Page 20 of Breaking Vincent

This time I’m sure I can see the smirk on his rose-coloured lips. He stands up and pops the button on his pants before dragging them down the floor. His pants and boxers wrapped around his ankles.

I only asked him to unfasten them, not strip them down.

I take a good look at his cock. It's big, just like I thought it would be. In perfect proportion to the rest of him. He has a ladder of barbells on the underside of his length.

I nod my head to his dick, “Show me.”

He wraps his hand around the head and pulls it flat against his stomach. Five piercings lined up perfectly.

I’ll have to have a custom cage made for him.

The thought surprises me. I don’t think I'll be seeing this man again, so I shouldn’t be thinking about custom-made cock cages.

“Any more?” I ask.

The brat smirks at me, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

This time it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “Obviously, that’s why I asked. If you have any more, I’d like to see them.”

He shrugs his shoulders and pulls his shirt wider, showing off the twin nipple piercings and the dangly belly button bar.

I already knew from his pictures what piercings he has, but seeing them in real life is much better.

After looking at all the jewellery, he moves to lift his shirt back on his shoulders.

I shake my head. “Leave it off. In fact, take everything off.” He lets the shirt drop down to his wrists and when he goes to drop it on the floor, I hold my hand out. “Not on the floor, pass it to me.”

He passes me his shirt, then quickly slips his boots off and pulls his jeans and boxers from around his feet.

I chuck his clothes over the top of the door and push his boots to the side. He’s completely naked except for the gimp mask. I think about telling him to take that off, but decided the faceless image holds a certain appeal.

“Now you can choose, either I touch you or you can touch me?”

He thinks for a few seconds, his cock eagerly bobbing in front of him, a clear drop of pre-cum forming at his slit.

He surprises me when he says, “You. I want to touch you. I want to suck you off.”

I give him a few seconds to change his mind, but he doesn’t. I unbuckle my belt and pull my zipper down, his eyes watching my every move.

I pull my pants down enough to tuck the fabric under my balls, my cock hangs heavy and hard. I see the brat's tongue peek from the mask, licking his lips.

“Get on your knees.”

He drops down to the floor so fast that I hear his knees thunk against the tiled floor. His mouth opens so wide, causing the zipper to snag against his top lip.

I lean my back against the door as I wrap my hand around my cock, jerking myself from root to tip.

His green eyes follow every movement of my hand.

I crook my pointer finger and he scurries over. “Stick your tongue out.” His tongue lolls out of his head like an overeager puppy. I use my free hand to grab onto his ponytail, giving the strands a sharp tug, “You sure?”

His consent is shown by his tongue wrapping around the head of my cock.

I let him have his fun for a few moments. And fun he has, he moans and whimpers as he drools all over me. It feels good, really good considering he’s only using his tongue.

I watch his eyes droop shut before I twist his hair tighter around my fist. His eyes shoot open and dart to mine. The mischief shines so brightly in his eyes, giving me a weird sense ofDéjà vu.

That thought is sucked right out of my head, literally.