Page 12 of Bend Him, Break Him

Isaac couldn’t flat-out reject the proposition. That was the point of pushing too far, too hard, and forcing Colton back out.

Even if every part of Isaac wanted to direct Colton to his knees and use him the same way he’d been used time and time again in high school.

It took everything he had to let that little part of him die when pushing Colton beyond his comfort zone.

The bastard was supposed to reject the arrangement, not strip off his clothes and demand to be fucked.

And sure, it was mostly bluster. Isaac could see that in Colton’s shaky stance, completely unaware of what awaited him if he went down this path.

Colton was supposed to accept whatever academic fallout would soon befall him, not accept the outlandish terms Isaac had set.

It was the ultimate authoritative trip of his life, and Isaac couldn’t deny the desire any longer.

Not with a perfectly sculpted Colton standing before him, ready and willing to serve.

Colton stood in his tight red boxer briefs, his junk appearing so much bigger in the form-fitting fabric than Isaac recalled.

Completely unveiled from his outfit, Isaac found his eyes scanning every inch of Colton’s perfect flesh.

Unblemished tanned skin. Muscles everywhere, none too big, but so fucking firm.

Colton took heavy, angry breaths which made his six-pack flex tightly, made his pecs swell and deflate in the most inviting manner.

Christ, Isaac found himself lost in the curve of Colton’s tight waist. How could a guy have such broad shoulders, such big biceps, such a wide chest, and still possess a waist so slim?

Colton’s thick muscular thighs only added to the subtle hourglass shape.

Isaac blushed, a bit frazzled at taking in Colton’s body again, seeing how much he’d grown in the three years since they last interacted.

Honestly, he was a bit embarrassed he’d intended to challenge Colton, hoping the first night would turn into a fistfight.

Yes, Isaac was confident in his self-defense techniques, but seeing all the muscles underneath those clothes made him question his skills.

“It’s just sex,” Colton said firmly, but Isaac saw the struggle to maintain his composure. “I’ve had plenty of sex. It doesn’t mean anything. You wanna fuck me, fine. No big deal.”

Sure, he said it with conviction, but Isaac heard the crack in his voice, the nervousness of submission. As Colton slipped his hands under the elastic, Isaac watched it snag at the curve of Colton’s firm bubble butt.

“Wait.” Isaac raised his hands, and Colton paused, leaving his boxers on. “You’re serious? You’ll submit to me? Just like that?”

Isaac’s mind sank into the abyss of his fantasies, lost to the idea of all the muscles that would bend and break to serve him.

“Just like that?” Colton scoffed. “It’s either fuck you or fuck my future.”

“To be clear, you won’t be the one doing the fucking,” Isaac said. “Ever.”

Colton simply stared at Isaac.

“Don’t get any ideas. You will be mine and mine alone.” Isaac stood from his chair. “None of this fooling around on the side like high school. I shared your dick then; I won’t be sharing it now.”

“I thought you said I wouldn’t be doing the fucking here.”

“When I’m railing you,” Isaac leaned in close and whispered into Colton’s ear. “You’ll fucking cum. You’ll cum hard and beg for my dick to pound you even harder.”

He savored the quiver his voice provoked from Colton.

This was really happening. He was really going to do this.

Colton was really going to do this. They were really about to move forward with the most deranged fantasy Isaac could even fathom.

No, it was more fucked up than even his vengeful musings.

It never would’ve crossed his mind that Colton would offer himself up, and now here Isaac was ready to pluck away the jock’s dignity.

He wanted to break Colton’s masculine ego, his alpha standing, his cocky swagger, his entitled authority.

Isaac wanted to fuck Colton into submission, and that was exactly where the night was headed.

“Strip.” Isaac gazed down at Colton’s crotch as the jock obediently pulled down his boxers.

Colton was semi-erect already, and Isaac nearly ran his hand along the dick but resisted the desire. This wasn’t about Colton or his satisfaction. For once in their sordid relationship, Isaac’s pleasure was all that mattered.

Isaac unfastened his anime-themed belt buckle and yanked his belt off in a swift motion. The sharp snap startled Colton.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Isaac whispered, letting his hot breath hit Colton’s ear. “We’ll save the kink for later in the semester.”

Colton’s anxious expression made Isaac grin as he unzipped his pants and fished out his dick.

