Page 10 of Bend Him, Break Him

Isaac took pleasure in Colton’s anxiety, the way his eyes darted back and forth down the hallway.

There was a sadistic craving building deep inside Isaac’s lungs, making each breath harder as he sought to let this scene play out.

This wicked desire. When Colton reluctantly leaned forward, Isaac gripped his zipper.

“Not here, you perv.” Isaac chuckled as Colton broke out in a nervous sweat.

He couldn’t do this. Not seriously do this.

Isaac wanted to do a lot of things to Colton, including hate screw him, but the idea of actually fulfilling the fantasy created too many questionable thoughts.

Isaac didn’t consider himself very ethical or unethical, but if there were a line he knew he shouldn’t cross, it probably involved blackmailing the dude he hated into getting skull fucked by Isaac’s dick.

Yeah, that was definitely a line he couldn’t cross. Probably.

Then why couldn’t he just say no? Why couldn’t he just laugh in Colton’s face and say no deal? Why couldn’t he speak at all? His mind swam in the fantasy, clung to the desire, and made it impossible for Isaac to let go.

“It’s late, I unloaded a lot of info on you,” Isaac said with a feigned exasperated exhale. “So, before I unload anything else on you, in you, whatever, maybe we should take a day to reflect.”

Isaac dug into his satchel and retrieved a pen and paper to scribble his number.

“Take a few, in fact.” Isaac handed the paper to Colton, dropping it to the floor as the jock went to retrieve it.

Was it petty? Yes. Juvenile? Totally. Enjoyable? Absolutely.

“If you’re serious about this proposition, you can text me when you’re sober,” Isaac commented, noting the potent smell of gasoline on Colton’s breath. It must’ve been cheap booze, for sure.

“I had two shots,” Colton replied as if that mattered. Though, from what Isaac noted, it didn’t affect his speech or behavior. However, he suspected it played a role in Colton’s decision-making skills, even mildly.

“Whatever. I’d prefer you have a clear head if you’re gonna give me head.”

Isaac had a major lack of interest in drunk guys, finding they came in two particularly annoying varieties.

Either he dealt with homophobic jerks who’d lost their filter and felt the need to comment every offensive thought that crossed their minds, or he ended up with hyper-masculine DL cock hungry duds.

He’d had more than his fair share of eager-to-please frat boys his freshman year.

They were all the same in demanding discretion and requiring liquid courage when texting Isaac at two in the morning so they could get pounded out.

“Wrap up your finals—try not to cheat on the rest of them—and meet me at my place Friday evening.”

“Ugh, I’m supposed to drive home after classes.”

Isaac merely glowered. A tiny part of him forgot most people used their break to visit home.

“I can just head back Saturday morning.” Colton shrugged.

“Be seeing you around, Colt.” Isaac walked away, a swagger in his step and a rush that left him buzzing more than any high he’d experienced.

This had really happened. Colton fuckwad Lennox had dropped to his knees and begged for Isaac’s mercy. He’d offered himself up, fulfilling the ultimate fantasy Isaac never dared to dream about. A reversal of their roles. An opportunity to give Colton a literal taste of his own medicine.

The rest of the week flew by in a haze of mundane tasks and monotonous days where Isaac’s mind could only focus on one thing: the proposition.

He couldn’t believe he’d postponed his plan.

And for what? A blowjob? A power move. Was it a power move if Colton offered it up?

Isaac sucked plenty of dick, taking sheer satisfaction in bringing a guy off, maintaining control in a way he never did when servicing Colton.

No, with Colton, he had held all the power.

So what Colton offered was genuine surrender, and the thought made Isaac hard.

The thought was wrong, too. A bit twisted, which only made him more nervous, more excited, more curious about what would play out between them. He couldn’t think of anything else other than Colton on his knees, sucking him off.

“Earth to motherfucking Izzy.” Jazz snapped her fingers until Isaac blinked away the sordid images of Colton choking on his cock.

He let the bustling cacophony from the student center replace the fantastical gagging slurps he envisioned eliciting from Colton.

“What?” Isaac hissed.

“Boy, do not get an attitude with me when I just bought your rude behind a milkshake.” Jazz slid over the melting chocolate shake and gave him her grumpiest side-eye.

He huffed. “Thank you.”

“I am far too good to you.” Jazz did an imaginary hair flip, running her nails along the fade of her buzzcut.

“Where’s my milkshake?” Mina asked, joining the table.

“Somewhere out there in the yard.” Jazz playfully pointed out to the windows of the dining hall. “I don’t know. Bringing them boys and shit.”

“And the girls.” Mina wiggled her hips.

The GSA Club Representatives arranged their schedules so everyone could meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays for leadership lunches, which sounded fancy but was just an excuse to hang out and joke around.

With Isaac’s mind lost on the proposition and Friday a day away, he could hardly focus on anything mentioned at the table.

“Where is your mind?” Jazz asked, nudging an absentminded Isaac with her foot.

“Huh?”

“She said…” Mina jumped in, singing a song from the Pixies and belting it loudly in Jazz’s ear just to get under her skin.

Those two had the most ridiculously obvious chemistry, with drive-you-crazy passion written all over their faces and palpable flirtatious zingers every time they hung out.

Which, to be clear, was almost a daily occurrence.

It seemed the only people who didn’t know Mina liked Jazz or Jazz liked Mina were Mina and Jazz.

