Page 11 of Breaking Vincent

David

When I got home from work last night, I wanted nothing more than to grab my laptop and scroll through the website from the flyer, but when I opened the site on my phone, I saw that I had to make an account first and wait for it to be verified with a photo of my ID.

Annoying for me, but I like the protection for the workers.

So, after making my account and filling in a bit of information about myself, as well as adding a profile picture, I turned off my phone and forced myself to call it a night.

The minute I open my eyes, I grab my phone and check my emails. My vision is still clouded with sleep, but I see that my customer profile has been approved.

I should get up, make myself a coffee and wake up properly before I do this, but I’m too eager to see what’s on there.

Knowing I’ll be able to see more on the bigger screen, I wait for my laptop to power up and type the website name in the browser. I don’t know what I’m expecting to pop up. Bowie did say it was like Pornhub, just more kinky.

And I like the sound of that. It’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with someone, the only action I’ve had has been with my right hand.

I miss the touch of another person. The heat of their skin, the smells and taste of intimacy, the sounds of pleasure mixed with pain. I miss it all.

The website kind of looks like Instagram, people have posted different types of photos and short clips of videos. I scroll down the page for a few seconds and click on someone’s profile. They have a short bio and their profile picture is a photo of them dressed up as a kitten. It’s quite sweet actually, even if pet play isn’t my forte.

I click on a few more profiles and search through their photos. Pretty much every type of kink or fetish is on this website and I think it's wonderful.

Just as I’m about to click off the website and make a start to my morning, a profile catches my attention.TheMaskedBrat94

Interesting name. I click on the profile to see it must be a new account as they only have one photo uploaded and no videos shared.

They have a shirtless body picture as their profile image and their bio states,

- 28-year-old masochist looking for a Master.

Self-proclaimed brat.

My cock twitches when I click on his uploaded photo, it was only posted twelve hours ago and already has over three hundred likes and a few hundred comments.

He’s going to be popular and I can understand why.

The guy looks big, not overly muscular, but toned. Even though he’s on his knees, I can tell his legs are long. The blood-coloured shirt is left unbuttoned – showing off a torso filled with tattoos. I can see twin nipple piercings and even a belly bar.

He’s smoking hot, I just wish the black mask wasn’t covering his face, I bet he’s gorgeous.

I like the photo, but don’t leave a comment. I press the follow button and leave it at that.

Slamming the lid closed on my laptop, I place it back on the bedside drawers, ignoring my throbbing erection as I throw the quilt off my body.

After having a quick shower and getting dressed I decided to give my mum a call.

It only takes a few seconds for her to answer, her voice making me feel homesick even though she only lives half an hour away. “David, mi hijo. How are you?”

“Hola mamá, I’m good. Are you ok? I was thinking of coming round for tea tonight. Is that ok?”

“Of course, bebé. You’re always welcome here. I’ll talk to your Hermana and let her know you’re coming. Tea will be ready for six. Don’t be late,” she chides me.

“I won't mamá. Te amo.”

“Yo también te amo, cariño,” and then she hangs up the phone.

I don’t dare turn up to the house without a dish, so I make a plan to go to the shops before I go to the family home.

With a couple of hours to kill, I spend a few hours tidying the apartment. Things that usually get neglected, like dusting the skirting boards and wiping the walls.

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