Page 26 of Bend Him, Break Him
“If he does, he’s made no move with them after months.” Colton shrugged. “Releasing a vid like that after we won The College World Series would’ve been a huge blow to my career.”
“Pun intended.”
“Huh?” Colton stared, either not realizing the humor in the comment or registering what a pun was. “Besides, it’s not like he could post the tape on his news site. They’re all professional and shit. It would’ve just been leaked online. No profit for the guy.”
“People can still be vindictive for the sake of hurting someone else.”
“I think that chapter of my life is done.” Colton sighed. “Now, the fallout to it? That’s like a whole textbook.”
Isaac dropped the tape and let Colton convince him there was nothing more to be done about it. However, he made a mental note to double-check with the reporter by having a conversation in the same vein as his chitchat with William’s face.
A realization struck Isaac, and the guilt for his own actions began to eat away at him.
William convinced himself what he did to Colton was acceptable because he was a closeted jerk.
The reporter probably convinced himself it was acceptable because he’d transform Colton into a queer role model for athletes.
And what had Isaac done to convince himself that blackmailing Colton was acceptable?
“Fucking A.” Isaac rushed over to his laptop and logged into the system, searching his files, his backups, and his professor’s cloud storage.
“What’re you doing?”
“The right thing too little and too late.” Isaac deleted his leverage. “Your essay is gone.”
“What?” Colton seemed taken aback.
“I removed it from Howard’s cloud saves; it’s a mess of ten years’ worth of papers from countless courses.
No one’s gonna go looking for some silly old final.
” Isaac stood from his seat and rushed to the other side of the room.
“I also wiped out my backups, my email drafts, and everything on my computer.”
He tossed Colton a flash drive, then unlocked a metal box tucked under his bed.
Inside were a handful of things he missed from his old life, gifts and mementos, other things he was too weak to let go of but refused to see as a daily reminder to the family he cut ties with.
Folded among the mess was Colton’s essay.
Isaac kicked the box back under the bed, lit a cigarette, and stood close to the window. Using his lighter, he ignited the printed essay.
“What the hell, Isaac?”
“Don’t worry. Not gonna set off any alarms.” Especially since Isaac had learned to discreetly tamper with the smoke detectors in his room years ago.
Isaac dropped the essay in a nearby metal trash bin, letting it burn to ash along with the tissues and other junk already in the small can.
“You’re free.”
“Wait, what?”
“You’re literally holding the only evidence of your cheating essay.” Isaac gestured to the flash drive. “Break it. Burn it. Whatever. We’re done.”
“The semester’s just beginning.”
“I know. And I can’t undo what I’ve already done, but I can give you back something.
” Isaac took deep drags off his cigarette, hoping the nauseous feeling came from too many quick inhales and not the festering guilt clawing at him.
“If you want to keep attending GSA, I can drop the club. You seem to like it. And first thing Monday, I’m gonna tell Howard I need my TA courses swapped.
I’d leave campus altogether, but that’s not really possible right now. ”
“What are you going on about?”
“You won’t have to see me.” Isaac’s heart hammered in his chest; each beat a heavy acknowledgment of what he’d done. What he craved. What he’d continue to do if William hadn’t unknowingly held up a mirror to Isaac’s face, showing him how much of a monster he was too.
“I don’t want you disappearing—that wasn’t the arrangement.”
“We don’t have an arrangement anymore.” Isaac stubbed out his cigarette. “You’re free.”
“No.” Colton’s voice went low, gravellier than usual. “You don’t disappear on me again.”
Again . Damn, that hit Isaac hard. Not that he’d chosen to vanish, but Colton’s actions, his role in something so devastating, left Isaac broken and needing to hide.
Those horrors seemed so far away now, not forgotten.
If Isaac closed his eyes for too long, he’d feel every hit from the jocks as crisply as he did the day they cornered him in the custodian’s closet.
The shame and embarrassment burned inside him, as fresh and mortifying as the day they swung open the door, chased him in the halls, took pictures of him for all to see.
“This was stupid and fucked up and wrong and twisted and—”
“And I don’t want it to stop.” Colton grabbed Isaac’s head, wrapping his hands on either side and forcing their eye contact. There was a desperate hunger in Colton’s green eyes, a longing in his expression, and a tremble in his body.
