rory is waiting, and they continue on their cagey road to bondage.

The new version is available on Smashwords and other retailers. There is a 50% discount at Smashwords - enter coupon number KG67A to claim. Road to Bondage on Smashwords

007 - A Licence to Bondage

With the summer upon us (well it's summer here in Gozo!), I've decided to take a step back from my writing and not leap into a new book straight away. I get way too involved when I'm deep into a book - and at the moment feel that I need to recharge the batteries whilst enjoying myself for a while before committing again to one.


So, whilst I work on the body (see Getting Fit for the Olympics), enjoy the fine weather and the feast of sport coming our way: Tennis (French Open then Wimbledon) and Football (European Championships - and yes, I will be supporting England despite being Scottish!), I'm spending the few spare hours I have revising my earlier books. First up is 007 - A Licence to Bondage.
The story centres around Dougie, a young niave lad from the Hebrides who comes to London to work in a P.R. company. He is totally smitten by his boss, Peter, who he assumes is straight and has no interest in him whatsoever. Then Dougie's life is thrown into confusion when at Peter's request, he accesses his laptop supposedly to find a folder on 'Bond' the latest 007 movie they are promoting, but he also finds a folder entitled 'BONDAGE' which leaves him shaken and very stirred! Of course it's a ploy to bring Dougie to him. Peter wants Dougie as a slave, but only if he is up to the grade. What follows is a weekend of testing as Dougie tries to win his - Licence to Bondage! 

This was the first book I wrote as Jack Brighton and it was interesting going back to it. I did so because I want to attach a contact page to the end of each of my ebooks, which means resubmitting them to Amazon and Smashwords, and as my early work is pretty rusty grammatically, I thought it would be good to tidy it up first.

I learnt to write on the hoof - all the stories were there in my head - I had plenty of ideas, but actually presenting them as a piece of literature needed a fair bit of practice and help.  
The practice came with books like 007 - A Licence to Bondage, which I wrote almost three years ago whilst still writing for fun. The help came from my partner who is pretty smart on language - punctuation and such stuff, and he drummed into me what my teachers at school failed to do - how to write properly.
Now he proof reads all my books, which is something that should have happened right from the start - but as I said, initially it was just for fun, and for fun I released the early books in their raw state. Who would have thought people would actually buy them!
But now I'm conscious that they reflect badly. No one has actually complained about the quality of writing. I suppose where the story is good then probably poor grammar is forgivable. And reading 007 - A Licence to Bondage again, I was pleased to find that the basic story was pretty good. There were some rough edges which I smoothed out a little, but I didn't want to amend too much. There were a couple of scenes that needed tweaking to remove some potential obstacles to publication. I was surprised that it got passed Amazon first time round and didn't want to risk failing on the resubmit. They were unnecessary anyway, so not an issue.
I also changed was the book cover for Amazon. The first, which is shown at the top, with the guy pulling a boulder by his balls - which is actually a scene from the book - amazingly was accepted by Amazon. But Smashwords turned it down. So I'm consolidating with the same book cover - not quite so graphic, but more tasteful I think.
Anyway - the revision is now complete and the new version is available on Amazon:Amazon - 007 - A Licence to Bondage
and Smashwords: Smashwords - 007 - A Licence to Bondage


Here's an extract to wet the appetite:

