Page 14 of Bend Him, Break Him

Colton’s throat ached. Despite doing his best to stretch his jaw, he couldn’t seem to loosen the tension that pulsed with pain.

It was harder than expected, more grueling than he ever realized, and while Isaac had been bigger in size and more brutal in his zealous excitement than Colton, he admittedly knew when it came to head, he enjoyed a sloppy blowjob.

He just hadn’t realized until this moment how much effort the other person had to put into it.

Isaac opened his window and sparked a cigarette.

“Um, should you be doing that?”

“No one cares when you’re on the sixth floor.” Isaac took a deep inhale. “Well, no one notices at the very least.”

The most perplexing part of this whole warped arrangement—proposition—was how hard Colton found himself now.

Thankfully, Isaac kept his attention mostly fixed on the window, where he exhaled huge drags of smoke.

Still, Colton did his best to keep his boner to himself, pressing it between his thighs.

It only added to the throb but in a somewhat uncomfortable manner, so Colton hoped now that Isaac was done fucking his face, the erection would fizzle out.

The hard-on itself didn’t surprise Colton, so much so that Isaac elicited it.

Yeah, he found Isaac attractive, enjoyed the time they’d spent together, but that had to do with Isaac’s submissive nature.

He’d never considered Isaac a very masculine guy, not feminine either, just sort of floating somewhere in between.

Not that he did anything to help matters.

He could’ve picked a different wardrobe, different style, avoided the nail polish and makeup, and maybe passed as a somewhat real guy.

Well, a skinny guy, but still, something better than a goth twink boy.

All the same, Colton couldn’t believe how much power and authority, and conviction spilled from Isaac’s lips as he ordered Colton around, as he rammed his massive cock further and further down his throat.

The way he manhandled him, used him, abused him.

It made him miserable while also igniting some bizarre spark inside him.

A craving for dominance he didn’t believe existed.

Colton had always wanted to suck a dick.

It was a curiosity he’d had since high school but one he created very clear measures and requirements about.

He wanted someone stronger than him, someone on the cusp of queerness like him—no straight guys.

There’d been a few last year, jerks like Leon who’d offered to shove their dicks down Colton’s throat since he was a loud and proud flamer.

Colton knew he’d never submit to someone like that, never allow someone to use his throat like some type of fleshlight, yet here he was, allowing Isaac to break him in for his own satisfaction.

Isaac didn’t fit the cock sucking requirements.

Not masculine enough. Too queer. He clearly hated Colton, same as the homophobes on his team who still hassled him about his bisexuality.

Even so, there was something so primal about the way Isaac took hold of Colton, the way he forced Colton further down on his dick, the way he didn’t relent.

Had he been like that in high school? Colton figured he got a little aggressive here or there, but not the same.

Colton had face fucked people before but nothing to that degree.

He never made someone continuously choke on their own spit, gag nonstop without a break, take it all the way to the base and hold there.

And the slaps. Fuck, the way Isaac smacked Colton and demanded he hold his position.

The whole thing fucked with Colton’s mind.

“You look fucking wrecked,” Isaac said, stubbing out his smoke. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Colton softly replied, in part because his throat ached and in part because he found himself quietly humbled.

“Good to know,” Isaac said. “Quick question. Are you clean?”

“I’ve been tested, um, but it’s been a minute.”

“Not that, but always a perk to know.” Isaac nodded. “I’m recently tested and on PrEP, so that’s something we shouldn’t have to worry about.”

Colton just stared.

“I meant more your ass.”

“Huh?” Colton’s jaw went slack at the accusation. “I wash my butt if that’s what you’re—”

Isaac laughed and shook his head. “No. I just mean that I sorta sprang this on ya, so you’re not exactly as prepped as you could be. Not that it’s required, though sometimes cleaner depending on the dude.”

Colton blinked a few times in confusion.

“Do you have a rumbly belly?” Isaac asked, batting his eyes almost playfully.

“No. I’m fine there if that’s what you mean.” Colton waved a hand over his stomach and intestines and sort of pushed away the thought of Isaac’s question.

“Cool. I mean, shit happens. But I wanted to check in since I’m about to rip you a new asshole. Thought it’d be generous to ask.” Isaac walked toward his nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer. “Go ahead and get on the bed.”