Isaac didn’t have the energy to watch the two of them bicker and beat around the quite literal bush instead of for once being direct about their feelings. He didn’t have the energy because all of it went to the quandary on his mind.

“If someone wronged you and you had the opportunity for revenge, would you take it?”

“Hmmm.” Jazz took a contemplative pose, strumming her shortly manicured nails against her chin. “That’s a random question.”

“Well?”

“Hell yeah,” Mina said. “Fuck ‘em up, I say.”

“No, there’s a lot to consider,” Jazz interjected. “What did this person do to wrong me? What would my revenge be? What relationship did I have with the individual?”

“Oh, I like this game.” Mina snatched a handful of fries. “Bitch stole my parking spot. My revenge would be slashing their tires. My relationship is it’s that loud asshole on the third floor.”

Her eyes locked onto Isaac, revealing how truly exacerbated she was by the noisy neighbors in her apartment complex. Isaac offered his sympathies in the form of sugary chocolate as he pushed his milkshake toward her.

“What if you could do the same thing to someone that they did to you?” Isaac asked, still seeking some type of guidance. No, he wanted validation. Acceptance, a green flag stating he wasn’t a sadist and that his sadistic desires were okay.

“Hmmm,” Jazz considered.

“What if the person in question suggested it?”

That made everyone at the table look a bit skeptical.

“If they suggested it, is it even revenge?” Mina smacked her lips as she sipped Isaac’s abandoned milkshake.

“Depends on what they suggested,” Jazz clarified. “Is it revenge or atonement?”

Oh, that made Isaac’s mind spin in a thousand different directions on what could possibly be going through Colton’s head at the moment.

“It’s a lesser of two evils,” he answered. “Maybe.”

“Nope, you wanna go with the more evil option,” Mina said. “Otherwise, it’s not revenge. It’s a compromise. Don’t ever compromise with a bitch that crossed you. That’s what I always say.”

“You are so full of it,” Jazz mocked. “I have literally watched you apologize to inanimate objects after bumping into them.”

“Girl, my dresser hasn’t done anything but support me.” Mina sipped her drink. “Mind your business.”

“So, hypothetically, revenge is the wrong choice?” Isaac asked.

“Yes,” Jazz said. “Even if they suggested it.”

“Yeah, never go with something someone suggested,” Mina added. “Make it worse.”

“Noooo.” Jazz shook her head.

Isaac’s eyes perked up at Mina’s suggestion, awaiting clarification.

“If they recommended it, it’s not revenge,” Mina continued. “So, like, say someone stole from me, and they were all like, ‘oh, you caught me, here’s my hand for you to cut off.’ Do you think I’m gonna play into that nonsense?”

“Why in the hell would anyone let you cut off their hand?”

“It’s hypothetical, Jazz.” Mina put her hand in her friend’s face, then slapped her hand on the table, playing the role of the would-be thief. “So, they’re like take my hand. It’s yours. Revenge has been had.”

Isaac watched as Mina switched roles, now playing herself holding an imaginary axe or what he assumed was an axe since she wielded it with two hands.

“Now, am I gonna play into their hand and take just their hand?” Mina waved her imaginary weapon back and forth as if to say ‘no’ and then chopped at the table, dramatically screaming as she pretended to lose her entire arm. “I’m gonna make it worse. Get my real revenge.”

“You’re a fucking monster.” Jazz shook her head.

“Only if you cross me, Jazzy.” Mina blew a kiss.

Jazz rolled her eyes and turned to Isaac. “So, you going to elaborate on this hypothetical revenge?”

“Philosophy class,” Isaac answered. “Not mine. Suite mate, but it just got me thinking.”

“You’re so boring,” Mina said. “I thought you had someone by the balls. I was about to ask for all the tea.”

“Okay, if we’re talking about philosophical debates, do I have some good ones…” Jazz’s thunderous excitement brought everyone in at the table as she started the next hypothetical scenario.

While Mina and Jazz hadn’t offered the most concrete advice Isaac needed, they had opened his eyes to the situation.

Jazz pointed out that this could actually be a form of atonement, so maybe by following through with the proposition, Isaac would make Colton a better person. He scoffed at that, unable to even delude himself with a lie that flimsy.

Mina’s comment clung more closely to Isaac’s thoughts, even after lunch.

He went to his classes, then his room, and all he thought about was how to make the revenge real.

If Colton offered up the proposition, willingly surrendered, what could Isaac do to take more control? More importantly, should he?

He needed to let go of this rage, to release his hatred.

But he couldn’t. Isaac’s mind spun to the most wicked things, and he acknowledged that he wanted more out of this proposition.

If he was going to tarnish what remnants of his soul he had by blackmailing Colton, he wanted the jock to feel as insignificant as he had all through junior year of high school.

Through all of high school, really, even before his role as Colton’s residential cocksucker began.

If he was going to keep his winning hand to himself, he wanted to break Colton in other ways.

A new proposition formed in Isaac’s thoughts, and before he knew it, he’d concocted the most delicious revenge, wicked in a sense even stretching the limits of his twisted imagination.

But he didn’t want Colton to agree to these terms. In fact, Isaac wanted this addendum to the original proposition to push Colton over the edge and force the jock to reject Isaac, force Colton to accept his impending expulsion.

Well, possible expulsion. Isaac was still slightly convinced Colton’s parents would just buy him out of the issue like he was certain they’d done last year.

But even if they did…Isaac wanted to break Colton in every way.