Isaac craved him, craved this, but he knew this path led to Hell.
“Just because I don’t have a hand to use against you doesn’t change things.
” Isaac wheezed, fighting back his shaky words to appear strong.
The idea of being vulnerable around Colton was more frightening than a thousand memories of abuse and harassment and bullying.
“I will still be in charge. I will still be the priority. You will only be here to serve.”
“I know.”
Isaac didn’t know if he’d unlocked some curious hungry sub hidden beneath the masculine ego Colton wore all day or if the jock still clung to the guilt of his actions in high school and used this as a tool to apologize.
It didn’t matter; Isaac wouldn’t let it matter. Ever.
“I’ll fuck you,” Isaac said, leaning closer so his lips nearly pressed to Colton’s. “I’ll use you, keep bending you over to my satisfaction.”
Colton’s hands fell away, and he shivered as Isaac’s teeth grazed his neck. The quiver in Colton sent a spark of desire through Isaac.
“But you need to understand, I will never forgive you.” Isaac bit down on Colton’s neck and ran his hands over the jock’s strong muscles. “I will never acknowledge you as anything more than someone for me to fuck and use.”
“I understand.” Colton trembled, taking desperately shallow breaths to keep himself calm.
“Are you okay being meaningless to me? Serving me? Existing only for my pleasure?”
“Yes,” Colton said with a breathy whisper.
That was all Isaac needed. He spun Colton around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him onto the mattress.
Staring at his beautiful bare ass, Isaac palmed at his firm glutes, rubbing his hands down around Colton’s thighs but keeping the pants where they were.
He rather enjoyed how confined they kept Colton.
It took everything Isaac had to pause and retrieve a bottle of lube before pulling his own pants down, but he managed, and Colton remained obediently bent over the bed on his hands with his ass exposed.
Isaac slapped his cock between Colton’s cheeks, grinding up and down, savoring the skin-to-skin touch, the warmth of Colton’s ass. When he pressed the head against Colton’s hole, he stifled a startled moan.
Instead of pushing in with a sudden and painful thrust, Isaac lubed his dick and Colton’s ass, rubbing his cock up and down the crack.
He enjoyed the easy gratification of stroking his cock between Colton’s cheeks without entering him, teasing the jock, making him yearn for the return of such a brutal fuck.
“I’m ready.” Colton’s hands gripped the comforter of the bed, and he did his best to arch more.
“This isn’t about you, little pitcher.” Isaac smirked at the growl that brought out of Colton.
After grinding against Colton’s cheeks until his dick pulsed, Isaac finally thrust into the tight jock’s ass.
He shoved in as deep as he could with a powerful grunt, not taking his time to push the inches in a bit at a time as he had their first night.
Colton screamed, stifling the noise with a terrible groan as he buried his face into the mattress.
“Relax.” Isaac gently scratched Colton’s back, trailing his fingers up each column in a soothing manner. He worked his way up to Colton’s shoulders and all the way to the dimples on the small of Colton’s back. “This is what you wanted.”
Colton lifted his head, taking heavy, forced breaths through his nose as he ground his teeth.
Every muscle of his body flexed tight, inviting Isaac to wrap around him even more.
Isaac wanted to feel Colton quiver and surrender to the pain, to the pleasure, to the man in charge of him. Submit to Isaac.
Oh, how the flexed muscles across Colton’s back aroused Isaac even more as he calmed his stressed sub, eliciting more rushed thrusts as he found a new home for his cock.
Colton dropped his head again, grunting loudly with each slap of skin from Isaac’s rough pounding at the jock’s rear.
“Don’t.” Isaac yanked his hair. “I wanna hear everything.”
Isaac railed Colton, fast, brutal pumps from tip to base, finding an ecstatic rhythm that brought him close to climaxing almost immediately.
He leaned forward, placing his knees on the bed and saddling on top of Colton as he pushed the jock’s back further down into an arch.
With his weight pressing down on Colton, he adjusted his pace, taking shorter, quicker thrusts.
“Lift your ass,” Isaac demanded, watching Colton struggle to reposition.
It didn’t help Colton was still constrained by his pants and now had the full weight of Isaac pressing down on him as he pushed in deeper, still thrusting while Colton obeyed.
Colton’s face became muffled again as he worked, adjusting his body so Isaac could ram him at an almost ninety-degree angle.