Mastering the Ride featuring cover model Trent Diesel

I am incredibly excited to share with you the new cover for Mastering the Ride recently designed by AngstyG.com. The cover features gay adult film model Trent Diesel (@TrentDiesel69) in an image he shot specifically for this novella. 

Mastering the Ride will be released September 14th by Dreamspinner Press.

What's it about?
The story Mastering the Ride is about Josh, a young gay submissive man who is searching for the Master of his dreams. After being released by his most recent Dom, he takes the advice of his trainer and accepts the invitation of a Dom who lives on a ranch in Montana. With his new Master, Wade, he may just find what he's looking for...and more.

Draft Excerpt:

Spread your legs…wider…

Josh shifted his weight from one knee to the other as he widened his stance and felt the rug grate across his skin.  He balanced himself with his palms on the couch, something he never would have needed to do while sober.  The muscles in his thighs burned with tension but the pain just added to the thrill.  Steadying himself, he reached down with both hands and began with soft, brief touches.  Stroking his shaft with his right hand, he let his left brush lightly on the top of his thigh.  With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine that the hands belonged to his Master.

Not bothering to censor his needy whimper, Josh tightened the grip on his cock and rolled his balls gently in his fingers.  He felt wanton and exposed in that position, everything accessible to his Master.  It excited him to imagine the look of hunger upon the unseen man’s face as he watched his boy perform for him.

Sneaking his fingers a little farther back, he rubbed the small patch of skin just behind his tender pink sac.  In reaction, his other hand to move a little faster.  Naked and spread in the middle of his small living room, Josh worked his body, making it beg for release.  Spitting into his hand, he no longer cared about modesty or shame as his hips began to move against the rhythm of his strokes.  With slow, teasing thrusts of his pelvis he fucked his tight slick fist.

That’s it, my little whore… pump those sweet hips for me… fuck your hand… Show me how badly you want to come for me…

The words exploded in his head, and sent cascading ripples of white hot need down his spine.  Josh’s hands shook as he pulled down on his balls trying to keep himself from coming without permission. Twisting his other hand around the head of his cock on every stroke, he fought the blinding force of the orgasm that threatened to envelop him.

For what felt like hours, he begged that small part of his subconscious mind where his imagined Master dwelled.  He begged to be allowed to come.  Even though he was only really begging himself for permission, Josh savored the torment.  Edging was one of his favorite things because it made the orgasm that much more intense.  The rare times he controlled his own pleasure, he always held out as long as he could.  Just as his balls drew up close to his body and his cock became impossibly hard, he heard the voice again.

I want you to shoot in my hand boy… Come all over my fingers and I’ll let you lick them clean.

 The arbitrary thought, something that he’d never consciously considered, triggered the eruption in his groin.  With a low grunt, Josh pumped semen onto the center cushion of his worn leather couch, splotches of pearly come dotted the contrasting brown surface.  His vision swam in front of his eyes as the alcohol and the orgasm fought his consciousness.

Copyright (c) 2011 - J. P. Barnaby