Dougie stared at the screen in utter shock, terror washed over him. He could scarcely believe what he was looking at.
The picture in front of him showed a man suspended from the ceiling, his muscular arms were stretch high above him, his wrists tied by straps and chained to a hoist. He wore a black leather jockstrap that covered only part of his cock which looked vibrantly hard and impressively large - the glistening glans and three inches of shaft protruding from the top. He had a very handsome face under short black hair and a leather bit in his mouth to stifle his tortured moans from the pain that was being inflicted upon him.
The pain was coming from several sources. There were clamps attached to his both of his nipples, and the clamps were joined by a chain with a heavy looking weight pulling it down, stretching the guy’s already agonised looking tits and adding to their torture. There were splashes of wax all over his chest - hot wax, Dougie surmised, from the burning candle that sat on a table to the side. But the bound and gagged man’s main source of torment came from something else. It came from another man who stood to the side flaying his back with a whip.
Dougie was captivated by the image. At first he was fearful when it appeared on the screen, afraid he may be caught looking at gay porn, looking at a scene of sexual depravity during working hours... in his boss’s office for heaven’s sake. He would be sacked on the spot and outed as a queer... branded a faggot of the most degenerate type.
But once the initial shock had passed, Dougie knew that discovery was highly unlikely – it was after five o’clock on a Friday and most of the staff would have left the office and be down the local pub by now. And those that might still be around would never dare enter Peter Thomson’s office without knocking first – only Dougie was allowed in here.
So after a few minutes Dougie managed to relax and looked at the picture before him. Confusion was swirling around his brain, and hormones were swirling around his loins turning his cock rigidly hard.
How had this come about?
And why was he feeling so aroused?
Dougie McFarlane had not purposely gone looking for pornographic material on his boss’s laptop. The thought would never have crossed his mind.
Well, that’s not strictly true – Dougie was so enamoured and intrigued by Peter Thomson he was fascinated to know what went on in Peter’s life outside of the office. But tempting as it may have been, Dougie would not dare invade the privacy of his boss and go randomly searching for personal things. Yet he had still managed to uncover this folder and the extensive range of material it held. He had still opened it, and that was a crime against the man he adored – Dougie was appalled at his behaviour.
But it was by accident that Dougie had found it. He had gone into Peter’s office and logged on to his laptop purely with the intention of accessing the ‘Bond’ file and copying it onto his pen drive. He would then take it home and do the work at his leisure over the weekend. He had made a simple search for ‘Bond’ then a few moments later the results were shown – two folders. That narrowed thing down a lot!
Dougie had looked at the names before him – ‘Bond’ was obvious and undoubtedly the correct result – that was the folder Dougie was meant to find – or so he naturally assumed. But there was another name beside it that made Dougie stare in wide mouthed surprise: ‘BONDAGE’
His heart raced when he saw it. What should he do?
Dougie knew the answer – copy the ‘Bond’ folder and close down the computer – leave and never mention he had seen anything else.
But he wanted to look inside – the name in bold letters was calling to him. Of course there could be nothing to it – it may just be another project that Peter was working on that he had jokingly named – something to have a laugh about with his colleagues in the pub. But that wasn’t in keeping with the Peter Thomson Dougie thought that he knew – Peter took his work far too seriously for that sort of larking about. Dougie was sure this was something else – something private – something very private indeed.
Dougie knew it was wrong, but he so wanted to have an understanding of what his hero and mentor was about – take a glimpse into another world where Peter dwelled. He so wanted to satisfy his curiosity, and perhaps, if the material was so disgusting – revolting Dougie with its perversity – the illusion of aloof perfection that Dougie held for this man might be shattered, and Dougie could get Peter Thomson into perspective and get on with his sorry life.
