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This is not m/m romance.They don't use condomsThere is dubious consentLittle if any lubeThey do BDSM while drunkThey don't have safe wordsThere is sex with other menIt is gay porn. The cocks are at least nine or ten inches and always hard. The studs can come more than six times a night. They can withstand dry fucking with little or no prep. They can withstand abuse and even kidnapping.So why 4 stars and not 1 or 2? Because underneath all these pornographic trappings is a book that delves into the line between abuse and BDSM and the part alcohol plays in both. It also shows how "true love" can hit even the most jaded player.In this case, sobriety prevents Alex from expressing the kinky part of his personality.The Epilogue is the true essence of the book. But it needed the details of the rest of the story to make it real.Here we see the grown up versions of the two men ten years after they met and "tells" us how their relationship developed over those years. Some readers might have preferred to be "shown" that, but my imagination worked just fine in joining all the dots together based on the men I got to know through the first few chapters.Rory stared at the face he had grown to love. It was a fine face indeed. Even now after these months of worry which had added a haggard element; Alex still looked amazing. He was forty-three; and five of those years had caught up on him suddenly, so that he now looked nearer his age. But he carried it so well; strong fleshy features under dark brown hair that always looked unkempt... and exactly right, even though the lucky bugger never bothered to do anything with it. The designer stubble he had taken to wearing, added to the manliness; and Rory really liked the new look, even though he nagged him to death about shaving it off. There always had to be something to use as his stick to prod Alex with.It explores the way BDSM can fit into a "normal" relationship. How and when they switch into the groove.Alex needed a bit of a prodding; but by God, could he spring into action once the mental barrier was crossed. Whisky and a few verbal jibes usually did the trick. The game had started and they were both fully aware of it. They never initiated it with direct words: no clear statement of intent, just an understanding of what was going to happen.By being "told" we also see Rory's maturity and the understanding he has developed for his partner's needs and his own and how they can both be met.Rory loved how he could push him and would have such fun in doing so; get away with blue murder for weeks on end: then slap! A hard crack across the cheek, totally out of the blue, and the balance was reset in an instant. And it was at that moment, when a flash of fear shot through his being and adrenalin flooded his body, that Rory loved him the most, that their relationship seemed totally solid, that he would do anything for this man and take whatever he chose to dish out, grateful for every thrust from his virile big cock and blow from his strong right arm.Capped off by a novel way to use Maltesers.I'm enjoying reading Jack Brighton's books and those of his alter ego's Tom Ferrell and Fergie Boy. Yeah, there is a sameness about the sex, but there is also a story there.A few typos stop it being a five star.