Page 5 of Bend Him, Break Him

Isaac drowned out Colton’s grating voice by focusing on the stack of essays he needed to get through.

Professor Howard had been kind enough to place Colton’s essay among the set Isaac had to grade.

She didn’t need the story or want it, but she did spiteful as well as the next person and made room for Isaac’s vindictive nature so long as he didn’t cross the line.

Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman who understood the need for petty vengeance and justified suffering.

Screwing with Colton in the form of grading him too severely wasn’t much in terms of revenge, but it helped make the semester more bearable for Isaac. If he had to endure the absolute worst person in the world, then at least he could make Colton’s life miserable, too.

“…and admittedly, last year got away from me,” Colton said with a boyish chuckle, the kind that made everyone in the room join in for a laugh, too. “But it was a learning experience for sure. That’s why I’ve tried putting my best foot forward this year.”

Isaac scoffed. As if Colton had ever made a genuine effort with his academics.

He used to threaten Isaac in middle school to help him on assignments, or he’d kick his ass.

It was more of the same in high school, using his alpha meathead ego to knock Isaac around while simultaneously keeping the creepy goth kid close to him.

With a purpose, of course. The threats of kicking Isaac’s ass eventually shifted to promises to pound it instead.

They’d never gotten past oral before Colton broke things off. Maybe Isaac had broken them off. It was difficult to know for sure who officially ended the arrangement, only that after what Colton did, Isaac never wanted him back.

“Let me just say that while you’re searching for yourself, don’t let your grades slip,” Colton said, reluctantly drawing Isaac’s attention. “Trust me, it’s an exhausting mountain to climb when you find yourself on academic probation.”

Colton’s grades suffered because he was lazy and used to other people handling his work.

People like Isaac. And while keeping Colton’s semester grade at a C- offered Isaac pleasure, he knew in the end he’d have to let Colton pass and maintain his academic standing.

It was satisfying watching Colton squirm in class, always so frustrated by the red ink Isaac covered his papers in but unable to argue the need for improvement.

But Isaac didn’t have any intention of pushing to fail Colton; he knew if the guy appealed it with the academic panel, they’d question the lower curve Isaac had thrown on his scores.

Isaac didn’t need to lose his TA position or any of his grant money for misconduct, but he deserved to get a bit of revenge, all things considered.

Since drowning out Colton seemed utterly impossible, Isaac decided to take a look at the jock’s final essay. Hope that he’d turn in something dreadful quickly washed away when he spotted how clean and composed the introduction paragraph was written.

“Impossible,” Isaac muttered, biting his pen and retrieving his laptop.

No way, absolutely no way possible, could Colton write such a well-crafted essay. It had to be plagiarized. He went to Howard’s digital classroom and grabbed Colton’s emailed essay to run through a plagiarism checker all the professors utilized.

Nothing. Not a goddamn thing aside from the standard ten percent of quoted materials, which didn’t count since Colton had cited them all correctly. Well, all except for two. They were even in a different font from the others.

It was like Colton had grabbed a good essay and added a few last-minute touches to prove he used relevant on-campus sources in his evidence. The other sources seemed dated yet familiar.

“Reflecting on last year, how do you feel being out now versus when your story first broke?” a GSA member asked. “Obviously, the choice was taken from you, but now that you have time to reflect on it, do you feel better being yourself?”

“Whoa, that’s a hard one.” Colton braced against the podium like he might end up swept away by a tornado. “That’s what she said.”

The silly joke brought cheap laughs and gave Colton a minute to compose his response.

“Being outed is definitely not the way I wanted to come out, but then again, I never really planned on coming out,” Colton explained, a sad half smile on his face while he pondered his next words.

“It forced me to really reflect on the type of person I was before being honest with myself and the world. I look back on the jerk I was and cringe.”

Colton paused at that, a playful expression to show how much he hated looking back at his brutish former self. Isaac hated who Colton used to be, too. Hated him with a passion.

“But every misstep got me to this point, and my hope is now that I’m here and queer,” Colton said with a laugh that brought out more laughter from the audience.

