Page 32 of Breaking Vincent

“I want you to use your words for this one. Are you feeling ok? Any sore muscles or cramping?”

He stays in the submit pose and speaks as clear as he can through the mask, “I’m ok. My legs and back are gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“That's good. I just have a few more poses and then we can move on. I’d like you to stay quiet now, unless I tell you otherwise. I want you to carefully stand up on your feet, with your head up, arms straight down by your side and with your feet together.”

He stands up and I have to reach out to stabilise him when he wobbles. He squeezes my hand and then let’s go to get into position.

I stand up and circle around his body. “This is what I want you to do when I say stand at attention. The last one I want you to try is inspection, so spread your legs wide apart and cross your arms behind your head.”

His long legs take up a lot of space and I love the way his back muscles bunch when he moves his arms. He isn’t overly muscular, if anything he’s rather slender. Hardly any fat on his body, but the muscles he has are easily defined. I circle back towards his front and notice his cock is dripping a clear puddle onto the floor between his legs.

I reach out to him, having my very first touch of his cock. As soon as my fingers make contact he flinches and groans. Even more precum dribbling from the tip. I use my fingertips to drag down his length, feeling the temperature difference between the five barbells and his skin is like something I’ve never experienced.

“Are these relatively new piercings or are they fully healed?”

His head falls forward and he opens his eyes, his pupils are blown and full of hunger.

“You may speak,” I tell him just so he knows he isn’t going to break a rule.

“All my piercings are a few years old, so fully healed.” His voice is a lot deeper and scratchier than it previously was.

“Good to know. Now close your eyes and put your arms back into position.”

I don’t want to risk making him come, so I abandon his length and move my hands up his stomach and towards his chest. I curl my fingers and land a hard flick to both of his nipples.

A scream escapes from his lips but he’s quick to clamp his teeth shut and stop the noise from being so loud. I lean forward and blow a cool breath on the now red and peaked skin.

A shudder makes its way down his body and I can't help the grin on my face.

I press my palms flat on his chest and softly rub the tense muscles, and it only takes a few seconds for his body to relax again. I don’t let him stay that way because I dig in my nails and claw down his chest, past his nipples and down his stomach, before quickly wrapping my dry palm around his cock.

His body isn't sure whether to lean in or retract from my touch, I see the moment he gives in and thrusts his hips against my hand. I let him have it for a moment. Every time his bellend pokes through my fist, I see it getting redder and redder.

And just when he’s about to cum, I let go.

I watch as cum spurts from his cock, coming out in one strong rope before slowing down to a single dribble on the floor.

I have to laugh, because I know how frustrating a ruined orgasm can be. His balls will now feel empty, but the pleasure never happened. All that pent up arousal will now just be a dull ache.

“You’re free to go now. If you want to come back again, don’t be fucking late.”

Chapter 13 –

Vincent

That weasley little prick. I cannot believe he just fucking left me like that. Drained but with no relief.

I watched him walk out the room and I thought he was going to come back. But, no, he really left and never returned. After I stomped around picking up my clothes, I stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut before marching towards the reception area, so I can get the fuck out of here.

Before I could leave, the reception boy called for me and handed me a sealed bottle of water, a couple of energy bars and said there was a prepaid taxi waiting outside to take me home.

Which is why I’m now jerking off alone in the shower. I’m so frustrated that I want to scream, but if I don’t cum in the next thirty seconds I'm going to explode into a fit of rage.

My balls and my dick fucking hurt, but somethings gotta give.

And finally, after a few minutes of painfully pumping, I manage to cum. It’s not the most intense orgasm of my life, but it's taking away the ache.

By the time I fall into bed for the night, I’m still pissed. I grab my phone and send a message to MasterL.