Page 11 of Bend Him, Break Him

Even after the buzz of booze had worn off, Colton’s anticipation for what came next hadn’t. There was a mix of dread and excitement that bubbled inside him over the next few days as he awaited Isaac’s text message.

Everything he searched online confirmed Isaac’s threat.

What Colton had done would be considered plagiarism and could lead to expulsion.

Not trusting the internet and their many conflicting sources, Colton turned to the student handbook, the code of conduct forms they had folks sign every year, and sifted through them to find anything that’d corroborate Isaac’s threat.

It did. The worst part was Colton learned this could technically be used against him even after he finished the course.

Isaac could hold onto it until Colton graduated.

According to the language in the handbook, proven plagiarism could even affect graduates, but he found that unlikely.

Also, since he planned on going pro, he didn’t need to worry about his degree coming into question.

He just needed to stay in a school where he could and would be scouted for the league.

His phone buzzed with a call from his mom, who he didn’t have the energy to talk with.

Chances were she was calling to remind him about some party where he’d be paraded around over the holidays.

This was exactly the type of thing his parents could make disappear.

The right donation to the right person, and Colton wouldn’t have to lift a finger in his defense.

But his parents weren’t going to bail him out of anything since he picked the University of Clinton.

They made that clear last year when he was drowning in problems, and they just stood by, waiting for him to screw up beyond repair.

And yes, they’d always bail him out, but only on their terms. If he got expelled, his father would have him enrolled in a new college without missing a beat.

But that would mean his father would pick the college, choose the pathway, pay for the degree, and set Colton on a journey to follow in the family footsteps exactly how his parents had always wanted, leaving no room for deviation.

That was why Colton worked so hard to maintain his sports scholarship. He had money, he had a trust fund, but his parents controlled the strings of Colton’s cash flow until he turned twenty-five.

When Friday rolled around, Isaac texted Colton his dorm information.

It was a little bizarre Isaac still lived in a dorm since he was in his third year.

Colton had been forced to stay in a tiny dormitory his freshman year with all the other newbie baseball players, but when his second year rolled around, Colton made sure to get into a campus apartment with a few teammates.

Once he arrived at the dorm, he signed in on the guest clipboard, putting down a fake name since the student working at the desk wasn’t paying attention.

Colton would prefer there not be a paper trail to his cock sucking evening.

Lining the wall near the elevators, Colton saw a collection of pictures naming the building RAs and expressing how happy and excited they all were to help everyone living there have their best dorm life experience.

Well, everyone except for Isaac, who glared in his photo and clearly didn’t give a fuck about the RA slogan.

Guess that explained why Isaac still lived in a dorm room. It was funny to Colton how active Isaac made himself on campus despite seemingly not caring about anyone or anything.

The time had finally arrived. Colton made his way to the elevator and took it up to the sixth floor, then knocked at Isaac’s door.

He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, about to suck Isaac’s dick.

No, it would be more than that. Colton realized Isaac would definitely use his mouth and throat the same way Colton had countless times before.

Hell, he’d probably be even more brutal, all things considered.

But Colton would let him. He’d allow this because, despite everything, a part of him hoped to make amends.

This wouldn’t right things between them, Colton knew that logically, but an illogical part of Colton that still dreamed of undoing the past—time traveling to the worst mistake of his life—that part believed sucking dick could end this war between him and Isaac.

“You’re here.” Isaac ushered Colton into the room and immediately went to sit in his desk chair.

Colton expected Isaac to whip out his dick and demand Colton get to work, but instead, he typed away at his computer, seemingly disinterested in Colton’s arrival.

As Isaac remained aloof, Colton studied the sinister atmosphere of the dorm suite.

Isaac’s goth tastes extended to posters of metal bands, Halloween decorations strewn about, and oddly Funko Pop collectibles by the dozens.

The main ones Colton recognized were the completed set of The Nightmare Before Christmas cast lined on the shelf above Isaac’s desk.

Colton liked that movie. And it was probably the only movie displayed in Isaac’s room that he knew.

The poster directly beside Isaac caught Colton’s attention, a giant set of red lips with a bloody title: The Rocky Horror Picture Show .

Weird. But everything about Isaac was a little weird.

“So, we doing this?” Colton asked, antsy and unable to handle any silence.

“Yeah.” Isaac rocked his head side to side. “I need to clarify this arrangement first, though.”

“Arrangement?” Colton quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the whole one-and-done thing just doesn’t sit right with me,” Isaac explained with a wicked glint in his blue eyes. “You suggested I had a desire to take back a bit of my power, show you the other side of authority, control, dominance. All things I willingly let you do.”

Colton stood silently, listening intently.

“I admit, there’s some truth to that,” Isaac continued, gesturing for Colton to take a seat on the edge of the bed. “The problem is a one-time blowjob doesn’t really feel like I’m taking back much.”

Colton’s inquisitive look turned sour as he began to register this new proposition.

“If I’m gonna do this, I want the full experience,” Isaac said. “I want you to give me everything I gave you and more.”

Colton clamped his jaw at that, recalling all the ways he used Isaac, from long, grueling blowjobs to quick and brutal throat fucks.

“I want you whenever and however for the semester.”

“The semester,” Colton snapped. “Hell no, that’s ridiculous.”

“Why not?” Isaac shrugged. “I gave you nearly five months of service without hesitation.”

“And you want the same.” Colton’s expression turned quizzical, almost considering this extended arrangement. But based on the sheer sadistic look from Isaac, he knew there was still more to be explained, more to push at Colton’s comfort levels.

“Actually, I want so much more. When I say jump, you jump. When I say drop to your knees, you drop to your knees. When I say open your mouth and take this dick…well, you get the idea.” Isaac smirked. “And I don’t just wanna fuck your face. I want all of you.”

