Blizzard (MM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,708
2 Ratings (4.5)

[Siren Classic BDSM ManLove: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, ManLove, Alternative, BDSM, MM, HEA]

Javier Gutierrez is a man on a mission for his family’s business. When he meets Nathan, however, everything changes, and he starts to question who he really is.

In addition to the valuable information Nathan provides him, however, Javier soon finds this man has a keen interest in bondage, which Javier has always been curious about. Now the two find themselves in the throes of gay bondage passion, and Javier begins to question where his loyalties truly lie.

Javier knows he must come clean about his intentions with Nathan, but Nathan has a few secrets of his own, and the plot twists once again, even as Nathan subjects Javier to all the painful and pleasurable lessons that only gay bondage sex can teach. Javier had always imagined himself a shrewd businessman, but now he must choose between his newfound love for Nathan and his loyalty to his family.

Blizzard (MM)
2 Ratings (4.5)

Blizzard (MM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 20,708
2 Ratings (4.5)
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A blizzard moved upon Chicago like a frenzied monster in the night, and for that reason, Javier Gutierrez believed he would have to spend a little extra time there rather than immediately boarding his next flight to Mexico City.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket even before getting off the plane and pressed a few buttons. A moment later, someone answered.


“The plane just landed. A storm’s coming in.”

“Did you do what I told you?” asked a perturbed voice on the other end.

“No, I wasn’t able to. He was sitting too far from me.” Javier was terrified of the man he was talking to, and he knew coming up empty-handed wasn’t an option. “I’m getting off the plane as we speak, but if you want this to happen, I need information now. I don’t know if you’ve heard about the blizzard, but I’m probably gonna be delayed.”

“I’m on my computer, and my contacts are on the other line. I’ll call you back in three minutes.”


“And Javier,” said the voice, even colder than it had been thus far, “don’t disappoint me this time.”

Javier’s eyes grew misty as the man spoke to him. He was well aware that he had failed before, but he was also convinced that this time would be different. This time, he would make the man proud.

“I won’t. I’ll wait for your call.”

When he hung up, he grabbed his bag from the overhead bin and walked into the airport, looking around for his target. As soon as he spotted Nathan Hill, he did his best to get as close to him as possible.

“The whole night?” Nathan asked the clerk he was talking to, raising his voice just slightly as he spoke. “I have to catch a plane. I have important business waiting for me.”

The lady behind the desk pursed her lips in what seemed to Javier like annoyance. He wondered how many unhappy customers she had had to deal with in her career—or even that very day.

“Only God controls the weather, Mr. Hill. We can put you up at a local Marriott. You’re looking at a day, maybe two, before we can get you on your way.”

She handed the man back his identification, and Nathan stormed off, a terrifying look of fury plastered on his face. Then Javier’s phone rang again.

“Hill is staying at the Marriott in room 105. See if you can get to him there. At least a room close by. Strike up a conversation. Find out what he knows.”

“I’m on it,” Javier replied, hands trembling so badly he nearly dropped the phone.

“Name?” said the same clerk.

“Javier Gutierrez Sanchez,” he replied.

“Ahh yes, you purchased extra insurance. We have a room at the Marriott you can stay at until the storm passes. It’ll likely be a few days before your next flight leaves.”

Javier wondered what it must be like to have a job repeating the same information over and over. The life of privilege he had led thus far had left him without any such experience.

“Oh great,” Javier said flatly. “What floor?”

The clerk raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “The fifteenth.”

“I’m from Mexico City, ma’am, and I don’t like the idea of being on the fifteenth floor with the potential for earthquakes.” It was the only lie he could come with on the spot, and even he knew it sounded ridiculous. “Can’t I stay on the ground floor?”

“Hmmm,” she said. “There’s a room available in 107, but you’ll have a roommate.”

“If I’m gonna have a roommate anyway, I’d rather stay in 105.” He leaned in, whispering, “It’s my lucky number.”

“And it’s your lucky day,” the bitter clerk replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she continued typing on her keyboard. “You’ll have a roommate there, too, but we’ll make the arrangements, and we’ll call you when you can catch your next flight. Like I said, you’re looking at a few days. At least this room has two queen beds, so that should make you more comfortable.”

Javier didn’t respond except to nod at her and walk away, and then he went to collect the rest of his bags. He couldn’t believe his good fortune to be able to stay in a room with the very man he needed to talk to. After he grabbed his bags from the conveyor belt at baggage claim, he sat down and started looking through a file folder he pulled from his backpack. He had all the information someone good at this sort of thing could ever need about the man, but at twenty-four years of age, even Javier realized he had a lot yet to learn. He had studied that same file for days, and his failed assignment had been to sit next to Nathan Hill on the plane to find out what his plans were. Somehow, he couldn’t even manage that. A blizzard coming in would be his only and last hope.

