Page 17 of Bend Him, Break Him

He appreciated the break, oh how his body needed it, and he found himself lost on the empathy that came from Isaac in waves, but he suspected the lust of piledriving Colton carried this compassion.

Colton worried the sentiment would fade once his erection did, once his guilt dissipated.

He couldn’t chance Isaac moving forward with his blackmail.

“I’m ready.” Colton rolled back onto his stomach and positioned himself, hoping to finish the night quickly.

“Well, I’m not, so relax, dude.” Isaac tossed his smoke out the window. “Rest up and chill.”

When Isaac returned to the bed, the pair rested together for a while in silence.

Colton wanted to speak, to say something, anything to break the quiet, but Isaac seemed content to stare off into nothingness.

More than anything, Colton wanted Isaac to be happy since his life seemed to hinge on the whims of Isaac’s mood.

“You ready?” Isaac finally turned his gaze onto Colton, who nodded. “Good. Get me hard again.”

In the few minutes since pausing, Isaac’s erection had almost disappeared altogether. He retrieved the lube and squirted some onto his flaccid cock. Colton went to stroke him hard again.

“Mouth, please.”

Reluctantly, Colton leaned forward and sucked on Isaac’s cock.

It didn’t escape him how Isaac’s cock had just been inside him, which gave Colton a strong taste of his own ass as he worked to get the guy hard again.

He expected some type of taste from the lube—or perhaps hoped, anyway—but aside from the goop added to the saliva in his mouth, it didn’t carry much flavor.

Thankfully, Isaac was rock-hard again quite quickly, and Colton pulled away to lay back on his stomach.

“Roll over.” Isaac nudged Colton until he moved onto his back. “Grab your legs.”

Isaac lifted Colton’s legs and slipped in between them as Colton wrapped his hands around the back of his lower thighs.

Isaac pushed down on Colton’s legs, forcing his feet to touch the wall and practically twisting his body until the jock’s ass was high in the air and his head was pressed beneath the weight of both their bodies.

“I wanna see that face while I fuck you.”

Colton gulped, watching Isaac’s cock slowly slide inside him. It seemed like the perfect vantage point for Isaac. He could watch Colton’s expression contort with each thrust, and Colton would have to endure the visual of Isaac’s cock ramming him again and again.

“Remember, I own you, own this ass.” Isaac smirked as he thrust his hips, getting into a slow rhythm. “And I don’t break my things.”

Colton winced, partly from the returning pain and partly from the degrading commentary. He felt valued and worthless all in one statement.

“If it’s too much, say something.” Isaac rutted deeper into Colton. “I can take as many breaks as you need. By the end of the night, your hole will learn its place.”

Colton nodded and turned his head.

Isaac kept a steady pace, easing his cock into Colton’s hole, allowing him to adjust once again. “Eyes on me, bitch.”

Colton obeyed, perplexed by how validated and simultaneously disregarded he felt.

Isaac’s expression turned more and more aggressive as time passed.

Soon, he bucked harder into Colton. The same rage he’d unleashed before came back just as powerful as he pumped, hips smacking Colton’s thighs.

Slapping skin served as the drumbeat to the vocals of Isaac’s angry grunts and Colton’s exhausted groans.

It started to hurt again, hurt so much Colton pressed a hand to Isaac’s hip, hoping to ease his pace.

Since he’d released one of his propped legs, Isaac took that as his opportunity to grab ahold of Colton’s free thigh and push his leg further back, bringing the knee almost to Colton’s head as he rammed harder into him.

Isaac had begun jackhammering Colton, finding a brutal rhythm that Colton gritted his teeth through, stifling his screams until they transformed into moans.

“Fuuuuck,” Colton bellowed.

Isaac had hit the spot again, turning the pain into pleasure.

It still hurt. Fuck, did it hurt, but now there was this pressure of ecstasy that built with each thrust of Isaac’s hips.

Colton found his hand sliding from the front of Isaac’s hip to the side, almost cupping the top of his ass as he encouraged the railing.

Isaac’s blue eyes seemed to sparkle, holding an illusion of gentle light.

Whether in contrast with his menacing expression or the dark eyeshadow and eyeliner, it made his baby blues pop and pulled Colton’s focus.