“I’m not letting you fuck me in the ass,” Colton growled.

“All right. Well, your choice and all that. But—pun intended—unfortunately, those are my only terms.” Isaac stared at Colton with a harrowing, horrifying expression that twisted the fury out of Colton’s face until all that remained was fear.

“You will be mine, however and whenever I want. You will submit and surrender and satisfy.”

“I can do that.” Colton swallowed hard, choking on his own acceptance of the proposition. “With my mouth. Use me, use it, however and whenever you want.”

“You’re not getting it. Unsurprising, given your academic track record.

” Isaac’s chuckle brought a small spark of Colton’s anger back.

“This isn’t high school. I’m not you, some macho alpha prick, still figuring out my sexuality and the lengths I’ll go to explore it.

I know what I like. I like control. I like men.

I like controlling men. I like using their mouths, their asses, their bodies.

I like the quiver of a man when he can only take a few more strokes before he bursts, before he buckles, before he breaks beneath me. ”

Terror filled Colton’s glossy green eyes, and he stared with a rapt expression, awed by Isaac’s declaration.

Isaac had always made himself smaller to serve Colton, and it was startling to realize there was this much aggression and drive for dominance buried within him.

No, not buried. Swelling, growing with each angry breath Isaac took.

“I want you in every way, and I want you to accept me as the one in charge of your life for the remainder of the school year,” Isaac said with a cheerful lilt to really drive in the statement. “If I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it right.”

“I’m not a bitch.” Colton wheezed, letting out all his rage in a heavy exhale like a dragon blowing flames. No, smoke. Because the fire inside Colton had died out, and based on Isaac’s smirk, he’d seen the embers flickering.

“Hey, I get it.” Isaac raised his hands, feigning surrender. “Your ass is worth more than your education. Totally valid choice.”

Colton looked up with tears in his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am absolutely serious. If you want me to keep my evidence to myself, to let you cheat your way through yet another class, then I want you. I want you to feel the same way I felt.”

“Powerless?”

“Drunk on serving someone else. Living and breathing for his needs, his pleasure, his cock,” Isaac hissed, venomous hatred in the words he spat.

Colton recalled how much Isaac rearranged his days to tend to Colton’s dick, sucking him off whenever the jock needed release.

First thing in the morning, missing his AP Chem class to help Colton relieve himself.

After practice when he sucked Colton’s sweaty dick before he’d shower up and head to a party with his friends.

Late in the night when he’d sneak out of his house and meet Colton in the woods and let the jock hump his face while the back of his head slammed against a tree.

Isaac had allowed Colton every opportunity to degrade him for his own pleasures.

Hell, Colton knew back then Isaac would’ve eagerly bent over and taken the jock’s dick in the ass just for a chance at love.

“Just say no already so we can be done with this,” Isaac said with an almost convincing aloofness. Enough to fool anyone else, but not Colton.

“Fine. Let’s get this done with.”

“Perfect.” Isaac swiveled his chair back to his computer.

“What are you doing?” Colton leapt to his feet.

“Getting this over with.” Isaac shrugged. “Sending the emails. Duh.”

“No.” Colton’s voice cracked. “I meant us. The arrangement. Just get this over with. Or started. Or started and over for tonight.”

Isaac’s jaw dropped. “Are you seriously agreeing to my outlandish terms? You’ll let me use your mouth whenever I want? Let me fuck your throat until you can’t breathe?”

Colton looked down and nodded.

“You’ll be my personal cum bucket whenever I want?”

Colton’s Adam’s apple bulged as he swallowed profane words, and he silently nodded.

“You’ll bend over and let me fuck that tight jock ass?”

Colton glowered, nostrils flaring. There it was. There was the line Colton didn’t want to cross, the one Isaac had seemingly set specifically to force him to back down. Back out.

“You don’t wanna do this, do you?” Colton asked.

“Fuck you? Hell yeah, I do.”

“Then why are you trying to get me to reject it?”

“Because I’m not strong enough to,” Isaac said with a breathy sigh.

“You fucking threw me for a loop by offering your mouth. One and done wouldn’t clear the board, wouldn’t do anything except leave me wanting to use you more.

So, I went with a real proposition, a twisted idea, a fantasy worth fulfilling.

Something with the power of holding you in check for the semester. ”

“Then do that,” Colton pleaded. “We can have that arrangement. You don’t need the other stuff.”

Isaac glared. “I do need the other stuff. I need to feel you buckle beneath me as I fuck all that confidence out of you. I need to feel your hole clamp down onto my cock as I pound away your pride and ego and your fucking arrogance. I need absolute control over you and your life. That is how I get my power back. That is how I win.”

It became clear that Isaac wanted to break Colton, and he wanted Colton to go willingly into this arrangement or be the one to back out.

Perhaps Isaac understood how deranged he sounded.

What Colton had allowed to happen in high school was cruel beyond measure.

But if Isaac did this, would he be any better than Colton?

“You’re worried you’ll be worse than me,” Colton said. “That’s why you want me to reject it.”

“You never know if you’ve overplayed your hand until you set the card down.” Isaac smirked. “Since we both know you’re not about to take it in the ass, I think it’s time we send that email.”

Colton could reject the proposition the same way he’d rejected Isaac. He could put an end to this sordid rekindling of what-the-fuck-ever they were once upon a time.

“You wanna fuck me?” Colton pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground. “Huh?”

Isaac’s eyes widened as Colton kicked off his sneakers, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his ankles before tossing them across the room with his foot.

“Then fuck me.” Colton snarled, his fury sparked anew. “Fuck me right now.”

Colton would surrender himself to Isaac. It would spare him from losing his future, and perhaps it would right what had gone wrong between him and Isaac. Colton didn’t believe that part, but he yearned for it all the same.