Page 30 of Bend Him, Break Him

“You’re still salty over Trish?” Tim tsked. “Probably cause you’re busy licking Brandon’s nuts. You can tell him the same thing I did—I didn’t know they were together until we were already a thing.”

“Yet you kept going,” Devon hissed.

Tim turned his attention to Devon, and the two unpacked the entire argument from last year’s drama.

The biggest flaw and strength about Devon came from his conviction to take sides.

Last year, he didn’t care about Tim hooking up with some random girl dating a wrestler.

But when he suddenly became friends with the guy—after his bestie, Leon, introduced them—Devon became devoted to judging Tim at every turn.

Colton mostly hoped that Devon would move out when the year ended and just become a full-time cuck for Leon since he pretty much worshipped the prick already.

Since Devon had his lecturing face on and Tim responded to every comment with lewd quips about his dick, Colton took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed and head out without further discussion on who he may or may not be spending all his time with lately.

Colton got dressed up—like he usually did, looking his best, smelling his best, prepping his best—but he didn’t expect sex.

If Isaac intended on fucking him, he would’ve said so before inviting Colton.

It was something the jock learned early on in their arrangement, never assume something from Isaac because if you pivot left, he’d just weave right.

Still, when he arrived at Isaac’s and found him in his office chair with a headset on for a game that didn’t even have multi-player add-ons, he was perplexed.

“Where’s the other controller?” Colton plopped onto the bed, studying the dresser used as an entertainment center for the television and console.

“Gaming night is less a reward and more a punishment.” Isaac waved a single controller.

“Punishment? For what?”

“For being a naughty boy.”

Colton chuckled, laughing harder until Isaac’s glare didn’t relent.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Isaac continued. “You’ll be playing a supporting role since you’ve been using your solo study time to game behind my back, despite already providing you plenty of goofing around time in your schedule.”

“How’d you know?”

“I know everything. I’m a god, a demon, a psycho stalker.” Isaac shrugged. “You decide.”

“Studying is so boring, and I’m passing without the daily sessions.”

“With Cs,” Isaac hissed. “You could easily have As or Bs. But no, you wanna play some shoot ‘em up game, so I’m gonna see what all the fuss is about while you help support my efforts.”

“So, what is my punishment, oh great Isaac?”

“For starters, losing the attitude and gaining some humility.” Isaac spread his legs, directing Colton to meet him.

Motherfucker. Isaac was using a fantasy of Colton’s against him.

He’d mentioned on more than one occasion about having Isaac come over to help him cum when he was playing online.

The only reason he’d never done so was because that meant he had to actually let Isaac into his home, which his paranoid closeted mind still held a lot of reservations about.

“So, I’m just gonna suck you while you play?”

“Pretty much.” Isaac stroked Colton’s face. “If you do a good job, I might not remove your gaming time currently scheduled.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, I obviously have to update your schedule since you don’t believe in studying.” Isaac shrugged. “Another problem for another day, little pitcher.”

Colton quivered, hiding the eagerness because as much as this turned him on, it also really pissed him off. But in the hottest way, which only further frustrated Colton.

When he first took Isaac’s dick into his mouth, he did so reluctantly. Colton practically frowned as he bobbed his head up and down until he realized the hand he’d been dealt. Quite literally, in fact.

“Someone’s happy,” Isaac moaned at the changed enthusiasm from Colton.

Realizing the advantage he had and the opportunity he’d been given, Colton worked harder on Isaac’s cock, gripping his hips to keep Isaac seated in his chair and barely able to buck. Not that he made much effort with his attention split on the blowjob and the game.

With his hands busy, Isaac had to give full control to Colton.

It wasn’t much, but Isaac preferred to control every aspect of their relationship.

Even though this was a punishment for breaking Isaac’s tedious rules, he still gave Colton a reward.

And Isaac didn’t show offense to Colton’s devious edging when Isaac was in the midst of combat or the deep-throating efforts when Isaac was about to take aim at a target.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Goddamn, you’re an eager boy.”

The praise continued, and even though Isaac died more times than he could count, he clearly enjoyed his time with the game and Colton’s technique. Colton took satisfaction in controlling the pace of Isaac’s arousal, bringing him close before taking away his climax.

