Synful Dreams [Syn’s Playground] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Shea Balik

  Syn’s Playground

  Synful Dreams

  Syn Evans was a Dom who believed he had the world at his fingertips. That was until until he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. It had taken witnessing his friends find love and even getting married that made him realize he needed to man up and make amends with the one man who still owned his heart. Even if that meant groveling.

  PJ had been devastated when Syn had left him, but he’d somehow managed to get over the love of his life. Or so he thought. It wasn’t until Syn waltzed back into his life that PJ understood he not only hadn’t gotten over Syn or the need he had to submit to his Dom, but he was still in love with him. The only question was, could he find a way to forgive Syn for leaving him all those years ago and find a path for their future?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary

  Length: 43,003 words

  SYNFUL DREAMS

  Syn's Playground

  Shea Balik

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  SYNFUL DREAMS

  Copyright © 2017 by Shea Balik

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-450-1

  First Publication: July 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

  All art and logo copyright © 2017 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  DEDICATION

  If you don’t sacrifice for what you want, what you want becomes the sacrifice.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Shea Balik has always had a vivid imagination with stories running around in her head. Often her stories are taken from observations of other people with her own spin. Traveling is one of her favorite ways of fulfilling her passion of people watching. You never know, one day you may spark her imagination for her next book.

  Whether at home or traveling, she is usually in front of her computer writing or curled up with a good book.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Landmarks

  Cover

  SYNFUL DREAMS

  Syn's Playground

  SHEA BALIK

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  2003

  Excitement thrummed through Syn’s body as he heard the door open. The sight of PJ walking in set his blood on fire as it always did. They had been together for two years and not once in that time had Syn been bored with having only one lover.

  He never imagined he’d be the type of person to settle down, but with PJ it had been the most natural thing in the world. Syn had their whole lives planned out and with the news he’d received today, they were one step closer to achieving his dreams of the future.

  “Strip,” he ordered the moment PJ had closed the door.

  Like the obedient boy he was, PJ put his bookbag on the hook by the door, made sure to lock the door and started removing his clothing slowly, just as Syn preferred. As far as Syn was concerned, there was little he enjoyed more than PJ showing off his body, one inch at a time. The tease was erotic. Amping up the anticipation of what was to come.

  “How was your day, Master?” PJ asked as he folded his shirt and placed it carefully on the table near the door they had set up just for this purpose.

  Syn held back the smile that threatened to reveal itself. PJ knew Syn was to hear from Titan Industries and he was fishing for information. “Good, boy. Thank you for asking.”

  A small scowl appeared on PJ’s face when he didn’t get the answer he wanted. The tension in PJ’s body was there in every line he revealed as he continued to strip, yet he didn’t ask the one thing he wanted to know.

  “How did the professor like your project?” Syn asked. He wanted to see just how long it would take PJ to break down and ask the one thing on his mind.

  A bright smile lifted PJ’s lush lips, causing Syn to moan as he imagined those sweet lips wrapped around his aching cock. It still amazed him just how much he loved every inch of this man before him. “He loved it. Professor Reynolds said my design was the most creative he’d seen in a long time.”

  They were both attending Illinois State University. Syn was graduating with a degree in business administration, with a minor in marketing. PJ, on the other hand, would be graduating with a degree in interior design. If everything went according to plan, which was currently on track, Syn and PJ would be both working for Titan Industries Entertainment Division. Syn would be in charge of developing new properties, and PJ would design their interiors.

  “I knew you could do it, boy.” PJ had been worried about his midterm project, but Syn hadn’t one doubt that PJ would create something extraordinary.

  PJ placed his shoes, with his socks inside them, under the table and then folded his pants and laid them on top of his shirt. All he had left was his boy shorts. Syn loved that PJ liked to wear the sexy little underwear just for him.

  PJ’s eyes caught his as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the slip of material. Slowly, he pushed them over his hips, freeing his slim erection, bending over until he was touching the floor.

  Syn swallowed at the beautiful sight PJ made. Naked and bent over with his pert ass high in the air as if he were begging for Syn to spank him.

  “Are you going to tell me if Titan called?” PJ asked as he stepped from the underwear before standing. A knowing smirk was on his face as he stared once more at Syn.

  Little imp. PJ knew just how to make Syn forget his own name, much less who was in charge.

  Not about to let PJ control this scene, Syn kept his answer vague. “Yes, they did.”