The cursor hovered over the folder and Dougie’s finger hovered over the keyboard – his heart fluttered in his mouth – daring himself to click.
‘But it could be a trap!’ thought Dougie.
Perhaps this was a test. Could Dougie be trusted? If he opened the folder would an alarm be set off and would Peter Thomson then suddenly appear to send Dougie packing in disgrace?
Was this the final test in the three month trial?
Perhaps.
Or perhaps not.
On impulse Dougie threw caution to the wind and double clicked on the folder.
It opened, and by God, what a hell of a surprise.
Dougie wasn’t sure what he had expected to find. Something innocuous involving work was a possibility - but more likely it was something sexual. If so, then Dougie assumed he would find pornographic material involving lusty wenches with their hands tied behind their back.
He didn’t expect to find men!
And ‘men’ was what the folder was all about! There wasn’t a woman to be seen. Spread over his screen was a variety of small thumbnails depicting images of men. Each was different, although some featured the same people, but all had one theme in common. They were photographs of men tied and bound using a range of different equipment, with other men tormenting their bodies with all manner of evil looking tools.
Dougie clicked on the first one.
And that was the one he now looked at with a raging cock in his pants - a cock that his hand was stroking, rubbing the length through the material of his suit trousers and clutching at his churning balls. The image excited him so much.
Why?
Dougie wasn’t sure – it was all so new to him. He had certainly never imagined himself in such a scenario, playing either of the roles on show. If it had been suggested to him he would have shied away, terrified of such depravity. How could anyone enjoy inflicting pain? How could anyone get off on having pain inflicted on them? Dougie’s brain couldn’t fathom it out, although his cock seemed to understand – it was twitching and oozing from the eye. Unconsciously, Dougie rubbed it a little harder.
Dougie felt confused at his obvious arousal. He had still not fully come to terms with being gay – his Calvinist upbringing still caused him pangs of guilt when he thought about men and what he would like them to do to him, what he had allowed men to do to him in the dark of Clapham Common. But his thoughts and his actions had all been relatively tame – he had never envisaged anything like this. He felt confused because it looked wrong, because it looked sinful - and because nothing had ever excited him as much.
But was it possible to take pleasure from such an act? Or was the pleasure only in the viewing?
The men in the picture were clearly getting their kicks, especially the guy who was bound and being flogged – his cock, like Dougie’s, was impressively erect - he was obviously aroused by the pain and subjugation. But in addition to the evidence of his cock there was the expression on his face – on his handsome, masculine face – ecstasy sat there as well as agony.
For a second Dougie closed his eyes and tried to imagine such joy, such sexual fulfilment so beyond his own experiences - beyond his wildest dreams.
He felt the ache in his arms as they were stretched above him. He felt the agony on his tits as they were squashed by the clamps. He felt the scalding of the wax as it splashed across his chest. And he felt the lash cutting into the skin of his back.
“Oh! Ohh! OHHHH!!!” he cried.
Then Dougie’s legs were twitching - they convulsively opened and closed. His asshole pulsated as he squeezed his balls hard... and a load of spunk fired out of his blood engorged cock to fill up his briefs and seep through the material, leaving a stain on his best pair of trousers.
For a few moments Dougie was lost in his climax as physical pleasure washed over his body adding to the joys he had imagined. Then suddenly panic engulfed him. He opened his eyes and looked frantically around for any sign that he might have been seen.
Nothing!
Hastily, with all the guilt of a thief, Dougie inserted his pen drive into the computer port and took a copy of what he needed for the weekend. A copy of ‘Bond’ which he was sure he would work on - it was unthinkable that he wouldn’t do the necessary research... Peter had asked him to do it!
But Peter had also said to have some fun over the weekend, and Dougie would do whatever Peter told him. So he took a copy of ‘BONDAGE’ as well – that was something else he wanted to research!

