Page 22 of Bend Him, Break Him

Isaac had gone into this arrangement expecting to play head games with Colton.

Instead, he found himself avoiding the irksome jock since their make-out session at the end of winter break.

It was a busy first week of classes, anyway.

Plus, Colton needed to adjust to his schedule.

Not that Isaac should care. He didn’t. It was a convenience factor only.

Isaac glared up at Colton, who sat in the same seat as last semester, with the same group of jocks and the same bored expression as the lecture went in one ear and out the other. He and his friends chatted during the lecture, quietly for a change, but still absurd.

When he looked up again, Colton had this cocky smoldering expression that matched the flirty emoji he sent next. It was infuriating.

Which was true since Colton had started classes and baseball training—not that he or his teammates paid much attention in class. Or any class, Isaac wagered.

However, since Colton wanted to get frisky and flirty and frustrate Isaac, he decided to put an end to his considerations and remind Colton of the purpose behind their arrangement.

Professor Howard wrapped up her lecture and dismissed the class before heading out quicker than the students so she could take advantage of her lunch break. Isaac didn’t need to rush, and he didn’t want to. According to his schedule, this was the perfect time to speak with Colton.

“Hey, Colton, hang back for a bit.”

Colton and his team paused. Colton was likely waiting for a reason—a plausible reason—he needed to hang back, and the teammates simply seemed curious why some prick TA was hassling one of them.

“Damn, man, those queer kids still riding your dick? He’s not a mascot, you know?” Leon side-eyed Isaac with a playful smile but a menacing gaze. One Isaac had become quite familiar with in high school.

He gulped, only catching himself after the long-forgotten habit.

A little action that used to help him swallow his words and hide his fear when bullies approached, which was a daily occurrence.

Isaac knew what would happen next. Colton would save face like he’d always done when Isaac was stupid enough to talk to him in public.

Colton would likely say something insulting, offensive, and degrading.

The only difference between then and now was at least Isaac could scold Colton for his behavior when they were alone.

Which clearly wouldn’t be now, based on Colton’s wide-eyed stare.

“I’ll catch up with you,” Colton said, waving off Leon and the other players. “Like everyone else, GSA loves a star pitcher.”

Leon lingered a bit longer than the others, eyeing Colton as if he were evaluating him—the sincerity in his jovial voice, the free nature of his body language. Isaac’s anxiousness quickly twisted back to anger the longer Leon looked Colton over.

“You say star like you’re the only one on the team.” Leon grinned, phony and twitchy to fight back a frown. “I’m a great pitcher, too. Though, not the kind this lot’s looking for.”

Leon nodded at Isaac, who bared his teeth in response. Colton merely laughed off the joke, adding his own gay baseball humor onto Leon’s cutting comment.

When Leon finally left and the rest of the class cleared out, Isaac led Colton out into the empty hallway for a private discussion.

“Why do you always do that?” Isaac snapped.

“Do what?”

“Play pretend when someone’s insulting you. Right to your face, in fact.”

“Because unlike you, I learned a long time ago that life’s a lot easier if you don’t make everyone an enemy.”

“And unlike you, I learned life’s a lot easier if you stop treating enemies like friends.” Isaac glowered. “That douchebag pitcher needs his teeth knocked out.”

“Leon’s an acquired taste for sure.” Colton sighed. “But he’s got it out for me, and it’s better to play along than start an outright feud.”

Colton explained the complications he dealt with as Isaac led him down the hallway.

He revealed how his seemingly starlit spot on the baseball team was quite precarious, given his disciplinary issues, struggling grades, and homophobic teammates who bucked against his position.

Sure, many supported him, but it only took a few complaints to make waves.

Leon led the tug-of-war for starting pitcher, for star player, for everyone’s favorite MVP.

Isaac lost focus while listening to the explanations, almost forgetting where he intended to lead Colton until they reached a four-way intersection near some elevators.

“Now you see why essays and assignments aren’t at the top of my to-do list.” Colton wiggled his eyebrows, being cute, which didn’t work on Isaac.

“Maybe if you spent more time studying, you’d have a better solution to deal with your enemies.”

“Ooooooh.” Colton smirked. “Is that why you’re so crafty with your punishments?”

“You wanna see punishment?” Isaac stepped closer, removing any distance between him and Colton.

