[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
This is the story of two men. One was civilized and lived in a world of asphalt, speeding cars, and skyscrapers, but the other was an uncivilized wild man who lived in a cage in the Everglades surrounded by the remnants of a long-dead circus full of circus ghosts, and a group of ragtag performers.
When Jack Blood and Taejon met, the lust in their blood blazed hot and sizzling, and yet they are worlds apart. Will these two men stay in their respective worlds denying how they feel, or will they confess their love for each other, and create a world of their own?
Suddenly the little man threw the whip down, tugged at his trousers, and pulled out the dirtiest, ugliest, and most vulgar cock Jack had ever seen. He held his breath while he listened to the exchange between the little man and the wild man.
“Take it, you demon from hell, and suck it!”
The man shook his head vehemently.
“Do I have to get that whip after you again? I said take it and eat it!”
The wild man tried to back away, but his chains didn’t reach far enough.
The little man reached out and grabbed his head, pulling his hair as he forced the wild man’s head between his legs.
“Unnnghh!” the wild man cried out, resisting.
“You’ll eat it or suffer another beating. Now do it, or die!”
Having watched as long as he could, Jack suddenly burst from out of the trees, and yelled out, “Stop!”
The man whirled around to where the voice came from, his face grimacing in hate and splattered with the blood of the wild man he had bound to the block of stone.
“Who goes there?”
“You insufferable beast!” Jack said. “Did it ever occur to you that if you make him mad enough, he might just bite your cock off? Aside from that, you’re killing him!”
“What’s it to you?”
All at once Jack became dizzy and fell.
Jack laid there, more dead than alive, drifting in and out of consciousness while hands fluttered around him. A distinctive smell of cigars, some kind of strong drink, and the musky smell of age made him wonder where he was. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the red, ugly face of the stunted, little man floating above him, making a faint wheeze as he breathed. He didn’t doubt that he was in hell, and this ugly, red-faced devil must be Satan.
“Who are you?” Jack mumbled.
“My name is Argo,” the little man said as he looked down at Jack while taking a puff of his cigar. “I live here in this run-down shell of a circus.”
“You…you’re the one who was beating that poor—”
“Don’t waste your sympathy on him. He’s a rebellious, unmanageable freak.”
I think I’m talking to the freak.
“Besides,” Argo continued. “I’m not going to kill him. He’s the moneymaker around here.”
“The moneymaker?” Jack asked as he looked around at the decaying, torn-down remnants of the circus caravan. “You mean you put on shows in this poor man’s circus?”
Argo shrugged. “I know it’s not much, but you do what you have to do to get along. I have several animals and give shows everyday to the tourists that come through here. The ugly freak you saw earlier is mine as well.”
“What happened to the circus that was here?”
“It went bankrupt. As you can probably tell, it moved on in a hurry, trying to escape its debtors. One night they came looking for anything they could turn into money and confiscated almost all my animals for payment. All I have left are in the animal cages in back. The show I put on isn’t much, and the crowd is rather sparse, but it keeps us going.”
“That…that thing I saw you whipping… He looks…What is he?”
“It’s none of your business,” Argo said, plainly irritated by the question. “My advice is to not go near him. He’s wild and will kill you as soon as look at you.”
“Really?” Jack said, doubting what Argo was saying. “If that’s true, then why aren’t you afraid of having your bloody cock bitten off one day?”
“What I do with my property is my business!” Argo said. “I’m a man with needs. Where the hell am I going to go for a fuck around here? Like I said, you do what you have to do. It don’t take anything away from him. Hell, he don’t even know what he’s doin’.”
“Then why does he refuse to do it?”
While taking another draw of his cigar, he looked at Jack closely. “You just make sure he don’t bite yours off one day.”
Jack gave him a hard look. “I don’t fuck wild men, animals, or children.”
“Fine. But you just keep in mind if you touch a hair on his head you’re dead.” He hesitated a moment as he slid his gaze down to the lit end of his cigar and flicked the ashes. “On the other hand I could look the other way for say…a hundred dollars.”
“That…that…thing? My God, if you’re afraid…” Jack couldn’t even finish what he was going to say because of the ridiculous things he knew the man was thinking. “I wouldn’t dream of touching your wild man,” he finally spat out. “For any amount of money.”
“We’ll see. A man can get awful lonely out here in the sticks. By the way, you haven’t told me who the hell you are and how you got way out here. You can imagine how surprised I was when I came into the tent the other day and there you were, all bloody, and half alive.”
“My memory is still a little foggy, so I’m not sure just how I got here. All I know is, the plane I was on went down, and it started raining. I was trying to get out of the rain and started crawling through the wreckage, and the first thing I know I’m looking at a run-down circus that looks just about the way I feel. My name is Jack Blood.”
They knew that something big and wild was happening between them. They both felt it. It was a strong demon lust that they could no longer deny, and it had them both in its grip, causing their cocks to stiffen and leap forward, reaching for the one they wanted. It was bound to happen. With Taejon laying on his back on the grass, his feelings in his eyes, Jack tried to find the words.
