Emil: In Search of a Perfect Austrian Gay Male Master!

by Justin Benedict

Finally, I emailed Emil in Austria.

His rates? Very expensive...

But, I have three inheritances and run my own hedge fund, so I was able to offer Emil, after nine months of service, a five year contract. He has simplified my life in so many ways!

I jerk a little faster, and Emil kicks me lightly in the balls. His boot is at penis level as he is standing over me, fully clothed in his smart black pants and turtleneck, as I wiggle my wee-wee, nude and exposed.

"Must I put you back in ze chastity device, Cosmo?"

Not unkindly, Emil clicks his tongue against his cheek.

I remain silent. I don't want to begin begging Emil to let me keep playing with my cock. I have my pride, after all. I'm not a child.

But Emil reaches down and tweaks my left ear till I squeal.

"I am talking to you, Cosmo. Ja, you want me to lock you up now?"

Biting my lip, I look up at him. Emil is so handsome! A blond crew cut, and a firm jaw.

"Its...up to you, Emil." I pause. I will not give in.

"I vant you to learn how to masturbate slowly-to edge. It is a nice way to give yourself some pleasure and learn self control, without having an orgasm, ja?"

I nod silently.

I can't believe how rock hard I am. This may have started after I was ejected from Princeton, and went to live with an older cousin in Secaucus, New Jersey.

Hank tutored me and got me back up academically, and when I seemed to be flagging, he'd take my jeans down and whip me with a leather belt-or sometimes, if I sassed him, I got a thorny switch from his rose garden.

14 pages, Kindle Edition

Published August 20, 2019

About the author

I have been an enthusiastic reader and writer since I was small. My first book, "Fat Cat and Skinny Rat" has yet to be published

I began writing BDSM erotica and selling it on lulu.com in 2009.

I also have a series of essays "Laminate Your Doctor's Note" and plan on publishing more of them soon.

My favorite novel of all time is "A Confederacy of Dunces" by John Kennedy Toole, and a close second is "North Gladiola" by James Wilcox, followed by "Modern Baptists" also by Wilcox.

I am also a huge fan of Booth Tarkington's novels, which are woefully under-read (I regret that Shakespeare has a better publicist()