The Suzie Slade ManLove Collection, Vol. 1 (MM)

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 70,823
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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Contemporary, Historical, MM, HEA]

Test Your Metal

Ever dreamed of meeting a rock star? Ryan Elliott did too, one day, it became a reality. Attending a long awaited UK concert, Ryan, sweet and intelligent, has a “near kiss experience” with the hunky frontman of his favourite band when he jumps into the crowd. A chance meeting in a bar after the gig leaves Ryan with a hang-over and a mobile number.

Bradley May is the sexy lead singer of metal band Time of Death. Wanted by men and women, he can have anyone; the only problem is he’s yet to come out to his friends and family, let alone the arbitrary public. Meeting again, the two hook up for a steamy night of passion leading to a whirlwind romance.

Soon the American band is required to return home and Brad asks his new boyfriend to go with him. Can Ryan really agree to move to New Jersey and begin a new life with his beau?

High Price

Richard Burrows has never been hired to save someone before, but at that price, he can't refuse. Getting in and out of Tyburn Gaol was easy, but what follows leaves the attractive widower bewildered and falling for the man he’s supposed to hand over in a week’s time. He had been told to rescue William Hinde—a young, beautiful brunette who was sent to the gallows. Richard liked dark hair, only it's usually belonged to women.

Waiting to be hanged, the son of a well-to-do yeoman doesn't think twice when the strapping hero comes bursting into his cell, kills the guard and carries him away to freedom. Richard takes the lad under his wing and attempts to nurse him back to health on their journey up north. As the two become more reliant upon each other, they begin to dread the inevitable final destination and the heartbreaking separation they will have to endure.

The Suzie Slade ManLove Collection, Vol. 1 (MM)
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The Suzie Slade ManLove Collection, Vol. 1 (MM)

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Test Your Metal


Once the shaggy looking roadies had finished setting up, the lights went down and the entire place took a deep breath. The drummer came out first and sat behind his kit in silence. Then the bassist and two guitarists did the same. All the while, we looked on in awe. Three crashes of the cymbal smashed the silence and the horde of bodies surged forwards. Dry ice ebbed from the stage that was not even a metre from us. The other members of the band joined in forming the backing to “In my Veins.” That’s when he walked out, blue beams highlighted his perfect body as he began to belt out the lyrics. I couldn’t believe how many people in the room loved these men as much as we did. Every word he sang was accompanied by a thousand or so other voices. I thought I was going to melt.

The sweat that dripped from his perfectly smooth brow and plastered his glossy black locks to his face only enhanced the visual sexuality of the man who was screaming into the microphone. He was even more beautiful in real life. His hazel eyes glittered like nuggets of gold in the beams of the LED lasers. The girls and I screamed when partway through the show Brad peeled his soaking wet T-shirt from his muscled torso and flung it carelessly into the mob. Within minutes, the garment had been shredded to bits by a million grabbing hands (unfortunately, I wasn’t near enough to swipe a piece) and the American just laughed at the sight, flashing his pearly teeth.

“Oh you like that, do you?” He taunted us. “What, you want a piece of this?” He slid a long slender hand over one of his distended powder pink nipples and down the glistening valley in the middle of his rock hard abdomen stopping with a black-nailed thumb hooked into his buckle.

Having come onto the stage bare footed, he now stood in just his patent leather trousers which left little to the imagination. Slug low, they revealed a tattoo of purple and black flames licking up towards his naval from beneath the impossibly tight waistband. The gyrating of his hips sent shivers down my spine and straight to my groin area. An ear splitting guitar solo filled the room from Nicole’s preferred guy and Brad used that time to vault down of the stage and over to us, the public. He high fived some fans jovially on his journey along the front row.

My heart beat wildly when he came towards me. Random hands, like claws, brushed past every part of me trying to grab at him. Those soulful brass eyes were looking directly at me. Suddenly, he hopped up onto the silvery railing so his body was now in line with mine; the cold hard steel was the only thing hiding my straining cock from the pretty boy I was now chest to chest with. It was quite possibly one of the most surreal moments of my life. It was like a dream only the elbows that were now jabbing furiously in my back were really quite painful.