He locked his gaze onto Isaac, their bodies pressing closer together with each thrust, their embrace tightening as Colton felt himself closer and closer to climaxing.

Something about Isaac’s lips called to Colton in that moment, perhaps the panting breaths they shared.

The more Isaac worked his way in and out of Colton, the closer his face got, the closer his lips got, and while Colton hadn’t kissed a guy yet, hadn’t shared that experience like so many others tonight, he believed this was one thing he’d gladly give to Isaac.

He’d wanted to taste the other boy’s mouth since they were in high school.

Colton quivered in anticipation as Isaac’s lips nearly brushed against his own. Isaac leaned back just enough to stop himself, then slapped his free hand over Colton’s mouth, railing him harder and eliciting a pained groan, which the hand muffled.

When the moment passed, Isaac freed his hand from Colton’s mouth and continued railing the jock deeper into the mattress.

“I think, I think…” Colton grunted, miserably blissful, lost in the sex.

He looked down at his cock, which flopped around only half-erect. It didn’t make any sense. Colton thought he might burst any second, one more thrust inside him could very well make him explode, yet his cock didn’t seem nearly as excited as the rest of his body, as excited as it’d been all night.

“I’m gonna…fffffff…” Colton bit his lower lip, stifling a howl of pleasure as Isaac’s dick worked him over in ways he never knew possible, and he realized he didn’t need to be hard to feel the intensity of a true orgasm.

Colton had made partners cum through anal, but that required their assistance.

His partners had to either finger or jerk themselves while he fucked them, and even then, in some cases, they didn’t cum until after the fact.

He’d never felt so incompetent in his life, realizing how powerful his strokes should’ve been, could’ve been, but as he continued taking Isaac’s cock, feeling his orgasm build bigger with each breath, he embraced it.

Warmth filled his tightening balls, and suddenly, a wave of pressure erupted. It sent heat washing over his skin. Colton cried out in pleasure, dropping his hands to the mattress and gripping the blanket like it’d somehow steady his convulsions.

Cum shot from his cock again and again, pooling on his stomach and spraying across his chest. One thread even reached his face, and Colton merely moaned in response, continuing to take Isaac’s dick.

Isaac bent Colton’s leg and turned him onto his side so he could hump him from a different angle. “You fucking love it, don’t you?”

Colton didn’t reply, too tired and satisfied to find the words.

Isaac rammed harder, eliciting a pained wince from Colton, but he took the dicking, wondering if it would extend his second orgasm of the night.

He couldn’t fathom possibly having any more cum inside him, not after that bucket that poured out.

Isaac growled, clawing at Colton’s thigh, his ass, slapping him with his hips as he took erratic and wild thrusts. “Fucking take it.”

With that, Isaac came, shooting his load deep inside Colton and thrusting a bit to cling to the sensation.

He pulled his cock back so only the head remained wedged inside Colton, pulsating and firing another jet of cum before he pulled out entirely and let the last spurts splat against Colton’s bare ass.

After a few seconds, Isaac shoved himself back inside Colton, grunting with haggard breaths as he buried his twitching cock.

Colton lay there, feeling Isaac’s ferocity diminish and his cock shrink.

Each of them took heavy, panting breaths.

Isaac passed out awkwardly atop Colton’s contorted frame as they clung together with their sticky, sweaty bodies.

He kept his flaccid dick inside of Colton for a moment before finally slipping out of him and rubbing the head against the crack of Colton’s ass.

“It’s late,” Isaac said. “You can sleep here, then head out in the morning.”

“No, it’s okay.” Colton wheezed. “I should be getting back to my place.”

“That wasn’t an offer; it was an order,” Isaac said quite matter-of-factly. “You do recall agreeing to my whims, correct?”

Colton nodded.

“Good.” Isaac had this cocky authoritative smirk which infuriated and intrigued Colton. “My whims suggest I’d rather you not roam campus at two in the morning.”

Fuck. Had it already gotten so late? Colton looked at the clock to see it had actually gotten a bit later, being a quarter after two.

“Do you have a spare toothbrush or something?”

“I could shoot another load in your mouth,” Isaac said. “Everyone knows cum has a bleaching effect.”

Colton scowled, which provoked a minxy smirk from Isaac, who played with his lip ring as he stared at the grumpy jock.