  Those chocolatey brown eyes he loved so much flashed with annoyance. Syn held back his own triumph from showing. PJ may think he was in control, but it was Syn who had PJ exactly where he wanted him, for his little love was about to get punished for breaking the rules. He just needed a little push.

 
; “Kneel,” he ordered, but PJ didn’t move as the frustration at not getting what he wanted showed in the small frown and the way his brows drew together.

  “What did they say?” PJ asked.

  Syn stayed exactly where he was, his only movement was a raised brow. “I believe I gave you an order, boy.”

  That annoyance turned to anger as PJ scowled at him. “And I asked you a question. Did Titan offer you a job?”

  “Are you asking to be punished?” Syn asked.

  He had to bite his tongue to stop from barking out a laugh when PJ rolled his eyes and said, “Duh. Now answer my question so we can get to the good part.”

  That was his PJ. A man who knew exactly what he wanted and never feared asking for exactly that.

  Syn may think he was in charge, but deep down he knew it was PJ who was in control. His little love knew exactly how to manipulate Syn. He should have been upset, but Syn only loved him more.

  “I got the job,” Syn said without making PJ wait any longer.

  Breaking position, PJ raced the five steps between them and threw himself into Syn’s arm with a squeal. “Congratulations.”

  Syn wrapped his arms around PJ, happier than he could ever remember being in his entire life. “Titan has even agreed to fly us to New York in a month to look for a place to live.”

  PJ pulled back just enough to look up at Syn. “Both of us?”

  Syn nodded.

  “They don’t care that you’re gay?” PJ asked incredulously.

  Things had been changing in America regarding gay couples, but for a large corporation to not only accept his being gay but embrace it by agreeing to fly Syn and his partner to New York, wasn’t something that either of them had been prepared for.

  “They seemed to be fine with it.” Syn had told them in the interview about his sexual orientation. It was something he wasn’t about to lie about, especially with PJ in his life. Syn was proud of his little love, and there was no way he was ever going to work for a company that couldn’t accept the two of them were a couple.

  PJ laid his head against Syn’s chest. “All our dreams are coming true,” he whispered just loud enough for Syn to hear him.

  Syn held him close for another minute, just savoring the feel of PJ in his arms. They really were about to have all of their dreams come true. But the reality was, any future with this man would make all of Syn’s dreams come true.

  He could stay like this forever and be a happy man. Then again, they had their whole lives and right now, they had a scene to finish. “I believe you have earned a punishment.” Steel infused his voice to remind PJ just who was in charge.

  A smile of bliss formed on PJ’s lush lips, letting Syn know just how much PJ was looking forward to this. But before he could commence with the punishment, Syn needed to feel those lips on him. “Kneel,” he commanded.

  Without any hesitation, PJ sank gracefully to his knees. He leaned in, rubbing his face against the front of Syn’s pants. That was what he loved about PJ. He enjoyed every aspect of their sex life, even something as simple as getting ready to suck his cock, he savored.

  When PJ lifted up his hands to reach for Syn’s zipper, Syn said, “With your teeth.” It wasn’t something he would normally request, but he wanted to drag this out.

  PJ dropped his hands and once more leaned in. He pushed his nose along the length of Syn’s erection until he got to the top of his pants. With his teeth, he tugged at the flap, popping the button free. Then he went to work on the zipper. Syn was glad he was wearing boxer briefs today. He often went commando, and with how hard his dick was pressing against the zipper, it wouldn’t be fun to fear getting it caught in the teeth.

  Those sweet brown eyes were staring up at him as PJ dragged the zipper downward. Damn, but his little love looked amazing on his knees serving Syn. A part of him worried he would blow his load before PJ ever got his pants and underwear down far enough to take him in his mouth.

  Curling his hands into fists, Syn looked up as he fought the orgasm that was threatening to crash through him. Just when he thought he’d gotten some semblance of control back, he felt wet heat sliding along his shaft.

  Syn couldn’t help but look down once more. The sight of PJ taking him in his mouth was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. The only time it got better was when he was sinking into PJ’s tight ass.

  Syn’s balls rolled in their sac at the thought of feeling PJ’s tight muscles wrapped around him. He’d planned an entire scene, but now he was beginning to think he needed to take the edge off first.

  With that thought in mind, Syn threaded his fingers into PJ’s hair, holding him still as he fucked that amazing mouth. That PJ continued to kneel there, perfectly content for Syn to take over and use him as he wanted, only turned him on more.

  PJ was the perfect sub. Just feisty enough to give them both what they want, punishments, yet still completely submissive, like now.

