Page 18 of Bend Him, Break Him
Isaac awoke at five in the morning, incredibly hot from being tangled in the blankets and Colton’s body. When had he snuggled up to him? It didn’t matter. Isaac shoved off and moved to the other side of the bed, nearly rolling off to escape the comforting embrace.
Isaac glared at Colton as he slept, thinking back to last night, how it felt, how he felt, how Colton’s body trembled in his grasp, and he took in all of Isaac.
He’d almost kissed Colton last night. Christ, how he craved Colton’s lips, his soft pillowy lips.
They were perfect for Isaac’s cock, which should’ve been enough, but when he moaned from the sheer ecstasy of Isaac’s powerful thrusts, Isaac wanted to taste the mix of pleasure and pain that spilled from Colton’s voice.
That couldn’t be, though. Isaac buried the desire, hoping it hadn’t been the root of his morning wood. After an hour of sitting silently with an unyielding erection, he shook Colton’s shoulder.
“You up?”
Colton huddled tighter under the covers, squeezing the life out of the blanket.
“Come on.” Isaac playfully nudged Colton’s lower back, poking him with his finger in a very suggestive manner. “I’m up. A part of me is up, up, and ready to go.”
“Uuuuuuggh.” Colton rolled over to face Isaac, a groggy glare on his face which only further enticed Isaac. “My ass still hurts.”
“It’ll be fine,” Isaac said. “You just gotta give it a few days to bounce back. It’s actually a shame you’re leaving for winter break because now I’m gonna have to break that ass in all over again. Think of last night as a preview for the semester.”
Colton groaned and tossed off the covers. Isaac stopped Colton mid-motion, as the jock started to roll over and accept his fate. Fuck, Isaac could live on this high for the rest of his life.
“Relax.” Isaac stroked Colton’s hair. “You’re more than just a hole to me.”
The bewildered expression on Colton’s face carried an intoxicating allure as he studied Isaac, searching for the sincerity, for the goth’s genuine attitude. Isaac let the comment linger for a few more seconds as the shock faded, and Colton nearly smiled.
“You’re also a mouth.” Isaac smirked, grabbing a fistful of Colton’s hair and yanking his head back. It exposed his neck entirely, making his prominent Adam’s apple bulge. “How about you lay back and let me fuck that throat?”
Colton frowned, then followed Isaac’s hand as he shoved him further down the bed.
He lay on his back with his face lined up a few inches above Isaac’s hard cock, a beast of a thing barely contained by the big boxers Isaac wore.
He didn’t even slip them down, instead merely sliding his cock through the open slit in the front.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.” Isaac pressed the head of his cock to Colton’s lips, savoring the expression, the gratification he’d soon receive.
“How quick?” Colton asked.
The idea of fucking Colton’s face for hours held a satisfying urge, but the idea of using the jock’s throat for a quick pump and dump for his morning wood load held even more appeal.
“Remember our morning rendezvous?” Isaac studied Colton’s eyes, the realization of every morning meeting they had junior year.
Colton would wait in his car. Isaac would have to walk the length of the student parking lot because Colton wanted to ensure they had privacy.
If he really wanted privacy, they’d have hooked up at Isaac’s place or Colton’s home, but that would require the jock to let people know he hung out with Isaac. Absolutely not.
Isaac’s mind wandered to every quick and sloppy morning blowjob he gave where Colton slammed Isaac’s head down and rammed his dick as deep into Isaac’s throat as possible until he pumped a load out.
He used to use Isaac well past his limits.
Even when Isaac would explain it was too much for him to handle, Colton would promise to take it easier next time, but then he’d ream Isaac out all over again until his throat was sore, voice was hoarse, and tongue was coated in cum.
Letting the memories fade, Isaac positioned himself onto Colton as his expression stirred, possibly recalling their morning hangouts too.
Isaac straddled Colton’s chest, letting his cock rest against the jock’s puckered lips.
Fuck, it was the perfect sight. The way Colton played with the head of Isaac’s cock made him throb harder, the way Colton looked beneath him, made Isaac’s body burn with a primal desire.
He had Colton—he had the fantasy, the power, the authority he craved.
Yet as Colton worked on Isaac’s cock as best he could from this pinned angle, Isaac found himself wanting more.
Last night, he’d come close to kissing Colton.