Mania

Mania is a short story that I am making available for free on sites that allow for such things. Most do, and encourage authors to promote their work with freebies - the exception being Amazon who will only set a book as free once they see it is being sold free elsewhere. So if you have a kindle and want the book for free rather that paying the $2.99 which is the minimum I can set it as on Amazon, then go to Smashwords and get it for free there. They also have all other formats:
Mania on Smashwords
It's an erotica story and there is a degree of violence, but it's a bit differemt from most of my work - an attempt at more serious writing. The stroy is seen through the eyes of a manic depressive (bipolar disorder) who is entering the manic phase of the condition. But it's done in a light manner. The topic is too painful for me to tackle in a grittier way. I hope people find it and enjoy. And hopefully this promotion will gain me a wider readership.

Here's the opening chapter:

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Bloody birds!
There’s a nest at the top of the drainpipe right outside our bedroom window. It’s the crack of dawn and the birds are making a hell of a racket as the proud feathered parents set about the business of feeding their greedy hatchlings.
I shouldn’t complain – I was awake anyway when the chorus started. I usually am at the moment. Apparently that’s not a good sign and I should be increasing the dosage of my medication. But sod that for a game of soldiers! Life can be boring enough as it is without spending it comatose, drugged up to the eyeballs so you don’t upset the ‘majority’ with your anti-social behaviour – those sanctimonious bastards who deem themselves the ‘normal’ people, and in whose ranks thankfully I’m not included.
I glance over at the clock. It’s only just gone six. Too early to wake Mitch up and ask if he fancies a shag. I certainly do. I seem to be permanently randy at the moment - another bad sign, or so Barry, my care worker, tells me. But that’s a huge great pile of camel dung if you ask me. How can it be bad to be randy all the time? Some old blokes pay good money for drugs so they can get it up, and I’m supposed to take drugs to keep my cock under control. The pharmaceutical companies are having a laugh – it doesn’t matter who you are or what you’re about, there’s always something that you have to be on to keep their share price up.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Little buggers! They’re driving me insane.
Oops! Now there’s a word we shouldn’t use in this politically correct household. But some bastards use it behind my back, of that I can assure you. I know what they say when I’ve excused myself from the interminably boring conversation when Mitch is hosting one of his dinner parties. I could be a steak on the plate – something to stick the knife into; or a bottle that is corked – something to turn the nose up at. They haven’t the balls to say it direct to my face, but I know what they’re all thinking and what they bitch about when I’m not around.
Cunts! Liberal shit-brained two faced cunts!
Mitch isn’t one of them though – he’s far too nice to say something scathing like that. He’s a saint is my boyfriend, an absolute angel. What the fuck he’s doing with me, I have no idea, but that’s modern love for you... At least he says that he loves me. And I say it back to keep him happy. But it’s an alien concept to me is love. Whereas lust! Now lust I understand.
‘I am in lust with you, Mitch,’ I want to shout out. ‘Wake up you lazy sod so I can shove my cock up your arse and show you how much I lust you!’
I look at him. He’s out for the count. Beat’s me how he can sleep through all this noise, but it doesn’t seem to disturb him. I wish it would though. Then we could spend the next hour messing up the bed with some filthy early morning sex. No chance though – Mitch isn’t big on early morning sex, and he’s fast asleep anyway. His eyeballs are dancing under his lids – REM that is, so he’s probably dreaming. I wonder what off. Is it me? If that’s the case then it’s a nightmare he’s having and I would do him a favour by waking him up. But it’s more likely to be something ‘nice’ he’s dreaming of, like winning that tennis tournament he’s entered. When does that happen? This weekend I think. Not that I care – I certainly won’t be going to watch him. I hate the bloody sport and the tosspots that play it.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Christ! Can they not shut up? What is it with birds and all the constant blabber? Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Give the worm to me and not my ugly brother! Selfish little buggers!
Woof! Woof!
Oh for fuck’s sake! Now that bloody dog across the road is at it. Rover he’s called. Can you credit it? Rover! How mind-numbingly original is that!
But what about this... why isn’t Rover a cat? That would be better than being a bloody dog. Cats don’t make much noise, apart from the occasional purr and meow. And they’re good at climbing and like to eat birds – so if Rover was a cat it could do us all a favour.
Maybe we should get one – a cat not a dog. It could sort out the birds – but then it would wind up Rover, because cats are evil like that. What’s worse – ‘Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!’ or ‘Woof! Woof!’?
Can you believe I’m actually asking that?  
I’m bored, that’s what it is! I’m quite thirsty as well. A cup of tea would be nice. I could get up and make one, but I can’t be arsed. So I lie here under the duvet and look at my saintly boyfriend, whilst outside suburbia slowly wakes up to the sound of chirping birds and a barking dog called Rover.
He’s nice is Mitch – easy on the eye, I’ll give him that. I’m very lucky to have him – at least that’s what I’m told. He’s a bit of a catch for someone like me, with his looks and his job and this house that he owns. He’s faithful as well, or so he has me believe - a loyal mutt like that bloody dog over the road, although Mitch doesn’t bark anywhere near as loud.
I’m not very faithful – it’s my libido you see. I don’t tell Mitch that I screw around behind his back, although he’d probably understand, what with it being part of ‘my condition’ which lets me get away with a multitude of sins. And he’s SO, SO, very understanding of it all - it drives me up the wall how understanding he can be. I wish he could just let loose, instead of being so in control – monitoring, watching, looking for a sign, ready to deal with another episode if it smacks him in the face.
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
They’re seriously getting on my tits now! I can tell that I’m riled, so I try to calm down by looking at Mitch, and thinking how lucky I am. But it doesn’t work, for he’s pissing me off as well. He’s fast asleep and I want him to wake up. Why can’t he hear those bloody birds? I want to shake him violently and force him to listen. I want to whip the duvet off, jump on top of him and stuff the boner that I’m sporting right up his arse. I want to shag him senseless and make him scream! I want to savage his neck, bite him as I fuck him, and mark that perfect skin with an embarrassing hickey that he has to take to work. I want to wrap my hands around his throat and force the life out of his sickeningly perfect body.
Oh fuck!
Calm! Calm! Calm! Must be calm!
I turn away, fighting with myself, battling with the self-hatred that threatens to consume me. Maybe I do need to up the medication. I’ll give Barry a call later on and talk some of this over.
Lord! What a busy morning it’s going to be, what with important calls to make, and Mitch’s dad coming round.
Yeah, that’s right - Mitch’s dad is making an appearance when his son will be elsewhere, earning a lucrative crust to feed us both with! For the first time I’ll be meeting my boyfriend’s father on my own. He’s popping by to do something in the bathroom, and it isn’t a piss or a crap. He’s going to measure it up apparently. Mitch has decided it needs an overhaul having seen something fabulous in a glossy magazine, and his dad has volunteered to do the work. He’s a bit of a handyman is Mr. Adams. He’s pretty fit as well, and he loathes me with a passion that is verging on the certifiable. I’m very much looking forward to his visit! I wonder if the birds will still be chirping when he comes.