  Syn groaned as he tried to hold his orgasm off for a little while longer. PJ’s mouth was something he wanted to experience for as long as possible. But with his little love’s ability to provide just the right amount of stimulation with his tongue and the suction he provided, it didn’t take long for his orgasm to crash through him with no hope of holding it back.

  His balls pulled up tight and his dick throbbed in PJ’s mouth. Stars formed in his eyes as pulse after pulse of cum filled PJ’s mouth, which he swallowed with relish.

  Endorphins pumped through him, leaving him weak as a limp noodle. Only his hold on PJ’s head kept him upright. “Damn, boy. You know how to make me feel good,” he told PJ as he finally was able to move and pulled from his mouth.

  PJ smacked his lips with a smile as he stared up at Syn with a self-satisfied smile on his face. After that blow job, he deserved to look like that. Chuckling, Syn leaned down and kissed that sweet mouth, loving that he could still taste himself on PJ’s mouth.

  When he pulled back, he stood up straight. “Playroom. Now,” he ordered.

  He couldn’t help but smile when PJ scrambled to do as he said. Yep, they were going to have a great life. New York was going to be so much fun.

  Chapter Two

  PJ had to force himself to stop bouncing with excitement as he waited for Syn in their playroom. It was his inability to keep still that got him into more trouble than anything else. But they were working on it, and PJ had made a lot of progress.

  He just wasn’t sure any of the lessons were going to work now. It seemed impossible that PJ could manage to calm himself when Syn had gotten that job. They were moving to New York and all of their dreams were about to come true. It seemed so surreal that PJ was tempted to pinch himself. Only the knowledge that Syn would severely punish him for daring to mark his own body stopped him.

  Syn’s footfalls could be heard in the hall and PJ took a deep breath, forcing himself to stop fidgeting. By the time Syn stepped through the door, PJ was still with his hands folded behind his back and his feet shoulder-width apart.

  The smile on Syn’s face made his effort to be a good sub worth it. PJ would do anything to see that smile directed at him. It was why he worked so hard to fight his body’s need to move all the time.

  “Good boy,” Syn said as he stepped right up to PJ and kissed him.

  Yeah, it was definitely worth it.

  Like everything else Syn did, the kiss was consuming, as if Syn couldn’t get enough of PJ. It always made PJ feel like he was the center of Syn’s universe.

  PJ whimpered when Syn pulled back and he tried to follow Syn’s mouth. He loved being kissed by Syn.

  A swat to his bare ass reminded him that Syn was in charge, not PJ. His face warmed at having forgotten.

  “I love you, boy,” Syn whispered as he pulled PJ in for a reassuring hug. “Everything you do makes me so happy.”

  Feeling a bit better, PJ soaked up the praise like a sponge. “I love you, too, Sir.” And he did. Sometimes it surprised PJ just how much he loved Syn. It was even a bit
scary knowing that Syn owned all of his heart, but PJ wouldn’t have it any other way. Not that it would have mattered what he wanted. He couldn’t help loving Syn as much as he did.

  “Time for your punishment, little love,” Syn reminded him.

  He loved that endearment. Syn had started using it a month after they started dating and hadn’t stopped ever since.

  “Up on the spanking bench,” Syn ordered.

  That excitement from earlier rushed back into him and PJ had to bite his cheek to stop from bouncing as he went over to the equipment Syn had bought six months ago as a surprise. They had gotten a lot of use out of it as it was PJ’s favorite apparatus. Although, it was the crop he loved the most. Nothing gave him a bigger thrill than to feel the sting of the leather hitting his skin, leaving Syn’s marks over his body.

  He hoped, this time, Syn would leave enough marks that he would still feel them for a couple of days. Exams were just around the corner and it would help PJ concentrate if he could feel Syn’s marks while he studied.

  With the same care that he always used, Syn strapped PJ onto the bench, making sure the restraints were secure, yet not too tight. Then, as always, Syn’s strong hands stroked his skin along his arms, over his shoulders, down his back and sides until they reached his ass.

  PJ moaned as the cheeks of his ass were kneaded, then spread wide, showing off his pucker to Syn. This used to embarrass PJ, but knowing how much it turned Syn on alleviated a lot of PJ’s hang-ups.

  “Are you ready, boy?” Syn whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

  “Yes, Sir.” PJ couldn’t have kept the whine of need from his voice if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t. It was one of Syn’s rules. PJ had to give Syn all of his responses without tempering them. Since he had trouble controlling himself where Syn was concerned, it was an easy rule to follow. Most of the time.