Page 67 of Breaking Vincent

“Well, I think tonight would be a perfect night formeto play withyournew toy.” David grins at me, before walking behind me and lifting up a black box from the floor and passing it to me.

I raise my eyebrows, unsure what he could have bought me. It’s got to be something kinky, but my brain is blank of any ideas.

“It’s not going to bite you. Just open it.”

I roll my eyes, “This is a big moment for me. Nobody has ever bought me a gift like this, so let me enjoy it.” I don’t wait for him to respond to my sass, I just rip the lid off the box and I’m pleasantly surprised at what's inside.

“A cock cage?”

David nods his head and walks over to stand next to me. “I’ve been dreaming of locking you up since the first time I saw your pretty little cock. And I needed to find something that would be safe for the piercings you’ve got down there.”

I don’t know what it about him saying my pretty little cock, that turns me the fuck on. Because truthfully, my dick is anything but small. I’m a tall guy and all my bits are in proportion to the rest of me. Nevertheless, I harden at his vulgar words.

“You do realise that I’m too… hard to have this on right now?” I’m sure he knows this, but I’m just kind of hoping he’ll make me cum sooner rather than later.

“Ah yes, I did realise that. Which is why I have decided to reward you for what you did tonight. I didn’t like the scheme you came up with, but I’m so proud of the way you handled things.” His hand rests on my thigh, his fingers resting so close to where I want him to touch me.

“Well, I think I do deserve a reward after my excellent acting skills,” I say as I flutter my lashes.

I watch as David grabs a bottle of lube from a set of drawers and then he chucks it at me. “I guess you better sort yourself out then.”

“Wait, what? You aren’t going to do it for me?” I whine.

His head tilts back as a loud laugh explodes from his mouth. He walks over to a black leather chair and sits down, crossing his ankle over his thigh. He looks relaxed as he watches me.

“Come on, brat. Show me how you get yourself off.”

I unclick the bottle and squirt a generous amount onto my palm, before bending down and placing it onto the floor. Standing back up, I smear the lube all over my cock, hissing at how good it feels. How intense everything feels because he’s watching me with those honey-coloured eyes.

I wipe the lube onto my other hand, and cradle my balls while using my thumb to rub at the underside of my cockhead, just the way I like it.

With having so many bars on the underside of my length, I have to be careful when jerking myself. I’ve gone too hard on more than one occasion, and let me tell you the pain of catching a piercing isn’t the type of pain I like.

I massage my balls, lifting them up towards my body before giving myself a harsh tug. Making a tunnel with my fist, I pump my hips in shallow thrusts.

“Open your eyes, brat,” David commands.

My eyelids snap open and I immediately find him staring at me. His eyes switch from watching my face and watching my hands move against my cock.

Nothing about his face gives away how he’s feeling. His cheeks aren’t flushed and his eyes aren’t shining lust.

The only tell-tale sign that he's as affected as I am, is the prominent bulge in his trousers.

So that's something at least.

“Come on, Vincent. I don’t have all day, you know,” he says, sounding bored.

Spreading my legs wider, I let go of my balls and slide my fingers against my perineum. A drop of pre-cum beading at my slit as I press harder between my legs.

I hold eye contact with David as I press one of my fingers inside my hole, moaning as I easily slip past the tight ring.

“Ughh,” I moan, enjoying the way David's nostrils flare.

Being stood up isn’t the best position to be in when trying to finger myself, but I’m working with what I’ve got.

I feel like I’ve been standing here, jerking myself off for his watchful eyes, for ages now. My arms are getting tired and my legs are starting to shake. When I look down at my cock, I find it flushed a deep shade of red and a puddle of pre-cum is puddling on the floor between my legs.

“You’ve got to be getting close now, haven’t you Vincent?”