Page 20 of Bend Him, Break Him

He debated adding an emoji but decided against it. The play on words made him giggle. Colton wasn’t the best at innuendos, so when he thought of one, a bit of immature pride filled him. It wasn’t much, but that little joke helped lighten the mood between them, at least for Colton, anyway.

He waited half the night, expecting Isaac to send some type of follow-up message or perhaps a horny late-night change of heart on Colton’s offer to come over.

After two hours of being left on read, Colton told himself when Isaac sent the desperate message looking to get off, he’d ignore the text and let the dickhead suffer.

All the same, he remained glued to his phone, awaiting a message that never came until he finally passed out late in the night.

The next day, he got ready as best he could, trying to look good.

Why was he wasting his time trying to look good?

Isaac wouldn’t care, and if he did, he wouldn’t show it.

Still, Colton spent extra time cleaning himself, used his favorite colognes, put more effort and product in his hair than usual, and changed outfits about five times before settling on a combo of the first and third attempts.

The walk across campus was quiet. Between the eerie silence and the crisp, cold air of January, Colton found himself more alert than usual.

He enjoyed the emptiness of campus and hoped he’d have a bit of time to wander and roam over the next few days before the bustle of thousands stampeding to and from started up again.

When Colton arrived at Isaac’s dorm, the grumpy goth greeted him with a surly frown.

“You’re late.”

“Traffic.” Colton shrugged, to which Isaac merely rolled his eyes and yawned.

Isaac appeared to have put in the opposite amount of effort into his attire, wearing an oversized hoodie that had been slashed to rip a jagged V cut neckline in front and shredded to cutoff like a crop top.

It exposed Isaac’s pale, muscular stomach.

The sparkle of his belly piercing and the detail of the twisted shark tooth smile tattooed on his lower stomach both drew Colton’s gaze.

The slight ab muscles poking out kept Colton’s attention.

While Isaac didn’t have nearly the same level of muscles as Colton, he did have a tight, firm form.

Isaac also wore a baggy pair of cartoon pajama pants, which hung low, exposing his flannel boxers.

They were bulky but still accentuated his butt.

For such a slender guy, Isaac had more of an ass than Colton remembered.

Not that he’d get to experience it, but his immediate thoughts did wander, especially since he knew where the day was leading.

“So, what’s on the agenda?” Colton asked, unable to bear silence for more than a minute, unlike Isaac, who would seemingly say nothing. “I mean, I’ve got an idea.”

“Don’t do that,” Isaac said, closing the door behind Colton and directing him toward the desk instead of the bed.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t have ideas or assumptions.”

“’Cause it’ll make an ass out of both of us?” Colton feigned a smile. “Here, I thought you wanted to make an ass out of me.”

“I’m not fucking you today,” Isaac said quite bluntly as he sat in a chair at his office desk and ushered Colton into the second seat.

“You know I got all shower fresh, even ate light considering.” Colton gestured, wanting some validation for his efforts.

“And this is why I say don’t make assumptions,” Isaac said. “Ask me for clarification, for instructions, but don’t waste your breath trying to gauge my thoughts.”

Colton huffed, giving Isaac a cold stare. Isaac returned the look, then cocked his head with a curious expression. He studied Colton’s body with unblinking eyes, which made the jock fold his arms over his chest as if that’d somehow hide him from Isaac’s intrusive gaze.

“You wanted to get fucked.”

“No.” Colton scoffed with as much bluster as he could manage. “I don’t wanna get fucked. I was just ready for it is all. Which you should be grateful for. Show some fucking gratitude. I’m playing the part you want me to.”

“Uh-huh.” Isaac’s face had this aloof, unconvinced quality. “You want my dick.”

Colton clenched his fists, stood tall, stood proud, like he hoped the sheer force in his stance could disprove Isaac’s belief.

“Makes it even better to deny my cock for the evening.” Isaac chuckled, his bored face transforming into a minxy grin. “Don’t worry. We’ll be screwing again soon enough. Just gotta set up a fuck fest routine for my cock hungry muscle bottom.”

Colton snarled at that, almost tempted to snatch Isaac by the collar.

As he moved, he saw Isaac’s foot press against the corner of the desk like he was bracing himself and ready for any potential outburst. That made Colton’s anger dissipate, made the shame of Isaac’s mockery fizzle out, only to be replaced by a different type of guilt.