He smelt of fresh perspiration and whisky. I watched astonished as he didn’t even flinch as fingers from all directions dug into his tight shoulders and bulging biceps, leaving scratches and bruises almost immediately. Without warning, his arm that wasn’t grasping the gate snaked around the back of my neck and he took a handful of my hair.

He pulled my face towards his and pressed his burning forehead against mine. The microphone was between our mouths and he was singing again, singing to me, the intensity of his stare nearly enough to cause me faint. The throng of mainly females around me became even more frenzied, shrieks piercing my ear drums. I almost whimpered when the front man let me loose with a light shove against my chest and hurdled back to join his band.




I gasped audibly when his hot wet tongue lapped at my helmet. Now that I was unaccustomed to. Running my fingers through his silken locks, I tried to breathe evenly as the new pleasure overloaded my senses. After a few swirls around the end that was pointing at him, he slid his tongue up and down my rod of hard flesh, only stopping and returning to the end when his nose touched the dark curling hair around the base of my sex. Then he sucked the round head into his mouth and glided along the length, taking my full length into the steaming hot cavern. Shivers ran down my spine as he pumped his neck back and forth, hollowing his cheeks as he did so. I took fists full of his long hair and fucked his face in a fashion I’d only witnessed in pornos.

“Oh fuck…” I muttered to the ceiling.

Knowing it would all be over too soon if he didn’t slow down, I placed my hands on his bulging shoulders and gently pushed him away. Immediately, I felt bereft as my substantial erection left his throat with a disconcerting slurping sound. His wide dark eyes glistened in the low light as he peered up at me from his lower position. He was the most exquisite human being I’d ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes (and other body parts) on. Somehow, even though he was more than occupied, he’d manage to remove his own trainers without my noticing. I had an idea. Untying my headband, I held it up before him, twisting the material around my fingers teasingly. Hunger flashed in his eyes before I covered them with the patterned strip, knotting it at the back of his head.

The muscular guy lent back on his elbows, his solid abs rippling as he hitched his hips slightly off the bed so I could wrench his PVC trousers down. Excitement buzzed through me when his lengthy dick jumped free. I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so, to see he was completely hairless, but my suspicions of him not wearing any pants were confirmed. I ran my hands up his tensed thighs, pinning him down with my body weight. I straddled his narrow hips relishing the feeling of his body warmth between my legs. Our engorged cocks slid deliciously against one another as I hunched forwards and pulled him into a wet kiss. Taking his thick phallus in my fist I began to pump and did the same to my own with my free hand. His was a little larger than my own and more pink.

“Ryan…” he breathed. “Oh God, Ryan, fuck me.”

I reached over to the small cabinet at the side of the bed and grabbed at a small bottle of lube and a condom (he’d mentioned he always kept “emergency supplies” when we were chatting in the club previously). I ripped the gold wrapper in half, his head jerked, clearly recognising the sound. I slid the clear rubber cover over my cock and squirted some of the cold slime into my palm. I ran it up and down my aching erection. Spreading his tattooed thighs, I poured more lube onto my first two fingers. Rubbing one gently around his ring, he whimpered a little and flung his head back as I pushed my index finger in up to the knuckle and pulled it back out, I repeated, each time probing a little deeper inside of the American. Adding a second finger, I felt him tense considerably.

“Relax…” I whispered to him, massaging his tight but weighty balls. They were so smooth.

Jabbing my digits slowly in, I began a scissoring motion to help his entrance open a little. All the while he moaned, writhed around in the fresh floral sheets calling my name. Hoisting his knees up, I dragged Brad down the bed so his arse was hanging off the end, I positioned myself between them and aimed my dick at his puckered anus. I drove into him with one easy movement and waited a second whilst he adjusted to having my length inside of him. He was so tight I thought I might shoot my load right there and then. His entire naked body glimmered with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Shit! Ryan,” he called, digging his fingers into my hips enough that I knew it would leave a mark. I didn’t care.

I began a steady in and out motion, gathering pace, egged on by the erotic sounds that were coming from my partner. He gripped tightly to his own neglected cock and jerked it in time with my movements.