Gangster Gaz is Live! And some thoughts on censorship

It's always a relief to find a new book had been published. And The Taming of Gangster Gaz is now available on a variety of sites, including Amazon, which is always the tricky one.
Sad to say, not all of my books have gone through first time. When I first started writing erotica, I did so for fun, and had no concept of censorship. The early work was posted only on the two main British erotica sites: A1Adultebooks and AdulteBookShop, and at the time all works were accepted. Then I woke up to the wider market and the main player was obviously Amazon's kindle direct publishing (kdp). That's where I encountered the wonders of censorship for the first time.
Don't get me wrong - Amazon have been great! Sales via Amazon allowed me to become a professional writer. But publishing with them can be tricky if you write in my genre - ie gay erotica with BDSM content. The problem is lack of guidelines. If they reject a book, there is no reason given other than it falls outside the guidelines which when you refer to them, they actually say nothing. With trial and error I've come to learn what not to include, and rarely fail to get a book through nowadays. But some did fail in my first few months with kdp, which meant I had to resubmit with toned down versions. This caused some confusion as well as I had to resubmit under a new book name. An example was Brothers in Hell, which is one of my best selling books. On Amazon it is called Taken by the Vorinovs - same book, but slightly softened in a couple of scene.
Of course now the problem has expanded. My friends at those two British sites were forced recently to pull some of my books thanks to Paypal's decision to move into the censorship business. Incest appears to be the hot topic at the moment. Not something that I write about much as Jack Brighton, although I've penned a few incest stories under the name Fergie Boy in my early days. Even the title, like Brothers in Hell, can land you in trouble, by implying incest, which isn't the case in that book.
Thankfully the Paypal threat has gone for the time being, and I am eternally grateful to Mark Coker at Smashwords for standing up to them and the banks behind them who were forcing the issue. But I'm sure there will be others who come along and feel they should be the ones to decide what people can and cannot read - that freedom of expression is all very well as long as it adheres to their own personal views. I know that at any time, some, or all of my work could be withdrawn from sites because it is deemed offensive.
But the good news is that at present I can still write within some reasonable limitations. That Gangster Gaz can have his day and you can read it if you chose to.
Amazon - for kindle format
Smashwords - for all formats

Who's Jack Brighton

So here I am starting my blog. This is all new to me, so if anyone is actually reading this, please bear with me. Also please let me know what you'd like to hear about.