Colton had spent so much time swept up in Isaac’s schedule, routine, and servitude that he hadn’t even realized the lack of animosity on the field.

Some time ago, the players who backed Leon drifted from the ruthless pitcher who sought to steal Colton’s spotlight.

Now, Leon merely glared from the benches with only Devon, eagerly awaiting any opportunity the coach would offer him.

In the past, Colton would’ve asked for a sub after the seventh inning out of pity and hope not to cause more waves with Leon.

Now, he felt too powerful to step aside, too confident to serve someone else’s ego, which was ironic since that take-charge strength he found on the field came from surrendering all authority in the bedroom. Okay, in literally any location where Isaac sought to plunge his cock inside of Colton.

This was likely his best game to date. Sure, it wasn’t a championship, and they were all but guaranteed victory before stepping onto the field, but Colton threw more strikes than every game this season.

His batting landed a homerun. His team brought it together from start to finish without one argument, without one shady misstep, without anyone fighting for glory over each other.

The part that made the game better than any other he’d played was the cheer squad of friends from the GSA, accompanied by a reluctant Isaac who appeared bored yet studied every play.

After the game, Colton lingered on the field instead of going to the locker room. Isaac had requested he wait, so Colton did so obediently, even if every second he remained in the dugout sent a shiver of anxiety through him.

There was only one reason Isaac would ask Colton to stay, only one thing Isaac wanted from him here on the baseball field. While Colton would offer himself, it did feel like he was pressing his luck here of all places.

“You were amazing,” Isaac said, appearing from out of nowhere after everyone else had vanished and the evening sky started to take hold.

The sun had faded like it waited for Isaac’s command, too.

“Thank you.”

Colton took in Isaac’s sportsy getup for this game.

The GSA still rocked Colton’s player number, and Isaac’s untattooed arm had the phrase #PitcherStrong with a rainbow beside it which Jazz declared she’d make a trending hashtag before the year ended.

Colton didn’t need any more viral sensations right now.

And while they came to support Colton, the GSA hadn’t done their eyeshadow in school colors for this game.

Instead, they’d gone full-blown Pride with their makeup; Isaac wore rainbow eyeshadow on his left eye and a trans flag-colored eyeshadow on his right eye.

“What’s with the eyes?”

“Fuck all if I know. Jazz being Jazzy.” Isaac pointed to the rainbow on his left eye. “There’s more than one way to live the right life.”

“Because it’s on your left eye?” Colton nodded.

“Yeah, but then her other motto sort of undercuts the first message.” Isaac pointed to the trans flag colors on his right eye. “Living your truth is the right choice.”

“It’s cute.” Colton shrugged. “Maybe cuter without the play on words.”

“Agreed.” Isaac huffed, tugging on the straps of his suspenders which held up his baggy Tripp pants and accentuated his exposed stomach in the crop top long-sleeved shirt he wore.

Isaac always picked the most dramatic clothes, which Colton envied.

He wished he could be so bold, dress so provocatively.

If he wanted to show off skin, the best he could do was go shirtless to the gym or on a run.

Maybe he could pull off short shorts in the right conditions.

But he felt weird being so free in his style, unlike Isaac, who dressed like a slutty grim reaper most days.

“Three guesses on why you’re slowly leading us off the field and toward the dugout.” Colton pursed his lips a little, suggestive and flirty and all but saying he was okay with it. Albeit a bit nervous. Okay, a lot nervous.

“What could I possibly want, little pitcher?” Isaac grinned. “Well, not-so-little pitcher.”

Colton rolled his eyes as he led Isaac through the opening in the fence and into the dugout.

“I think what I want is to see that winning pitcher in action.” Isaac’s grin widened, and Colton’s thoughts twisted into all kinds of bizarre fantasies. “I wanna see that take charge attitude you unleash on the field.”

Isaac bit his lower lip, playing with his piercing and teasing Colton with an unreadable expression.

There was no way Isaac was suggesting what Colton thought, what he never dreamed of wondering, what he’d given up considering in their relationship.

Well, relationship wasn’t the right word.

Colton suspected there wasn’t a correct word, not one he liked.

Honestly, Colton had stopped wanting to top, to take charge, to assert himself. This new submission kept him enticed more and more, and while the idea of railing Isaac did cross his mind on the rare occasion, it was a fleeting fantasy.