Page 24 of Breaking Vincent

I knock my knuckles against the hardwood, “Good stuff. I’m going to get going now, I’m dying for a shower.”

Bowie and I say our goodbyes and I head out the club's front door. The skin on my foot feels flaky and itchy with every step I take. At the time it was hot and dirty, but now I’m second guessing myself.

The brat seemed into it, and I’m sure if he had a serious problem with what I was doing, he would have said something.

By the time I walk through my front door, my foot feels like a snake shedding its skin. I slip my shoes off and strip the rest of my clothes off, before getting in the shower.

I spend way more time than necessary standing under the hot stream of water. When I get out, my usually tanned skin has a hot pink tint to it and I feel miles better.

My head feels less clouded and my body feels fresh, the quick jerk off I did in the shower to thoughts of the brat probably has something to do with the floaty feelings.

When I flop down into bed, I grab my phone and click on TheMaskedBrats94’s profile. I’m preparing to send him a message when I see he’s uploaded a new photo.

It’s just the one photo, him sitting in front of a mirror, the latex mask still fastened around his head. There is no way people can’t tell what the dried-up stuff is on his face. I look deeper into the photo, it looks like he's in a bedroom - presumably his own. The room isn’t messy per se, but his bed sheets aren’t made and there's an empty glass on his side table. I do spot a ball of fluff on the end of his bed, a cat maybe?

He captioned the picture –first night trying out a new club in town. As you can see, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

He’s ended the caption with a load of emojis, including the flames and water droplets.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the smile tugging at my lips. Even though nobody on his page knows it’s my cum that’s dried up on his mask, that doesn’t stop the caveman inside me from beating his chest.

I click the like button on the photo, the image already has over five hundred likes and a few comments.

I sit up in bed and type in the comments –Looks like you had an amazing time. I hope your jaw isn’t too sore.

After pressing send, I click the message icon and type.

MasterL –Make sure to hand wash your mask, I’d hate to be the reason for the latex cracking. I enjoyed our time together tonight, you even made me break one of my personal rules. I would love to meet you again one day.

I don’t wait to see if he replies, I just close the app and plug my phone into the charger and get settled for the night.

As soon as I wake up, I check my phone and see the brat has replied to my message.

TheMaskedBrat94 -Imagine my surprise when I woke up to your message in my inbox. My mask has now been clean and my jaw is feeling slightly tender, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. If you want to see me again, it looks like you’re going to have to find me at the club.

TheMaskedBrat94 -Ps, sorry not sorry that you broke one of your rules xoxo

The text makes me laugh. I don’t respond to his message, I just double tap to leave a love heart reaction. I do want to see him again. So, if that means breaking my rule, then so be it.

Surprisingly, the brat sends me another message.

TheMaskedBrat94 –I’m at work and I’m so fucking bored. You think stabbing people with needles all day would be fun, but nobody ever takes my suggestion of a dick piercing seriously…

TheMaskedBrat94 –If you had to get any piercing what would you get?

MasterL –I don’t think I would get anything. Just because I’m a sadist, that doesn’t mean I share the same pleasure of pain like a certain someone.

TheMaskedBrat94 –BORING! *eyeroll emoji*

TheMaskedBrat94 –Well what if you were forced to have something done?

MasterL –Why would I be forced to have something done?

TheMaskedBrat94 –It’s just a game! Just choose something!

MasterL –Fine, maybe an ear piercing…

TheMaskedBrat94 –*Thumbs down emoji*