“Kidding. Geez. My brush is the pink one; you’re more than welcome to use it.” Isaac pointed to the door, obviously gesturing to the common room bathroom shared by the dorm suite.

“Seriously?”

“Pink’s hot.” Isaac grinned. “Don’t be a hater.”

“You want me to use your toothbrush?”

“Dude, you just swallowed my dick and my load. I think you can handle my teeffy germs.”

Colton stepped off the bed and went to retrieve his clothes.

“No need.” Isaac waved him off. “Roommates left early, so the suite is silent. Go on.”

Colton still hesitated. It wasn’t like he hadn’t strutted around a dorm room in the nude before, but there was something significantly different about walking around boldly after fucking someone and walking around after being fucked.

Being conquered. That was what it felt like, and it seemed Isaac had the strut of someone riding a victorious wave.

“Fine, I’ll go first.” Isaac went to the bathroom, completely naked, and stepped with a swagger.

Isaac had two tattoos on his backside. The first was a set of bloody stitches on his back beneath his shoulder blades, which looked like they closed up matching wounds.

They were placed in such a way that it almost seemed like the stitched injuries sealed a set of fallen wings, or the spot wings would be located on an angel.

Well, a demon in Isaac’s case. The second tattoo was the word TRAMP written on his lower back in a bold, stamp-like font.

“You have a literal tramp stamp,” Colton said with a snicker as Isaac strutted back toward the room, taking his time in the empty common area space.

“Lost a bet, but it’s pretty funny.” Isaac smirked. “Alas, it goes unused since I don’t let anyone rail my ass like some fellas I know and shoot their shots for target practice.”

Colton glowered, rolling his eyes. Once Isaac stepped back into the room, Colton moved through the common area, sweaty and tired, and rushing across the living room space to reach the bathroom like he was being chased by the monster under the bed.

But there was no monster under the bed, merely in it. Isaac.

As he stepped into the bathroom, Colton felt the cum dripping down his crack and the inside of his thigh. He grabbed a towel, not caring whose it was, and wiped the cum from his chest, stomach, ass, thighs, and everywhere he could think except for the loads deep inside him.

Colton went to the restroom, an awkward affair, and cleaned up a bit before brushing his teeth and finally examining himself.

His hair was disheveled, his face was washed out, but otherwise, he appeared completely normal, completely himself.

He expected to look different. He certainly felt different.

After taking more time than he needed, Colton returned to Isaac’s room and joined him in the bed.

Isaac lay sprawled out on the twin bed while Colton curled up in a tight ball, taking up as little space as possible.

He felt so much smaller now, lost in his thoughts.

He lay awake while Isaac seemed to doze off almost immediately.

He had a light snore, not something he used to have.

Not from what Colton recalled when they were younger and used to have sleepovers.

Then he thought about the number of times Isaac ended up with a busted nose, someone reminding him of his place when he got mouthy at school.

Maybe it got broken one too many times, and that caused the wispy noise.

Either that or Isaac was faking as a way to annoy Colton after already pounding the fuck out of him.

When Isaac rolled over and pressed his naked body against Colton’s, he nearly jumped.

The startled flinch didn’t rouse Isaac, and he continued moving in closer for a tighter embrace, sleep-cuddling with Colton.

He pressed his chest against the jock’s tired back, wrapped a leg over the jock’s aching thigh muscles, and rested his crotch against the jock’s worn-out ass.

Colton tried to wriggle loose but found Isaac’s squeeze only tightened as he grumbled incoherent mutterings. Somehow, even unconscious, Isaac had learned how to issue commands that Colton found himself obeying.

Colton didn’t spoon. He occasionally cuddled. But he certainly didn’t make himself the little spoon who got cuddled. Despite the humbling factor, it did feel nice. Maybe it only felt nice because the fucking had finally finished.

Geez, he couldn’t get that orgasm out of his head, the sheer volume that shot out of him, the way his body ached and begged for more even after Isaac’s cock had pounded out the last drops from Colton’s.

And when he continued, when he kept thrusting into Colton’s sore hole, part of him wanted Isaac to finish, and another part wanted him to keep going, keep fucking him until he climaxed for a third time.

Colton ignored all the thoughts, the incredibly confusing and fucked up thoughts swimming through his mind, and tried to fall asleep in Isaac’s arms.