Page 31 of Breaking Vincent
“Listen, I told you when we started, that I expect no words to come from your mouth.” I look at the watch on my wrist and say, “It’s not even been two minutes and you’ve already broken one of the rules.”
I move to sit on the bed and get comfortable. “Now, are you going to be well behaved or shall I just leave now?”
He takes a couple of deep breaths before he turns and starts to stand up.
I huff loudly. “Did I say you could move? I know you call yourself a brat, but right now you’re just acting plain stupid.”
His head spins and his squinted eyes clash right into mine, if he was a cartoon character, I’m sure there would be smoke puffing from the nose holes in his mask.
I look down towards his cock, and he’s still hard.
“What, you have nothing to say back to that?” I wait to see if he’ll break the rule again, but he doesn't, he just stands there silently raging at me.
“Crawl over here and kneel in front of me.”
He does what I say and drops back down to his knees and crawls his way over. It’s not smooth and effortless like I’ve seen other boys do and I can hear his bony knees popping against the wooden floor boards, but he doesn’t complain.
When he’s in front of me, I do another check over. Dragging my eyes from his covered face down to his slightly panting chest and finally down to his cock, which is still rock hard and seeping from the tip. The ladder of barbells down his length looks even more extreme now that I’m seeing them up close and personal.
I study the tattoos that cover pretty much every inch of his skin, and it only makes me wish harder that I could take a peek under that mask. I bet he has some jewellery on his face, maybe an eyebrow ring? I’ve already been inside his mouth and discovered the tongue piercings, which I have to admit, I didn’t hate.
The only thing he really resembles to the other boys I’ve played with, is the lack of body hair. Not to say I wouldn’t touch someone if they had hair, I’m a pretty furry guy myself, but I do prefer the shaven or waxed look.
One thing he really does need to improve on is his posture. His knees are spread wide and his shoulders are slumped down causing his arms to just hang at his side. His neck is stiff and his form is tense as he watches me.
“Do you know how to do any of the submissive or slave positions?”
His eyes spark back to life at the word slave. He did say that he was looking for a master, so I imagine he’d want to take on more of a slave role, rather than a standard sub.
He doesn’t break the rules this time, he just shakes his head.
“Straighten up your spine, bow your head and lower your eyes to the ground.” He follows my instructions and I see his body start to relax even though his back will begin to get sore soon. “You can either clamp your hands behind your back or place them on your thighs with your palms facing upwards.”
He tries out both movements and settles with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Whenever we are together and I tell you to kneel, this is how I expect you to be. Do you understand?”
He keeps his eyes lowered to the floor and gives me a small nod of his head.
“A bit more of a tricky one now. If I tell you to kneel backwards, you get into the same position and arch your head and your back and press your fingertips to the floor behind you. Can you do that for me now?”
The brat does as I say and it only takes a moment for him to get settled with his long arms behind him. Given that his legs were already spread wide, this position has fully opened his hips, leaving his cock fully exposed in the air. I have to say that if I was into bottoming, I’d happily let him fuck me, his cock is long, easily at least eight inches.
His thighs shake and twitch, but that's understandable, the pose is a hard one to hold for a long period of time.
I spread my legs and get more comfortable as I study him. I know his muscles will be getting tired and he’s going to be aching when he wakes up tomorrow morning. He told me he wanted pain, I’m sure he wasn’t thinking I’d start off with this.
“You know, after the stunt you pulled this afternoon with the photos, I should be swatting your ass. I don’t share, brat. So, I don’t appreciate my friends hearing what you sound like when you come.”
I check my watch and see that he’s managed to hold the backwards kneeling for six minutes, and I’m impressed.
“I want you to very slowly remove your fingers from the floor and sit up straight.”
He shifts and groans when he cracks his knuckles.
“A resting pose now. This is what I want you to do when I tell you to submit. I want you to stay kneeling and lean forward to rest your forehead against the floor in front of you. You can either stretch your arms in front of you with your palms flat to the floor, or you can put your hands beside your face.”
He manages to get into this position a lot easier and I imagine it feels good for him to stretch his body this way after bending over backwards.