Isaac’s immediate defenses, his paranoid processes, his ruthless tactics.

They all came to be because Colton broke him, allowed him to be beaten and bullied and belittled to such a degree, it nearly killed Isaac.

“Then why am I here if you don’t wanna fuck me?” Colton didn’t note the offended pitch in his voice until after he’d asked his question.

Why was he offended? He should be grateful. Last time Isaac piledrived his ass, Colton nearly broke down in tears. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about that orgasm. He’d jerked off every day over winter break, sometimes twice a day, and he couldn’t relive that experience, that explosive release.

“You’re here because I demanded it.” Isaac yanked Colton by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer so his breath hit the back of Colton’s ear and sent goosebumps trailing down his spine. “Sit.”

Colton obeyed, and Isaac released his grip.

“We need to set up some ground rules moving into the start of the semester.”

“You call, I come over, you cum.” Colton shrugged. “Seems pretty self-explanatory.”

“Well, well, well, looks like you can be taught.” Isaac trailed his fingers along Colton’s leg, teasing him or taunting him. Colton couldn’t determine which, and it was maddening. “There might be a good boy in you, after all.”

Colton quivered as Isaac’s touch ran further up his thigh, fingertips grazing the stiff bulge in his jeans. An erection he hadn’t expected but one that’d followed him since he left his campus apartment.

“Are you a good boy, Colt?” Isaac asked. His words slinked through the air, adding to the hot and bothered arousal that wouldn’t be sated tonight. At least according to Isaac and his lack of a mood.

“I’m a very good boy.” Colton moved forward, adding the same sultry flair to tease, to test, to tantalize.

The look in Isaac’s eyes came with a hunger—the same one he had beneath the anger and hatred, the same yearning as he fucked Colton.

“That so,” Isaac leaned closer, sliding his firm hand up Colton’s abs, then resting on his chest. “Then be a good boy and sit back and be quiet.”

With that, Isaac shoved Colton and turned his attention to the laptop like they hadn’t just had a moment. Apparently, they hadn’t. Another way for Isaac to toy with Colton’s mind, and he imagined most of the semester would go this way.

Colton didn’t respond, simply obeyed. Ultimately, he knew if Isaac said jump, he would.

There was something freeing and frightening about giving over control to Isaac.

Every second was like navigating how much shame he could endure while also opening him up to a level of comfort he’d never known.

Colton wished Isaac didn’t hate him so much, wished there was something more to this arrangement.

He wondered if Isaac felt this way when Colton used him for a daily release.

He wondered if this tension and trepidation crawling over his skin would change over the next five months.

Would it lessen? Would it get worse? Would he be lost to the lust by the end of the semester?

“Put in your student ID.” Isaac slid his laptop toward Colton.

“Why?”

“So, I can see your schedule.”

“Oh, I can pull it faster.” Colton retrieved his phone.

“Did I ask that?” Isaac glared. “You need to learn to listen. I didn’t say pull up your schedule. What did I say?”

Colton swallowed nervously.

“What did I tell you to do?”

Colton averted his gaze, looking at the floor. “To put in my student ID.”

“Then what should you be doing?”

Without further prompting, Colton typed in his information and pulled up his student dashboard so Isaac could review his schedule.

This was what ruined the tension between them.

Isaac’s disgust, which always seemed to rear its ugly head between their moments.

It’d happened since Colton came to Clinton University.

It’d happened since this arrangement began.

And it seemed no matter how Colton behaved, Isaac’s attitude wouldn’t change.

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to flip some of this around.”

“Wait, what?” A wave of nervousness washed over Colton. “You can’t just change my schedule. It’s important I follow a strict—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Isaac lifted the student handbook tucked within a stack of other books. “I reviewed all the academic probationary bullshit. They’re such cucks about their requirements to get off.”

“Huh?”

“Get off probation.” Isaac winked. “I’m just gonna rearrange some stuff so our schedules overlap a bit better. Plus, you have all this open and wasted time in the afternoons and evenings.”

“Baseball practice. I need that time.”

Isaac sucked his teeth. “Okay. Write down your times and stuff and whatever. Games. Things. Practice. Yada yada.”

Colton scribbled practice times. “Games vary, but I can pull up the schedule. I have an early one on my phone.”

“Text it to me.” Isaac tinkered with Colton’s classes, dropping two of them immediately.