First up, who's Jack Brighton? Well, I'm an author of gay erotica, with a slant towards BDSM. I've been writing professionally for a couple of years now and have published over twenty books through my company Firm Hand Books. Sadly that's not me in the picture there. That's Gangster Gaz and he'll be coming out soon in Jack Brighton's latest ebook. - The Taming of Gangster Gaz. It's another story from The Wild Side, a club of my creation set in London's Soho area. The Wild Side has featured in several of my books, so if you have read any, then you'll be familiar with some of the characters. The club owner, Angus McCloud, is there, along with brief appearances from his slaves - Sven, Marco, and new boy Dylan. But it's my favourite character that has star billing - the fabulous Paddy McGuire, along side an old 'friend' Aussie Shane, who's a worker at the club. It is their task to set about taming Gangster Gaz, and they do so in a very unusual way


Here's an extract...


As he was led through the door into The Wild Side’s inner sanctum of power, Shane’s eyes flicked apprehensively from Angus McCloud who was seated behind his desk, to Paddy McGuire who stood impassively behind his master, gazing threateningly at Shane, daring defiance. Now Shane was seriously worried, for that horny big Irishman – fabulous stud that he was - usually trailed a bucket-load of trouble in his wake. For the first time Shane wondered if he might actually turn the trick down, in favour of the relative safety of unemployment and hustling on the streets of London.Shane shuffled nervously - his usual arrogant bluster calmed in the presence of three legends of their world. There was silence in the room. Everyone waited on Angus – the man in charge.A true master at the game, Angus allowed the air of tension to build. He wanted to keep the young Aussie off guard and not reveal his hand too early. So he took a moment to look Shane over, knowing he had to play this carefully. It was obvious the lad was now having some doubts, which was only to be expected – a year’s salary for a trick was a very suspicious proposal. Angus reckoned that even more money might be needed to swing the deal - and he would pay whatever it took. Although money in itself might not be enough - fear of the job might make the lad balk no matter how much cash was on offer. But there were other ways to control a man and get him to do what you wanted – and controlling men was Angus McCloud’s speciality.Angus nodded his head appreciatively having already decided on his tactic – a long chat with the lads concerning the nature of Shane, made it obvious what he should do. “Yes, Charles,” the boss said, “he certainly looks the part. I think you’ve chosen well here. But are you sure he’s up to the task?”“You said you wanted the best, Mr. McCloud, and Shane is the best I’ve got,” replied Charles, following the agreed script. “If he can’t sort the client out, then he’d be working on a corpse.”“Is that true, Shane?” quizzed Angus.“I don’t know,” replied Shane apprehensively. “It depends on what’s involved.”“Does it really?” asked Angus with a look of surprise.“I would have thought so,” answered Shane, not sure of his ground.“But Mr. Charles assures me it doesn’t – hand job, blowjob, and definitely a fuck – whatever the requirement, I’m told you’re the best.”Angus paused to let the flattery do its job. He saw a cocky grin appear on Shane’s face. It was then that he added a further layer of ego swelling stuff.“And Paddy agrees,” Angus said, with a quick look back to the Irishman, who took the cue to put a lusty smirk of fond remembrance on his ruggedly handsome face, leering at Shane in a most vulgar manner, as his master continued to play to the lad’s vanity. “He said your arse was a dream to be up when he had the pleasure of you a few months ago. Couldn’t remember a better ride, or coming in a lad so hard.”There was another pause to allow Shane to recall the incident – part of an afternoon of debauchery in a flat owned by the club. Shane had lived there at the time along with two other club workers, and Dylan was introduced by Paddy as a new flatmate. Sven and Marco had been there as well, and at Paddy’s instigation, an orgy ensued in the Jacuzzi. The memory came back quickly and Shane puffed out his chest with pride. It had been a heck of a good fucking the Irishman had given him – easily the best of many he had taken that day. But he never realised that Paddy had enjoyed him so much. Shane hoped that an encore might be on the cards, for he certainly wouldn’t