“I didn’t know you felt this way.”
“Touch me,” Taejon whispered.
“Taejon…please. I can’t.”
“Why? Argo did.”
Suddenly Jack pulled away and sat up. “You could have gone all night without saying that.”
“He did. Why not you?”
Jack whirled around. “Did you want Argo to touch you?”
Taejon got a murderous look on his face. “No!”
“Don’t you see, Taejon, you’re asking me to do the same thing Argo did. He abused you. Forced you to do something you didn’t want.”
Taejon turned his eyes on Jack and said, “But with you…it be different.”
“It would be, Taejon. Not… Oh, hell, what’s the use?” It just didn’t seem like the time or the place.
Taejon reached out and touched Jack’s arm. “With you it be beautiful.”
The words brought a smile to Jack’s lips. “Would it, Taejon? Really?”
Taejon smiled. “More than beautiful. It be…” He looked up in the sky. “Like that.”
Jack looked up in the sky at all the twinkling stars. “Heavenly?”
“Jack heaven. Argo hell. Understand now?”
Jack laughed. It was as if Taejon was trying to teach him. “You’re a funny little thing. Yes, I feel the same way, but…”
“Nothing else to say,” Taejon whispered as he kissed Jack with those impossibly exquisite pursing lips that tasted like candy.
“Oh, God, Taejon,” Jack moaned as the two of them wilted toward the grass and began to love on each other, forgetting the scene of a ruined circus about them and the circus ghosts that fluttered about.
Jack’s kiss was soft when his lips touched Taejon’s, but the moment they made erotic contact, Taejon’s mouth opened, becoming fierce, wanting, and hungry. He attacked Jack’s tongue and tangled it with his.
“You taste good,” Taejon whispered.
“Breath mints,” Jack answered.
Jack took control, allowing his lips to glide softly over Taejon’s earlobe and travel down. His hot breath warmed his already-heated skin, making him shudder. He was about to lift his lips away from Taejon when he felt Taejon cup his neck, refusing to let him go and kissing him again. Jack swiped his tongue over Taejon’s lower lip in a slow taste and then spread his lips and traced his tongue with his. Oh, God, he tasted good. Jack had never been big on kissing, but that could have been because he’d never been kissed by anyone like Taejon. From his hard, passionate kiss to his sweet, sensual exploration, he was appreciating the act in a new light.
“Those lips of yours ought to come with a warning,” Jack whispered.
Taejon pushed Jack backward, and with his hands he explored Jack’s shoulders, his chest, and then lovingly fondled the muscles in his thighs until he at last found his ass. His fingers brushed across every line, every curve of his body through his clothes, and then reached beneath them, grasping, squeezing, every move insistent and determined. Taejon quickly removed his loincloth and then began tugging at Jack’s clothes.
“I want…to…see you. I want to be close, to breathe in scent, watch your thing pulse in my hand, and see it leaking at the tip. I want it in my ass this night. I want in yours.”
As Jack undressed, he gazed at Taejon’s perfect body and ached to feel it close to his.
As if he’d read Jack’s mind, Taejon moved closer, his brick-hard cock rubbing against him unashamedly.
Jack wanted this. He needed it. Why had he resisted it? Taejon exuded sex, but he knew there was more to Taejon than just his body. His passion, it flowed out of him like a river, and it gushed freely over Jack as if Taejon wanted to consume him.
“Take it slow,” Jack whispered, as he continued to undress. “You’re ready to pop.”
Finally, with Jack’s clothes scattered all around, Taejon grabbed his cock and began to suck it. The touch was wet and warm, and damn, could he give a blow. A tremble seized Jack’s body, sending him spiraling out of control. He worked his hand through Taejon’s thick, dark hair, grabbed his head, and pulled it closer while he moved his cock in and out of his mouth. But somehow this wasn’t enough. He had to get inside Taejon, so he moved, pushing Taejon backward onto the grass.
“I want you, Taejon. Let me show you what makes Jack happy.”
Jack carefully opened Taejon’s thighs, settled himself between them, and mated his cock with Taejon’s. Before Jack knew what was happening Taejon’s claws were scratching his skin in passion, and his teeth, so white and beautiful, began to nibble along Jack’s neck and his chest. All the while Taejon’s eyes closed in rapture, and Jack knew instinctively that his wild side was coming out.
It excited him.
He wanted a wild ride, and he knew Taejon was just the man to give it to him. So with swift movements, he reached down and found Taejon’s hole, and prepared it for entrance. He could hear Taejon’s moans in his ear, feel his teeth, like an animal biting, but just enough to demonstrate his passion. Finally, he took his own cock and pushed it against Taejon’s hole, and pressed. He wanted to make it soft and gentle, but getting his cue from Taejon, a wildness grabbed him, and he pressed it in hard and quick.
Taejon wailed out his passion.