High Price


“The priest will hear your confessions now William Hinde, and make it quick,” said a dull voice from the end of the draughty room.

His head snapped up and his vision narrowed. He hadn’t even heard them arrive. Focusing through his rheumy eyes, he saw two men standing tall in the entranceway. The only means of light was what seeped past the iron bars that blocked the single window gap high in the stones, making it impossible to make out their features, but he cared little. He doubted remembering anyone now would do him any good, so it wasn’t like it mattered now anyway. The gaoler’s keys jingled as he indicated with his beefy hands that the man looming a few steps behind him could go in. The taller man, clad in black, stepped forward, bowed slightly to get through the low archway without bumping his head. In one rapid swoop, the priest pulled out a stiletto hidden beneath his gown and sunk the blade deep into the chest of the prison guard. The move was practised, smooth, over with in a second. He’d clearly done something of the sort before.

The fat gaoler gurgled, clutching at the yawing hole in his breast, choking on his own blood, but swiftly fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, no longer moving. He froze, staring at the bloody pile of mutilated flesh on the floor. Bile rose in his throat and his heart was pounding so hard he was sure it would give out at any moment. The murderer didn’t even acknowledge the body on the floor as he stepped over it and swept toward the frightened man, his gowns billowing behind him like sails. The brunet shrunk back toward the wall he was settled against, bony knees clasped tight to his chest. He considered running out through the gate that was now unattended but, being half starved to death left him with little energy to breathe, let alone escape a lunatic. Maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about being marched toward the gallows today. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. He scoffed at the thought, he just wasn’t that lucky, was he?

The priest’s face was covered mostly by the large hat that sat atop his tidy blond curls. His head was slightly cocked as he observed the sorry state before him. Moments passed, but the young man didn’t look up. The skinny man’s breathing was deafening in the minute prison cell. The blond arched his back, leaning low, and pointed the crimson-covered blade he still grasped at the young man, who was curled into a tight ball in the dirt. Another sob racked his emaciated body. With a gentle flick of the wrist, the dagger brushed the matted brown waves of hair way from his molten eyes. They darted about, not settling in one place. Despite being puffy and red, they were quite possibly the most beautiful he had seen in a long time. Quickly, he gathered his thoughts with a dry cough. 

“William Hinde? Get up,” he commanded in a gravelly voice.

William’s breath hitched, but he didn’t move—he didn’t dare. Despite the cold, a sweat broke on his brow as a million possible outcomes flushed through his mind but nothing made any sense to him. It was a trick, it had to be. His eyes narrowed even though they stung at the tiny movement. It had to be a cruel prank on behalf of the gaoler and this newcomer was part of it. The man in black repeated himself whilst wiping the blade on the inside of his robes and placing it back in the short leather sheath that hung on a belt from his tapered waist. William shifted his weight slightly. He began to push himself awkwardly to his feet, but before he had even completed the motion, his knees buckled from beneath him and he went tumbling to the floor.

It only took a moment and little effort for the bigger man to close the small gap that was between them and catch William before his head collided with the grotty floor. He pursed his lips. Cradling William like a babe, his limp body hung over his arms like a human tapestry, unconscious. He ran a leather-gloved hand over his face, down his creamy white neck, and over his chest. It would be just his luck William would die before they even got out of the prison. His heartbeat was shallow, but it was there. He carefully tucked William’s head into the crook of his shoulder. Turning on his heel, the priest marched from the disgusting cell and down the stony hallway that would lead outside.

The gravel crunched beneath his heavy boots. His horse, sleek and black, whinnied when he strode toward her, his precious cargo in tow. She was a simple mare, good-natured and reliable, even if she was old. The man in black had raised her from a calf and he adored the beast. There had only been one other he’d loved nearly as much as he loved that horse. People were fickle, people were rude, people were evil. Not like his Trudy. Strapping William to the saddle, being as careful as he could not to burn his exposed skin with the rough rope, he ensured he was secure before hearing the sound of many footsteps echoing through the corridor they had just escaped.

