[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Gay, Contemporary, BDSM, Spanking, MM, HEA]
Zack Smith has just gotten married to his high school crush. However, he and Mason are not yet out of the woods when it comes to marital problems.
Zack is perpetually worried about his slim appearance compared to Mason being so much more muscular. Fearing judgment, Zack pulls away from Mason sexually.
How will Mason find unorthodox ways to deal with the frustration of not being able to encourage Zack to spice up their marriage with bondage sex they have been enjoying? Can Mason and Zack recommit their relationship to each other to stay together for a lifetime?
“What’s wrong with us?”
“Nothing,” Mason said, his voice a high-pitched whine. “You’re just paranoid. You always think you’re too skinny, and you always think there’s something coming between us. There’s nothing.”
“I saw you checking out that guy yesterday. Did you think he was hot?”
“He looked like you,” Mason responded, his voice displaying a clear state of annoyance. “You know I like guys who look like you. You’re my type. That’s one reason I fell in love with you, the reason I thought about you all the years we were apart.”
“So anyone who looks like me would do?” Zack said, raising his voice.
“No!” Mason replied, walking back to his chair and grabbing a third slice of pizza. Zack still had yet to eat a bite. “That’s not it at all. Look, why are you trying to pick a fight with me? I’m your husband, for God’s sake. We love each other. Let’s not argue like this.”
“I know,” Zack said softly, walking back to his chair at the kitchen table. He finally took a slice of pizza and put it on the plate Mason had gotten for him earlier, but he didn’t eat it yet. Something was very wrong. But then, maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe Zack really was just paranoid.
Mason and Zack sat in silence for a long time, and Zack pulled out his phone to check the weather, the news, anything to get his mind off his marital problems. Mason picked up his phone, too, and started scrolling.
“This war in Ukraine is terrible,” Zack said, halfheartedly trying to change the subject.
“Yeah, it is,” Mason said, clearly distracted. Zack continued staring at him, ignoring his own phone for a moment. He watched Mason’s wide eyes as he pored over whatever content he could find on his device.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing, babe,” Mason said, continuing to scroll with his finger. It was clear to Zack that Mason was hardly paying attention to him at all. Zack slowly stood, and Mason didn’t even seem to notice. Then Zack walked in front of Mason, and still he didn’t notice! Zack stood there watching him for a long time, and then in a sudden movement, he yanked the phone from Mason.
“What are you doing?” Mason demanded, the anger evident on his face. Then Zack turned the phone screen to face him, and what he saw shocked him.
There, on Mason’s phone, were semi-nude images of men who looked similar to Zack. He was on a porn site, and the search he had done was for skinny men with black hair in bondage. Fuck! What was Mason doing?
“What is this garbage?” Zack demanded, taking the phone and slamming it onto the table. “What are you doing?”
“Zack, you have to understand. You say you want me to tie you up, but you haven’t let me in over a week. I have needs, too.”
“Do you think it’s okay for you to look at this shit?”
“Please, Sir,” Zack said, his voice more than a whisper now but still quiet. “Please fuck me.”
With those words, Mason moved yet a third finger into Zack’s ass, massaging him even more forcefully. Zack knew now that his ass was well stretched out and that it would easily welcome Mason’s cock, the fact that that cock was so big notwithstanding.
“Do you like that, Zack?”
“Yes, Sir, but I’d like your cock even more.”
With that one word, Mason took his fingers out of Zack’s ass and started to untie him. Zack was sure that Mason had plans to fuck him hard, and he couldn’t wait for that to happen.
Still, as Mason was busy untying Zack, Zack felt a sinking feeling that he was in some ways still losing Mason—and that it was all his fault. After all, Zack had thought Mason was having a fling on the side with his friend Sam, something that turned out not to be true. Now Zack was paranoid that he wasn’t sexual enough with Mason because Mason sought out models on the internet who looked like Zack to get him off. Fuck! Was Zack really just paranoid, or was he on to something? Was something really wrong with his relationship with Mason, or was this just a normal phase of development between two newlyweds? Zack didn’t have the answers to these questions, but they haunted him as he prepared for Mason to invade his hole with his rock-hard dick.
After Mason got Zack untied, Zack grabbed each of his wrists to try to get the circulation back into them. Then he got onto his back and waited to see what Mason was going to do next. Mason positioned himself in front of Zack, facing him, and he roughly took Zack’s ankles and hoisted them up over his head. Zack looked on with wide eyes as he viewed Mason’s magnificent body.
That was another aspect of their marriage that Zack had always had a problem with. Mason seemed to be the more attractive of the two of them, and Zack always wondered if he was good enough. Of course, Mason had assured him countless times that he was more than good-looking enough for him, but Zack’s paranoia often got the better of him.
As these thoughts raced through Zack’s mind, Mason was obviously oblivious to Zack’s torment.
“Are you ready?” Mason growled, grabbing Zack’s ankles with one massive hand as he reached over and picked up the lube with the other. He slicked up his own cock before moving a little bit to grease Zack’s ass. Then, after he put it back, he placed his cock right in front of Zack’s manhole and prepared to enter, to fuck Zack hard, to make them both come like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
“Yes, Sir,” Zack said, eyes wide as he stared at Mason. Slowly, Mason began to move his cock into Zack’s ass, and Zack let his head fall back as he closed his eyes and tried to remain fully present for the fucking action. Further and further into Zack’s ass, Mason moved his cock until he finally reached the base. Mason held it there for several seconds, his voice breathy as he spoke.
“You’re a good fuck, Zack,” he said, and then he started moving his cock back out of Zack’s ass. The sensations were divine, and Zack opened his eyes and looked once more into Mason’s face. It was almost expressionless, but there was a hint of cruelty there, a slight clue that Mason really did enjoy taking possession of Zack as his husband and personal property. Of course, Zack didn’t know if that was true or not, but the idea was hot, and he longed to feel Mason really ravage his ass. He knew it wouldn’t be long till he got his wish, so he tried to wait patiently.