Isaac loved pressing his lips to another person’s, feeling the smack of an embrace.
Hell, get a few drinks in him, and he even made out with his girlfriends because, quite frankly, they had some of the most fun lips.
Kissing Colton wasn’t on the agenda, though.
The urge had struck last night when he fucked him, when Colton whimpered and took Isaac’s cock obediently.
He seemed so perfect in the moment, and Isaac wanted to taste that perfection.
He wanted to swallow Colton’s voice, taste all of him.
But kissing came with feelings, with passion, with lust. Isaac kissed his boyfriends and his hookups in equal measure, but Colton wasn’t either.
Colton was here to serve; Colton was here to learn.
Colton was meant to feel as worthless as Isaac had felt when they were together in high school.
Kissing him now would only complicate and confuse matters.
“Open your mouth,” Isaac ordered.
Colton stretched his jaw as wide as he could and braced his hands at Isaac’s hips.
“Keep those at your sides.” Isaac glared, bringing his dick away from Colton’s mouth for a moment. It allowed him a wonderful view of those beautiful pouty lips. They were kissable and fuckable, but Isaac only intended to use them for one purpose.
Colton put his hands at his sides, even going a step above and pushing them under his back, subsequently pinning them so he wouldn’t be tempted. This would make Isaac’s morning face fuck even easier.
“You ready for this dick?”
When Colton went to answer, Isaac rammed his cock right into the jock’s mouth. The immediate struggle from the suddenness sent a primal heat through him. He rocked his hips back and forth, pounding against Colton’s face and stuffing his dick deeper into Colton’s tight throat.
Isaac got into a quick rhythm with Colton lying back on the bed. While Isaac forced his cock further into Colton’s throat, he noticed Colton’s legs kick a few times, his only sign of resistance as his gag reflex had nowhere to run from this angle.
Gravity and Isaac’s position helped get his cock all the way down Colton’s throat, where he went to work reaming it.
The pleasure that came from shoving in and out as Colton gagged and gurgled and choked on copious amounts of spit that soon spilled from his mouth ignited a fiery passion inside Isaac.
He could spend all day fucking Colton’s face, breaking in his throat to make it perfect, but he’d promised to be quick.
Isaac humped Colton’s face, savoring the sensation and groaning.
His balls slapped against Colton’s chin, barely contained by the fabric of Isaac’s boxers.
Part of him wanted to slip off his underwear, really let his balls smack Colton’s face as he fucked his mouth, but that would require him pulling his cock out of Colton’s mouth.
A seemingly impossible task now that Isaac had gotten into a perfect rhythm, feeling a warmth spread throughout his body as his dick pulsed more and more with each pump.
The weight of his body and the fast thrust of his hips made Colton’s eyes tear up, and Isaac loved the sight of those glossy green gems. They were locked on Isaac’s aggressive expression, one he let consume him as the primal need to own Colton consumed him.
“Yeah, baby.” Isaac rammed harder into the tight muscles of Colton’s throat. “You ready for this?”
Colton gurgled and continued taking Isaac’s cock.
“Answer me,” Isaac demanded, shoving his cock all the way to the base and holding it there.
Colton squirmed and writhed beneath Isaac, gasping on the fabric of the boxers and choking on the finely trimmed pubes. He couldn’t hold Isaac’s cock for much longer, but the angry goth didn’t let up.
“Answer me.” Isaac smacked Colton’s head and then tugged his hair. “Tell me how much you want my cum.”
“Uuuuuhhhhmmmm,” Colton barely managed.
The sheer satisfaction of watching him struggle to be so obedient sent a rush of pleasure through Isaac.
“Take my load,” Isaac said, pulling his cock back but keeping the head in Colton’s mouth. He stroked himself a few times, using the spit on his slick dick. “You want this cum, don’t you?”
Colton continued sucking on the head of Isaac’s cock, taking frantic, gasping breaths as he worked hard.
“Open your mouth, bitch.” Isaac growled, and Colton obeyed. “Tongue out.”
The instant Colton stuck his tongue out, the sight sent Isaac over the edge, and he shot three powerful jets of cum into Colton’s beautiful used mouth.
“Swallow it,” Isaac panted with a fiery command, and again, Colton obeyed.
The exhausted look on his face, coupled with the loud gulp as he ate Isaac’s cum sent a whole new rush through Isaac as he continued stroking himself.