“I guess they found the gaoler,” he joked wryly with an arch of his eyebrow to his horse, giving her a stroke across the nose. He was sure she appreciated his humour.




He stiffened and spun when he felt a tender hand slip onto his shoulder. Despite his movement, it remained where it was. William stood before him, bare chested, glowing in the lamp light. His huge brown eyes glistened and his hair cascaded down over his shoulders in delicate ringlets. His breathing was deep, even, and his shoulders lifted lightly with each inhalation. His fingers massaged Richard’s tense shoulder. The touch was feather light, and through his shirt, he might not have ever felt it if he didn’t see William’s lithe outstretched arm. He let out a ragged breath.

“You didn’t have to…” William whispered, taking a step forward.

“I did…I needed to, needed to, keep you safe,” he answered.

Richard dropped his gaze to the floor but closed the remaining gap between them. He twisted his fingers in the silky waves of William’s hair and pressed his lips to his.

Goose pimples burst all over his skin and the brunet closed his eyes, giving himself over to the kiss immediately, enjoying the soft, hot skin against his. Opening his lips slightly, he let his tongue slip to Richard’s mouth, who reciprocated in kind, tongue stroking against his in long hot lines. Parting only to breathe, they both panted hard before once again their lips collided and their tongues danced.

William grabbed the dirty fabric of Richard’s loose-fitting shirt, pulling him so they were pressed flush against one another. He gulped down the groans of the older man who still held tight to his hair, twisting it and yanking on it gently, feeling bolder with every second that passed. The gap between them felt like a mile when William interrupted their kissing. Raising himself on tip-toes, he placed his forehead against Richard’s. Both of them had their eyes closed.

“Tell me you want this…”

“I do, I want this more than anything in the world,” William whimpered, his hot breath tickling Richard’s skin.

Scooping the smaller man up in his arms, Richard held him round the waist and kissed him hotly on the mouth, making very little effort to remain quiet now. William wrapped his legs around his tapered hips, locking his feet behind him so they sat firmly against his buttocks. His cock was trapped between them, throbbing with wanton abandon. He snaked both arms around Richard’s neck, running his fingers through the perfect blond curls whilst he lapped and laved at Richard’s tongue. His musky scent filled his nostrils, consuming him. 

Huge hands gripped his bottom, kneading the taught muscles. Striding easily across the room, Richard placed William on the bed gently, and he smiled a little. Staring down at the beautiful man in front of him, he smoothed his fingers up thighs that were still woefully covered by his torn breeches. Taking the baggy waistband, he tugged them down past his knees so they crumpled on the floor. Immediately, William’s lengthy prick sprung free and slapped his stomach, resting against the dark trail of hair that rolled from his navel to a small cluster of curls at the base of his sex.

Richard’s mouth practically watered at the sight of the young man. He looked so pure, so vulnerable beneath the scrutiny of his gaze. It was almost enough to make him weep.

William raised himself onto his elbows, watching intently as Richard dragged his shirt up off over his head, leaving his curls mussed. William smirked as the other man slowly lowered himself onto him. His searing skin like velvet against his chest. They kissed passionately, running trembling hands all over each other, panting frantically.

William gasped, pressing his face into the crook of Richard’s neck when he took William’s length into his hand and began running his rough hand up and down the satiny skin casually, enjoying the foreign feeling against his palm. It was an action he’d not performed on anyone else except himself. The rhythm was familiar, but the size and shape of the brunet’s cock gave him pause. It was long, almost as long as his own, but slightly narrower. The pause was short lived when William began nipping at the cord in his neck with sharp teeth, sucking the salty skin into his mouth and leaving burning red rings on his flesh that he soothed with his tongue.

Richard’s swollen erection pressed painfully against his trousers. Never breaking contact with his lover, he used his free hand to unlace the material and began to wiggle them down his muscular thighs. The hairs on his skin prickled as their cocks duelled, the delicious friction almost enough to make him climax there and then. Smoothing both hands over the solid poles of flesh, he thumbed the wet slits at the top of their bulging pink heads, moaning loudly as he watched William fling his head back and call out in ecstasy.

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