mind another pounding from the big Irish stud.Angus noted the reaction with satisfaction. The ploy was working well – the lad was taking the bait. A final pampering to Shane’s ego would have him hooked. “And apparently on the same day, your arse was the one my new slave Dylan came inside for the first time ever,” Angus said in feigned awe at the wonder of this claim to fame. “I’m told it was in a blind sampling of five different men when the lad lost his virginity. A group that included Sven and Marco, my two other slaves, who I know from extensive experience both give excellent rides – but it was your arse that excited the boy the most and he chose to fire inside for the first time. Do you recall what I’m referring to?”“Well, yes sir!” stated Shane, his head swimming in all this flattery. “It was in the Jacuzzi at the club apartment when I lived there. It was a very enjoyable afternoon.”“And everyone enjoyed you the most,” said Angus, really over-egging it.Shane smirked with self-satisfied pride. He always knew he was good, and that he had the best ass in the business, but to hear it confirmed by no other than Angus McCloud, based on the views of Mr. Charles and Paddy McGuire – well that was the stuff of fame. Surely he was now a legend as well!“Well, I’m flattered sir,” said Shane, basking in the moment. “Thank you... But, getting back to what you think I’m best qualified for... what exactly do you want me to do?”“Well... I can’t be totally sure,” replied Angus casually, slouching into his leather swivel chair. “The details are to be covered later by someone else. But there’ll be nothing extreme if that’s what you’re thinking. Vanilla stuff, I should imagine – get him hard, make him come. It might just be a blowjob – although you’ll use your arse if told.”“Is that all?” asked Shane, his suspicions rising again. “Why the big pay cheque then?”Angus hung his head then looked up all bashful, like a naughty little boy who’d just been found out. “Aye, they told me you were smart, as well as being a brilliant fuck,” the boss said. “So no point trying to fool you - there is this one small thing. The client – and I have to stress we’re not sure exactly who the end client is, but it would be best to assume he’s not Brad Pitt... probably not anywhere near as good looking.”“Yeah, I guessed that he’d be a horror story: fat and ugly with a body odour problem – I’m prepared for the worst. But it still doesn’t justify a year’s salary... or explain why I get a ticket home.”Angus nodded, conceding the point, playing the lad carefully as he reeled him in. “No – it doesn’t,” he agreed. “You see Shane – this is why we want you: first and foremost because you’re the best. But also because we’ll need you to disappear immediately afterwards – and Australia’s a very good place for an Aussie lad to hide.”“I need to disappear? Immediately! I don’t like the sound of this,” said a worried looking Shane.“Unfortunately yes – you’ll have to disappear. You see, that’s the big issue – why you’ll earn a small fortune. The actual client won’t be... how shall I put it? He won’t be very willing.”“Not willing?”“Well, to be honest, he’ll probably be bloody furious,” said Angus with a hearty laugh. “I should imagine you’ll get cussed to the gates of hell. There’ll be threats as well – nasty threats. And that’s why we need you, Shane – a true professional who can rise above it. A man so skilful, that he can get the most unwilling straight bloke hard and force him to come despite detesting gay men. It will be a huge challenge. That’s why we need the best. Are you up for the challenge, Shane? Can you make a straight guy enjoy gay sex, or do we need to think again and find someone... better?”“But there is no one better,” claimed Shane.Angus shrugged his shoulder at this apparent conundrum.“These threats...” mused Shane, torn between the flattery and the unspecific risks involved.“Idle I would imagine,” answered Angus dismissively. “Macho pride demanding he makes a fuss, even though he’s having a blast – straight blokes can be queer like that. But even if not - he’ll never know who you are. We reckon he’ll be blindfolded, so at the worst he’ll hear you. He’ll hear an Aussie voice – an Aussie who’ll be in Sydney a few days later. I doubt if he’d bother, but if he did come looking – what would he have to go on – a queer Aussie in Sydney – it would be like searching through grains of sand on the beach for one that you felt elsewhere. So what do you reckon, Shane? Paddy will be with you to make sure there’s no trouble. He’ll mind you and... Well, generally take care of you in lots of ways during the day and night you’ll be out of town on business. I’m sure you’d both like to renew that old acquaintance.”Angus smirked. Shane looked to Paddy who was smirking as well, lustily devouring him with his emerald eyes. ‘Now that would be one hell of a bonus:’ thought Shane as he gazed at the hunky Irishman, ‘a night with Paddy McGuire thrown in as a sweetener!’ Shane’s asshole pulsed with yearning – wanting the big stud to take him there and now.“One trick!” said Angus, moving in for the close. “Make some straight guy come and earn a year’s salary for your efforts – or are you not man enough for the job?”“A year’s salary – okay, but it has to be a year spent in the cage each night,” stated Shane boldly.“What!” exclaimed Angus in mock horror. “But that’s more than double the amount you would normally earn.”“But if you want the best then you have to pay for it,” replied Shane smugly.Angus shook his head. He offered up his hands in exasperated defeat. He hammed it up so convincingly, Shane bought it hook line and sinker. “You drive a hard bargain boy... but alright – I’ll meet your outrageous demand...” Then suddenly his voice turned icy cold as he added in a warning, “...But you’ll do exactly what I say. The agreement is between the men in this room. No one else must ever know. For if they do - then pray that it isn’t me and Paddy who get to you first. Because we’d find you boy – and when we did - your time tonight in the cage would be like a stroll in the park compared to what me and that big animal behind me will do to you. Understand?”“Yes sir!” said Shane, suddenly very afraid.“Right. Now go home and pack. Leave us a key to your flat and we’ll send everything on to a forwarding address. Stay indoors for the next two days. No going out on a spending spree. No bars or clubs – and definitely no men. I want a low profile until you’re collected on Thursday. You’ll be flying to Glasgow with Paddy, and up there he’ll be in charge, so you’ll obey him in everything. On Friday you do the trick... then come the weekend – it’s hello again Bondi Beach!”Angus stood up. He offered Shane his hand. “It’s been nice meeting you, lad. Make sure we never have cause to meet again.”And with those chilling words Shane was dismissed. He was escorted out by Mr. Charles.“Do you think he’s up to it?” asked Angus once he and Paddy were alone.“Probably – he is actually a pretty good fuck, and his vanity will want him to succeed. The risk is that he balks when he sees the man, if the client is as hideous as we’re presuming. We need to make sure he’s as randy as possible. Otherwise he might not tackle the man with the sort of enthusiasm that will be needed.”Angus got out of his chair and stood before his favourite slave. Grasping Paddy’s meaty buttocks he pulled the man close and grinned in his face. “Then perhaps you’d best not shag him again the night before,” laughed Angus. “Which I know for a fact would normally happen – randy bugger that you are.”Paddy grinned back at him. “If you order me not to sir, then of course I won’t shag him.”“I would never do such a cruel thing,” said Angus, who found Paddy’s butch nature such a turn on. “And anyway - it would put you in a right grumpy mood for the following day if you didn’t get your hole the night before... But I take it you have a plan to make sure both of you are in the right frame of mind for the job.”“I’ll come up with something, sir.”“Aye, I’m sure you will, Paddy.”“For one thing - I think it would be best to call one of our suppliers,” added the Irishman. “Mr. Charles was probably right in that some chemical help might be needed. A strong aphrodisiac rubbed onto the man’s knob would be best. We might not have the luxury of time for something oral to take effect.”“Again I’m sure you’ll go well prepared. Anything else you’ll need?”“Yes sir... some less obnoxious company.”
Taming Gangster Gaz will be released in the next few days. In the meantime, you can find the other Tales from The Wild Side and the rest of Jack Brighton's books at:Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Jack%20Brighton&search-alias=booksSony: http://ebookstore.sony.com/search?keyword=jack+brightonBarnes and Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/jack-brighton?store=ALLPRODUCTS&keyword=jack+brightonKobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=Jack+Brighton&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=averagerating&g=bothSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/JackBrighton