Excerpt Day: Mastering Stefan by J.M. Snyder

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Mastering Stefan by J.M. Snyder
Release Date: May 25, 2009
Publisher: eXcessica
Publisher Link: http://excessica.com/index.php/books/mastering-stefan-by-jm-snyder/

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Blurb: Three years and Stefan’s yet to find that certain someone who can take him to the precipice of lust, dangle him over the abyss, and shove him headlong into the darkness of his own desire. Someone who drives him to the edge but won’t let him fall. Someone he can trust completely, body and soul, someone he can lose himself in. When a local gay bar called the Code hosts a fetish night, Stefan goes looking to be conquered. There Stefan meets the man of his dreams, known only as “Master.” But when put to the test, can he prove himself worthy of such a man?

NOTE: This story won second place in Tit-Elation.com’s 2006 “Please the Baroness” contest, and appears in the anthology Best Gay Bondage Erotica.

Excerpt:

Per Master’s instructions, Stefan doesn’t lock the front door to his townhouse when he comes home from work. His is a quiet neighborhood, no one will enter, but it turns him on to strip down to his underwear in the foyer knowing that someone could walk in on him. Kicking his clothes aside, he takes the steps two at a time to the bedroom, where he peels off his underwear and snags the zippered latex suit from his closet. He’s hard already just thinking about wearing it, but he wants to prolong the anticipation, do things right. He goes into the bathroom then, where he leaves the door open just in case Master comes in and hears the shower running. Stefan takes his time, lathering his cock and balls and ass, slipping one finger inside himself and gasping at the sting of soap on hidden flesh. By the time he cuts off the water, his dick is tender to the touch but he promised he wouldn’t get off until Master arrives and it’s all he can do to hold back. He empties half a bottle of baby oil into his palms, rubs it over his nipples and chest, down his belly, slathering his erection and balls and the trembling skin between his legs. There’s a cock ring he keeps stretched around a hairbrush; he rolls it off and slides it down into place against the base of his shaft, to help him stay hard without blowing his wad. He applies more baby oil to his buttocks, lifting and spreading them apart to coat the cleft between them, then he steps into the suit and begins to zip it into place.

The suit fits like a second skin. A long zipper runs from the waist to the raised collar, which Stefan tugs up with relish, enjoying the slow tightening of latex around his body. He smoothes his hands down his chest, savors his own touch through the plastic, cups his throbbing cock and works the latex against his balls. The material glides along his skin easily, frictionless from the baby oil. The tab of a small zipper dangles between Stefan’s legs and he thumbs it open an inch or two, just enough to slip inside and strum his perineum. Grabbing the edge of the sink, he squats a little to finger himself and wonders when Master will arrive.

Master. Reluctantly Stefan zips the suit shut. His hands shake as he washes them in the sink, his entire body humming with the pleasure that radiates from his crotch. He won’t come now, he won’t give in, not yet. Not alone. He heads downstairs then, where he’ll try to think of something other than the stretch and pull of latex across his skin. But each footstep is a spark that ignites his blood, each movement cranks his lust up another notch. He barely makes it down the stairs, gasping as he descends, grabbing at the rail to keep from passing out from sheer ecstasy. At the foot of the stairs he has to catch his breath, the suit is so tight, it pinches him in all the right places and his whole body aches with the need for release. Somehow he makes it across the living room to the couch. His hands are drawn to the bulge at the front of his suit as if magnetized—he can’t stop touching himself. Again and again he brings himself to the brink of orgasm, but each time he manages to bite it back, hold it in.

Wait for Master.