Nathan Hill was a thirty-four-year-old Caucasian man with brown hair and a muscular build. A picture of his face was located at the top of the first page of the file, and he studied the man’s features. There was a sense of darkness in his eyes that captivated Javier, and he got lost in them for a moment before forcing himself back to the task at hand. If the two men ever got in a fight, Javier was sure he would lose. After all, he was ten years younger than Nathan, and he had a much slighter build. His honey-colored skin got him all the attention he needed though. After all, some men didn’t like a lot of extra muscle. Sometimes the beauty of masculine youth was enough for them.

Javier finally put the file back into his bag, and he pulled out his phone once more. He nearly withered in guilt at yet another failure that evening, but now at least he would have a new opportunity. He wondered if anyone else on his flight also found the blizzard to be a sign of good fortune.




Nathan turned off the overhead light, and a soft, ominous glow illuminated from the one lamp that was still on. He also turned the heat as high as it would go, and Javier could hear the blast of hot air coming through the vent. He stood before his Master, naked, trembling, and he viewed a cruel darkness in Nathan’s eyes.

“I like my slaves to sweat,” he said softly, lightly brushing Javier’s cheek.

Javier didn’t move. He had actually never been so nervous in his life, but his Master was right. He really was starting to sweat. Nathan, too, was naked, and soon he pressed Javier onto the bed.

Javier lay there for a moment, trying to get comfortable. He watched as Nathan moved a long, doubled-over strand of rope behind the headboard. He walked to the side of the bed where the bight of the rope could be found, and he raised it to the mattress.

“Bring your arm over here, Javier,” he commanded crisply, and Javier immediately obeyed.

Nathan wrapped the strands of rope around Javier’s wrist, but he placed his thumb in between that rope and Javier’s flesh, and Javier ascertained that this action was to prevent the blockage of circulation in his wrist. When Nathan had Javier’s wrist tied on one side, he walked to the other. Javier nervously watched as Nathan tied the rope there in a square knot, creating a false bight. Then he bound Javier’s other wrist in much the same way. Soon Javier’s hands were bound, and there truly was no escape. Javier would have to endure whatever punishments Nathan so desired to inflict on him.

“Are you comfortable, Javier?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered back, eyes wide with the unbearable anticipation of what was to come.

Nathan had been right to turn the heat up, as even with a raging blizzard outside, his body truly did glisten with his own perspiration.

“I’m gonna fuck your face, slave,” he said, and Javier realized it was the first time anyone had ever called him a slave. It stung, and yet it was hot.

Javier continued watching his Master in silence, ready to endure whatever punishments he would receive.

“If it gets to be too much, just tap the headboard. I’ll pull out for a minute, and we can see how you’re doing.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said again, eager to feel the wide girth of Nathan’s cock in his mouth, ready to take a load there if it came to that.

If he was a slave, after all, he desired to be a good one, and even he knew that all good slaves did their best to swallow every drop of cum that spewed from a Master’s throbbing cock.

Nathan was already naked, as well, and Javier was finally able to admire his perfect form. He obviously worked out, maybe even a little too much. Javier secretly wondered if the man used any kind of steroids, but he tried to put such thoughts out of his mind for the moment and simply bask in the beauty of being the slave he had always wanted to be.

Nathan crawled onto the bed, dick already hard, and he straddled Javier. He held his cock just an inch or so from Javier’s mouth, and Javier knew well that it wouldn’t be long before Nathan was fucking his face.

Nathan pulled his cock away for a moment and moved his mouth right next to Javier’s ear, such that Javier could feel the hot breath there.

“Tell me, Javier,” he said. “How does it feel to be tied up? To be my slave?”

These questions caught Javier off guard, but he could easily sense that his Master liked dirty talk, and the dirtier Javier could respond, the harder his Master would fuck his face. Javier had never been good at describing a sexual situation to his partners’ satisfaction, but still he would try. He was a slave, after all, so he pretended he had no choice but to obey.

“It’s a little scary, Sir,” Javier responded, knowing well how his master would want to be addressed.

Calling a powerful man sir came as naturally to Javier as breathing, and he figured the ease that the word came from his lips must be from his fundamental desire to be just such a slave, his keen business ambition notwithstanding.

“A little scary, huh?” Nathan said, looking up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought.

His cock was still hard, though, and Javier realized that in a matter of mere moments, that dick would be pumping inside his mouth, leading his Master closer and closer to shooting a hot, sticky load. Nathan looked back down at Javier, and he scooted a few inches back for a moment, now straddling his abs.

“I want us both to enjoy this, slave,” he said.

Javier was silent, and he waited in eager anticipation of the face fucking to come. He grabbed the rope that bound his wrists, and he knew he was ready to take that hard rod into his mouth. Nathan scooted forward again, taking the base of his cock between his thumb and his index finger, guiding it ever closer to Javier’s mouth.

“Open,” he commanded, and Javier instantly obeyed.

Nathan went easy on Javier at first, just barely inching his cock into Javier’s mouth. Javier did his best to wet that dick, swirling his tongue around it as Nathan moved farther toward the back of his throat. He wanted to give this man the best blowjob he had ever had, but he didn’t know if he could. After all, this was the first time Javier had ever sucked a man’s throbbing member while his hands were bound. Nathan was right. All he could do at this point was allow his Master to do to him whatever he wanted, and Javier would have to take it.

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