The near embrace almost made Colton fall back against the wall. He might be out, but he didn’t do PDA with guys, especially guys like Isaac.

“Meet me in the bathroom, last stall.”

“What?”

“I need some relief, and honestly, you need a lesson on what happens when you run your mouth during class.”

“Here?” Colton shook his head to protest.

“You think I’m gonna drag you back to my dorm room every time I wanna plow you?” Isaac’s icy blue eyes locked onto Colton. “Did you take me back to your place every time I sucked your dick?”

“No, I never brought you…” Colton paused, frantically checking over his shoulder for anyone approaching, but there was no one around—Isaac knew that much at this time of day. “This isn’t high school. We can’t just mess around behind the bleachers or in an empty locker room or my car.”

“Why not?” Isaac pressed himself against Colton, relishing the heavy beat of the nervous jock’s heart. “From what I’ve gathered, alpha stud baseball star fucks around wherever he feels like swinging his bat.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?” Isaac batted his eyes, tempting Colton to confirm his apprehension for public play. “Please explain how me fucking your throat in the bathroom is different from you getting sucked off in a locker room.”

“Well, for starters, you already know I have an issue with public indecency.” Colton huffed. “The rumors are true. I got caught getting a blowjob, and it nearly ruined me. You know, you can get arrested for that kind of stuff.”

Isaac tsked. “Not if we’re careful.”

Colton’s Adam’s apple bulged as he swallowed hard.

“Come on.” Isaac led the way, knowing Colton would linger and check the halls a dozen times over before meeting him in the bathroom.

Standing in the last stall of the empty bathroom, Isaac unfastened his belt.

Colton trembled a bit when he stepped inside, looking over his shoulder at the sliver of visibility around the stall door.

Barely an inch of space, and given the lack of lighting at the far end of the bathroom, the two of them stood in mostly darkness with minimal lighting reaching them.

“Relax.” Isaac patted Colton’s shoulder and guided him to his knees where he wanted the jock.

Colton gulped, then reached out to quickly whip out Isaac’s cock.

Isaac grinned, more entertained than pleasured once Colton got to work on sucking his cock.

The trepidation oozing off Colton was a familiar one.

The jock had stood in a bathroom stall with his dick out at least two dozen times for Isaac to polish his knob during the school day, but this was a first for him.

Here Colton was, on his knees, bobbing his head, and using every new trick he’d acquired to get Isaac off.

It was a quick and sloppy blowjob involving lots of hand work on Colton’s part since he had trouble taking in all of Isaac’s massive dick.

Isaac contributed this to Colton’s anxiety, recalling how his nervousness in the beginning had played a role in the quality of his own performance.

In the woods, Isaac could swallow Colton’s cock to the base.

But when he slipped into a bathroom or the boy’s locker room after practice, he’d gag halfway down.

From this angle, in this location, Isaac didn’t want to attempt ramming his cock too deep, too fast. Colton would choke for sure, and without the bed to hold him in place… Well, Isaac imagined more work on his part.

“You’re doing great.” Isaac ran his fingers through Colton’s hair, gentle and encouraging and helping to push his head down just a bit further every time.

Colton’s face turned red as he worked harder, focusing purely on the task of bringing Isaac off. That determination more than the act itself brought Isaac closer and closer.

“Let me take over.” Isaac wrapped his hands around the sides of Colton’s head, practically gripping the jock’s ears.

Colton didn’t respond but gave an understanding look up. He dropped his hand that had been working the base of Isaac’s dick.

With full control, Isaac slammed his dick in and out of Colton’s mouth.

Only the first half, but damn did it feel great to slide against the roof of Colton’s mouth before hitting the back of his throat for just a second or two.

The jock gagged, drooling immediately from the rough thrusts.

His eyes scanned the door, anxious his noise would draw in an audience.

The tremble in Colton’s body only worked to further entice Isaac.

He could savor this experience all day, edge himself on Colton’s tight throat muscles and keep this going.

Instead, he plunged his cock as far back as possible, holding a relenting Colton’s head in place until his dick pulsed.

Isaac sucked his teeth to hold back the shiver of delight.

He pulled his cock out of Colton’s mouth and gave it a few quick tugs before it twitched, and he shot his load all over Colton’s face.

“Rude.”