Colton coughed. “Ugh, so we’re doing this then?”

“Unless you had a change of heart.”

This wasn’t something Colton ever considered doing, ever considered giving up.

Was it giving up? People got fucked all the time and loved it.

But Colton couldn’t imagine himself taking someone’s dick, serving as a piece of meat to get someone off.

Yet here he was, agreeing, committing, doing exactly that.

He told himself again and again it was because of what Isaac had on him.

Colton didn’t have a choice, not much of one anyway.

Either Isaac would fuck Colton or fuck his life up.

In any case, something Colton valued was going to be wrecked.

He supposed if it was his hole, at least no one else had to know.

There would be no living down an expulsion, and his family would control his every waking choice if he screwed things up here.

“Hey, you listening?” Isaac snapped his fingers and gestured to the bed.

Carefully, Colton got up and wobbled a bit. He found himself more lightheaded from the face fucking than he initially realized.

“Lay back.”

Colton obeyed, laying on the twin-sized bed with his knees propped up high and feet pushed close together and tucked under his butt. It was a poor shield, but he wanted something as he lay here completely nude before Isaac.

Isaac poured lube onto his index and middle finger, letting it slide down them as the goop glistened against his polished fingernails under the luminescent black lights.

“Spread your legs,” Isaac ordered.

Colton had his legs pulled close, still hiding his erection.

“Now.”

He grimaced and did as Isaac commanded, revealing his unrelenting boner as he parted his legs. Isaac didn’t say a word about the erection, merely smirked.

“Ready?”

“For?”

“I’m gonna finger your ass for starters,” Isaac said. “Probably toss a few toys in there, too.”

“What?” Colton quirked a brow, finding the idea of Isaac sticking his fingers in him to be the most bizarre thing ever.

Including the fact he’d willingly agreed to let him shove other bigger parts inside him.

“Trust me, dude.” Isaac brought his wet fingertips close to the ring of Colton’s ass, and he jolted at the suddenness of the approach. “If you think it’s scary having these fellas poking around, trust me when I say you’ll be grateful.”

“Just lube me up, whatever.” Colton ground his teeth. “The sooner you fuck me, the sooner I can go.”

“I don’t know, sort of like the idea of dragging this out until the wee hours.” Isaac teased Colton’s hole, massaging the outside.

The sensation was unlike anything Colton had experienced.

He quaked, nervous and excited and terrified, oh so fucking terrified.

He didn’t know if the fear came from the idea of getting fucked or the fear of liking it, craving it.

Mostly, he didn’t know if he wanted this.

Colton did know he didn’t want it from Isaac.

It made his skin crawl, submitting to the guy he used on a regular basis, submitting to the guy he threatened and bullied and broke for years.

Part of him felt he owed Isaac this, that if he just sucked it up, quite literally, and let Isaac get his rocks off, it wouldn’t be so bad. Another part believed full well that Isaac would make this excruciating, that he’d pour all the hate he had coiled inside him back into Colton.

When Isaac pushed his fingers inside Colton, he winced. It felt weird and uncomfortable, but not in a painful way, just an awkward sort of sensation. He knew that wouldn’t last. He knew Isaac would hurt him soon enough, relish in the pain.

Colton had fucked enough asses to know the pleasure was minimal at best. It confused him why people enjoyed it, accepting some people were just built to please others, that was their role in life. Colton couldn’t be one of those people. He had too much self-respect.

“Ooooooo,” Colton moaned, sliding up the bed and away from Isaac’s invasive fingers.

“Stop.” Isaac glared. “Bring that ass right back here.”

Colton swallowed his nervousness and lowered himself from the wall he was on the verge of scaling a second ago.

Isaac continued working his fingers inside Colton, lubing his hole, massaging him in a way that hit hard. It felt like nothing Colton had experienced. His cock throbbed harder each time Isaac pushed his fingers in deeper. It took everything Colton had to contain his groans of pleasure.

“Looks like someone is realizing their magic button.”

Colton didn’t respond, breathing heavily as his dick bounced from the faster push of Isaac’s fingers and the subtle thrust of Colton’s hips.

He couldn’t help himself. Part of him bucked so he could feel the sensation of fucking, even if all he did was fuck the air, and another part of him liked the way his ass pushed against the fingers inside him.