It didn’t take much to stroke himself fully hard since the fantasy of this moment had left him throbbing for most of the week.

Even when he jerked himself dry every day, he found it impossible not to get a new boner the second he thought about Colton’s lips on his dick.

“Fuck,” Colton muttered, eyes practically bulging like some silly cartoon as he took in the sight of Isaac’s dick.

It hadn’t been something Colton showed much of an interest in in high school.

Occasionally, he’d want Isaac to stroke himself while sucking Colton off, but he still only ever saw Isaac’s dick through the mess of their sloppy blowjob sessions.

Sometimes, Colton played with Isaac’s ass, teasing his hole with his fingers, but not ready for penetration.

Still, not the best angle to take in the full view of Isaac’s cock.

And it was a massive cock. Nearly eight inches and a very thick circumference.

“How am I supposed to get that in my mouth?”

“You gotta big mouth, dude.” Isaac ran his hand through Colton’s short black hair. “It’ll fit. I’ll make it.”

When Colton shook, Isaac took the opportunity to direct him to his knees with a forceful push on the top of his head. Colton didn’t resist. He dropped to his knees and stared at the dick before him.

“You know what to do,” Isaac insisted.

“I’ve never…” Colton stammered. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. But I haven’t… It just seemed…gay.”

“Yeah, that’s what I always tell my girlfriends,” Isaac said with a chuckle. “They’re such homos out there, sucking their boyfriend’s dicks.”

“You know what I mean,” Colton snapped.

“I don’t, actually.” Isaac shrugged. “I never struggled with hypermasculinity to compensate for my traditionally feminine desires. Guess having a big dick sort of made me secure in myself.”

An absurd jab because Isaac had never been secure in himself a day in his life—too much wound-up anxiety coupled with constant existential crises—but he’d never worried about his perceived manhood.

Not until Colton came around. Not until Colton broke him emotionally.

The big dick comment was also excessive.

It wasn’t like Colton was inadequate at six inches.

He just happened to be smaller than Isaac, and based on the way his eyes fixated on the veins of Isaac’s longer, thicker throbbing dick, Colton’s insecurity was definitely getting the better of him.

“What do you like from a blowjob?” Isaac asked. “Do that. Do something.”

Colton nodded, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

He leaned forward and took the head of Isaac’s cock into his mouth.

He nearly burst right that instant, feeling the absolute rush of so much pleasure that came from this simple act.

It wasn’t that Colton worked the nerves of his head, though he clearly tried by rotating his tongue.

No. It was the power. The control which now fell to Isaac.

He let Colton work, his head slowly bobbing as he took in two to three more inches of Isaac’s dick.

The muffled gulps of effort aroused Isaac, heightening his hunger.

Colton’s jaw stretched wide as he continued taking a bit more of the dick, letting the head hit the roof of his mouth again and again.

It was a lovely sensation mixed with a spectacular view.

Isaac stood in euphoria as Colton’s head moved back and forth.

Getting into the swing of things, Colton even tilted his head with a twist every few times, creating a rhythm with his mouth.

It felt nice and kept Isaac hard as a fucking rock, but it wouldn’t make him cum.

Not now that he’d steadied his breathing and had gotten over the initial excitement of owning Colton’s mouth.

“Look at you working so hard on my dick.” Isaac stroked Colton’s hair. “Use your hand.”

Colton obeyed, gently running his hand up and down Isaac’s shaft, even licking his palm to help make the tugs slick.

“Play with the head,” Isaac instructed with a growl.

Colton did as he was asked, teasing the head and rotating his tongue round and round the nerves while he used his hand to stroke the rest of Isaac’s massive dick.

With his other hand, Colton moved the baggy shirt up some, as it hung low and practically draped around Isaac’s dick.

Isaac decided to offer assistance and raised his shirt up, tugging it over his head but leaving it wrapped around his shoulders.

It fully exposed his pale, tattooed skin and the hair trailing from his crotch, a strip up his muscular stomach and spread across his chest.

The light chest hair wasn’t very visible, not with the tattoo he’d gotten.

While the flames lining Isaac’s neck were always noticeable, the phoenix he’d gotten went mostly unseen.

Very few ever saw Isaac nude or even shirtless.

The majestic wings spread across Isaac’s firm pecs—nowhere near Colton’s level of fitness, but still, something notable.

The bird’s flames burned in several shades of yellow, orange, red, and blue.