Page 1 of Breaking Vincent

Prologue

Have you ever been so turned on, that you feel feral? The lust is so overpowering that you're unsure if you’re going to explode into a million tiny pieces, or maybe just vomit. You feel so horny that your whole body vibrates with need.

I’ve been that turned on before, but at this moment, I couldn’t be further away from that mindset.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Umm, Master, please!” I beg down the phone. Even though my heart isn’t in it, I still try to put on a believable act for the crappy Dominant.

Since discovering kink I’ve been trying to find a safe way to play, without having to meet creepy men face-to-face. Maybe putting my phone number on some sketchy Reddit post wasn’t the best idea, because now I’m spending my nights faking my way through orgasms trying to please random men.

“You better come when I tell you to boy, or there’ll be trouble,” the faceless man grunts down the phone.

Luckily, he can’t see me because arealMaster would whoop my ass for rolling my eyes at him.

I guess it’s time to wrap this shit show up, even though I have nothing better to do with my night. “Yes Master, I’m about to come.” I add some fake moaning and groaning down the speaker.

As soon as I hear his breathing get choppy and he groans out his orgasm, I hang up the phone and chuck it on my bed.

My limp dick lays flat against my stomach, the stupid thing didn’t even twitch once throughout the phone call. I curl my fingers and land a hard flick to the underside of my dick, hissing at the bite of pleasurable pain.

Fuck, I need more. I need something better. I need someone to break me into tiny pieces, before putting me back together again.

Maybe I’m asking for too much because every time I’ve told someone what I want, they cringe and back the fuck away from me.

I scoff at my thoughts. If I don’t put myself out there, I’m never going to find my ideal person. If I’m being honest, I don’t just want a normal Dominant; I want a Master. I want a man who can bring me to my knees and force me into submission.

Just because I’m over six foot tall and covered in tattoos and piercings, people often mistake me for a Dominant, but fuck that, I’m not interested in bossing people around.

I need a plan and I think I know just where to start.

I grab my phone and pull up the internet browser. I've tried online dating, but most of the apps are full of vanillas, and the times I’ve found people in the BDSM community, they’ve all been shitty.

After spending twenty minutes scrolling through the local munch events, I’m ready to give up my search, but I spot a website called VoyeurismFans.com.

I click the page and read through the website's information.

Bingo.

This sounds perfect for me. The website states that it’s a kink only video streaming service and welcomes any and all kinks, as long as they are legal and consensual.

I quickly fill in the signup sheet, stating that I am in fact a masochist and I am only interested in men. Not that I have anything against women, I’m just not sexually interested in them.

I use my phone camera to take a few sexy photos of myself. The website said nudity is allowed so I quickly spit in my hand and rub my soft dick to full hardness and snap a few pictures, making sure my piercings are visible. I take a couple photos of the rest of my body, and think fuck it, as I hold the camera up to my face and stick my tongue out, showing my double tongue piercing.

I sit back on my bed and scroll through the pictures admiring myself.

I know it might appear big-headed, but I’m sexy and I know it.

And no, I don’t mean like the cringy song by LMFAO. I’m like Chris Evans hot… if Chris Evans had long bleached white hair and a body full of tattoos and piercings.

Whatever, you know what I mean.

Chapter 1 –

Vincent

Before I head out of the door, I make sure to give Mr Mittens (my white, ginger and black Calico cat) a good chin rub and a kiss to his little nose. He hisses in my face, but I know it’s out of love. He’s seven years old, kinda chunky and rude as fuck, but he’s still my baby.

“Bye Mr Mittens,” I shout as I walk through the front door and start my journey to the cafe, before heading into work.

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