Page 33 of Breaking Vincent

TheMaskedBrat94 -Fuck you.

I don’t give him a chance to respond because I put my phone on silent and plug it on charge before rolling over in bed and forcing myself to go to sleep.

I wake up feeling horny as fuck with my hand wrapped around my dick, a few short seconds later, I’m jizzing all over myself.

“For fuck sakes!” I’m a fully grown man, not a teenager. I shouldn’t be waking up from wet fucking dreams.

I whip the blankets from my body and make a move to head to the bathroom to clean myself up. Just as I stand up my phone buzzes on the bedside drawers. Picking it up I see it's a few minutes after 1AM, I haven’t even been asleep for long before my stupid dick woke me up.

Checking my notifications, I see MasterL replied to my message. Before I even open his message, I take a quick pic of my now messy and limp dick and hold my middle finger up to the camera.

I chuck my phone on the bed and force myself to go clean up before sending him the photo. Even though I have zero pubes, I don’t like the feeling of dried up cum scratching at my skin.

A couple of minutes later I’m clean and shoving a pair of boxers up my hips before deciding to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen and make my way back to my bedroom.

I grab my phone and click open the message.

MasterL -Oh, you’re so in for a punishment next time I see you.

TheMaskedBrat94 -Thanks for the snacks and the taxi home, but also fuck you.

And then I add the picture of my dick to the end of my message. I open my water and swallow half of it down before setting it on the drawers. Given the time, I don’t expect a message back until morning, so I’m surprised when my phone buzzes a few seconds later.

MasterL -You’re welcome for the snacks and the ride home. I apologise for leaving you the way I did, usually after a scene, no matter how intense, I should have been there for the aftercare.

MasterL- I’m sorry.

I read the message a few more times, just to make sure I understand what I’m seeing. I expected some snarky response back, not an apology. And I get it, I was pissed when he left me like that, but not for the same reason he’s thinking.

I’ve done massive amounts of research about all this stuff, and one of the main things I find on the blogs and websites is the importance of aftercare. So, I can understand why he might feel bad about it.

I do a quick mental check over myself and I feel fine, obviously it's only been a couple of hours and I’ve spent most of them asleep. My muscles are sore and I know they are only going to feel worse in the morning, but all-in-all I feel ok.

TheMaskedBrat94 –Thank you for the apology. It was a bit of a dick move to leave me like that.

MasterL –I know. I feel awful that I left you alone after your first face-to-face scene.

MasterL– I really should have been there to make sure you were ok. Are you feeling alright?

TheMaskedBrat94 -I feel fine. My dick and balls are sore, but I’m ok. Maybe next time don't run away from me so fast.

I don’t want to make the guy feel too bad about it, even though this would be the perfect opportunity to fuck with him, something about being a smart-ass with this situation doesn’t feel right. He obviously takes his role very seriously and even I know there's a time and a place for messing with someone.

TheMaskedBrat94 -Seriously I hope you don’t feel too bad about what happened. Even though the night wasn’t what I expected, I still had fun. So, thank you for inviting me.

I try to stay awake a little bit longer to wait for his reply, but my body is exhausted and my eyes are starting to drop. I make sure my alarm is set for tomorrow and plug my phone back on charge.

My sleep wasn’t all that bad, considering I kept having sexy dreams about David, I didn’t wake up coming all over myself again, so I’ll take it as a win.

I’ve had to add an extra coffee boost to my day, which has left me feeling extra jittery, and I ended up having to pop a couple of ibuprofens after my lunch because my muscles were cramping up so bad.

By the time it comes to closing time at the shop, I’m feeling dead on my feet and I can’t wait to go home and soak in the bath before ordering something fatty and greasy for my tea.

Luckily, Nate lets me leave a bit earlier. I haven’t told him what I spent last night doing, but he says he doesn’t mind cleaning up by himself.

My place isn’t too far from the shop but I end up ordering myself an Uber home, I fear my legs would snap and crumble if I tried to do the fifteen-minute walk home in this condition.

As soon as I get home, I strip off all my clothes and walk straight into the bathroom and plug the bath and start running the hot water. Usually, I would just stick to a regular bubble bath but my sore muscles are begging for epsom salts. I grab a bag from under the sink and sprinkle a good heap of it into the water.