“My hope is that I can start taking the right steps, that I can continue growing and help others grow into themselves whenever they’re ready. ”

Isaac tsked while all the GSA members swooned for Colton’s bravery like tragic little sycophants hoping to carve their way into the jock’s life.

Isaac couldn’t help but wonder how much respect folks would lose if they knew the truth about Colton. Oh yeah, tons of heteronormative queers were pricks and bullies before they finally came out of the closet, but Colton took things to a whole other level.

If they knew what Colton had done to Isaac back in high school, would they still clamor over his every word?

Or would they even care? What was in the past was in the past, after all.

And Isaac knew all too well how no one at his school had cared what happened; no one in his town, not even his family, offered more than backhanded pity.

Everyone blamed Isaac, accused him of acting out and buying into the obvious lies he’d done this for attention. It was easier than supporting him.

Isaac rolled his eyes up to the ceiling to fight back the tears as the horrifying memory surfaced. It took work to keep himself composed on the outside as he fought a battle with his mind.

Isaac had hated Colton for years. He’d spent most of his youth being teased by Colton and his friends.

Then, when everyone found out Isaac was gay, the teasing turned into hateful bullying.

Colton was the worst about it until junior year.

Something in Colton changed, but not really.

Colton followed Isaac on his walk home so closely that Isaac was convinced Colton planned to jump him when he cut through the woods.

Colton had stalked closer, shoved Isaac against a tree, and went to kiss him. It was the most startling almost in Isaac’s life. Colton couldn’t bring his lips to meet Isaac’s; instead, he’d buried his face in the crook of Isaac’s neck and grinded against him.

“You like this, don’t you?” Colton panted and pressed his body harder, rippling muscles working Isaac over as the hard bark of a tree clawed at his back. “You want me?”

Isaac nodded, unable to speak.

When Colton whipped out his dick, Isaac didn’t even hesitate. He started stroking the jock immediately.

“On your fucking knees.” Colton’s firm hand pushed down on Isaac’s shoulder, and he obediently dropped down.

He’d never done anything with anyone up until that point, but he sucked Colton off until he shot his load in Isaac’s mouth.

Isaac could still recall how it felt to choke on Colton’s cock.

Day after day, he serviced him, talked with him briefly before and after, and in some foolish idiocy, Isaac convinced himself there was something between them.

The only thing between Isaac and Colton was cum.

Colton’s cum to be clear. He wanted a mouth to use and a throat to abuse, and Isaac willingly took his dick day after day for the better part of the school year without complaint or expectations.

Isaac refused to see this arrangement for what it was, refused to believe he was just an easy lay meant to suck the star pitcher’s cock when it was convenient for Colton.

At the time, Isaac hadn’t realized how much happier he appeared even when being used as a personal cum dumpster for the guy he liked, by the bully who had a secret soft spot for him. It blinded Isaac to the threats and dangers surrounding him.

At a young age, Isaac had learned to be hyper-aware of the dangers other people presented.

Years of taunting, teasing, harassing, mockery, and assault had taught Isaac to always stay vigilant.

Colton had washed away those securities.

Colton’s cock had left Isaac drunk on lust and lost in fantasies of what might be. What would never be.

When Colton invited Isaac into the custodian closet during school, Isaac prepared for another brutal face fucking, eagerly hoping this would be the one that led to something more.

This would be the one where Colton finally kissed him afterward.

Maybe this would be the one that made Colton realize he wanted more than a secret relationship; maybe he’d finally see Isaac as someone worth showing off and coming out for.

Isaac knew he was a delusional fool for such fantasies, but they kept him happy every time he dropped to his knees to take Colton’s cock.

There was no blowjob that day, though. Colton craved something more.

Alone in the closet away from the world, Colton caressed Isaac in a way he rarely did, in a way that sparked Isaac’s desires until all logic fell away.

When Colton demanded Isaac strip, he obeyed, standing stark naked and ready to please Colton in any way he could.

After five months, Isaac believed they were going to finally take the next step.

But it wasn’t pleasure Colton craved—it was control, humiliation, and destruction.