He twitched and released his fourth and final shot; it missed Colton’s mouth, but the landing was somehow even better.
It splattered in the corner of his eye, which made the jock hold them both closed.
Isaac took his cock and rubbed it against Colton’s face, pressing the head against Colton’s eye and smearing the cum down the jock’s cheek.
“You are a fucking sight to behold.” Isaac slipped off Colton’s chest and let the jock lay there, taking heavy breaths now that he finally could.
“Can you get me a towel or something?”
“In a minute.” Isaac sparked a smoke and made Colton lay on the bed, with his flushed face covered in spit and cum.
After his smoke, Isaac retrieved a towel and gently wiped down Colton’s face. Isaac sat close to Colton, too close. When the jock opened his eyes, he had this vexing expression of gratitude.
“You should get going,” Isaac said before Colton could speak, before he could utter a pointless ‘thank you’ as if Isaac deserved such things. “It’s a long drive to Straight Arrow.”
“Yeah.” Colton nodded.
“Have fun with your time off.” Isaac’s cocky expression inferred he meant with classes and having his new submissive role in life.
“Are you going to be in town?” Colton asked, a softness to his voice. “Pretty sure our old haunts are still discreet if you wanna—”
“I have no intention of ever stepping foot in that town again,” Isaac interjected. “I set fire to all those bridges the day I graduated.”
“Of course.” Colton cast his gaze down, studying Isaac’s shaky leg. “If you need me to do anything or come back—”
“Relax.” Isaac pressed a hand to Colton’s shoulder. “Enjoy your break. We’ll have plenty of time once the spring semester kicks off.”
“What is this exactly?” There was a soft curiosity in Colton’s eyes.
Isaac had seen it last night, too. He’d railed Colton so hard he must’ve fucked some feelings into the jock.
That position of vulnerability, coupled with their sordid history, was doing Colton no favors when it came to seeing this for what it was.
It wasn’t doing Isaac any favors either.
Looking at the tiny tremble in Colton’s lower lip, Isaac lost himself in Colton’s pleading gaze.
Fuck, Isaac wanted to kiss him, to taste him, to say ‘fuck it’ to the arrangement they had and try to give this a real shot.
His younger self stalked from the shadows of his mind, reminding Isaac how much he’d always wanted to be with Colton, to really be with him, to hug him and hold him and love him.
To be equals together. To be intimate together.
But Isaac couldn’t have that. He’d used Colton last night, and there was no undoing the malice in his actions, no sating the hate that had seeped into his heart, no altering the wicked manipulation to get Colton in his bed.
“This is an arrangement where I fuck you and use you, and when I’m bored, I’ll release you.” Isaac stared at the stark realization crumbling Colton’s calm demeanor.
“Right, duh.” Colton quickly nodded. “It’s just like high school.”
“Exactly.” Isaac squeezed Colton’s shoulder tighter. “Except you’re the one taking it now.”
“Every which way.” Colton gave a weak laugh. “I should get going.”
“Be safe.” Isaac cringed at his well wishes and turned away before Colton could look at him.
Isaac waited until Colton left before returning to his bed, where he faceplanted onto the mattress and lay there until the sun went down. The anxiety of this whole arrangement sent his mind spiraling in a million different directions.
Thankfully, campus was damn near empty over winter break, and Isaac planned on using those long, lonely days to reflect on what he’d done, what he planned to continue doing, and most importantly, what he couldn’t allow to happen.
Isaac wouldn’t let old feelings fester, he wouldn’t let Colton’s golden boy charm worm its way into his heart.
He wouldn’t pine for the jock who’d already shattered his very being.
This was purely sex. Revenge. A twisted delight to get his rocks off and knock Colton down a peg. Several pegs.
Still, as he lay in bed, consumed by his thoughts, he found himself longing for the kiss he kept avoiding.
Isaac stroked himself hard at the idea of kissing Colton.
His fantasies shifted from forcing the jock to his knees, forcing him on all fours, to turning into something soft and sweet.
Rough sex danced at the edge of his fantasy as he jerked himself faster, but sweet kisses filled the images in his head, kind words, happy smiles, and suddenly Isaac was cumming harder than he had last night.
“Fucking hell,” Isaac huffed.
It seemed even with Colton giving Isaac everything he wanted, he couldn’t be happy.