Page 20 of Bend Him, Break Him
Getting into the swing of things, Colton even tilted his head with a twist every few times, creating a rhythm with his mouth. It felt nice and kept Isaac hard as a fucking rock, but it wouldn’t make him cum. Not now that he’d steadied his breathing and had gotten over the initial excitement of owning Colton’s mouth.
“Look at you working so hard on my dick.” Isaac stroked Colton’s hair. “Use your hand.”
Colton obeyed, gently running his hand up and down Isaac’s shaft, even licking his palm to help make the tugs slick.
“Play with the head,” Isaac instructed with a growl.
Colton did as he was asked, teasing the head and rotating his tongue round and round the nerves while he used his hand to stroke the rest of Isaac’s massive dick. With his other hand, Colton moved the baggy shirt up some, as it hung low and practically draped around Isaac’s dick. Isaac decided to offer assistance and raised his shirt up, tugging it over his head but leaving it wrapped around his shoulders. It fully exposed his pale, tattooed skin and the hair trailing from his crotch, a strip up his muscular stomach and spread across his chest.
The light chest hair wasn’t very visible, not with the tattoo he’d gotten. While the flames lining Isaac’s neck were always noticeable, the phoenix he’d gotten went mostly unseen. Very few ever saw Isaac nude or even shirtless. The majestic wings spread across Isaac’s firm pecs—nowhere near Colton’s level of fitness, but still, something notable. The bird’s flames burned in several shades of yellow, orange, red, and blue.
Colton didn’t seem to notice the awesome tattoo, not from his current vantage point. He kept working on his task, sucking Isaac off, while his eyes seemed a little lost on the only tattoo he could glimpse from his knees with his vision locked straight ahead as his head bobbed back and forth.
The tattoo of a razor-toothed smile that stretched from one side of Isaac’s stomach to the next, tucked neatly below his belly button, gave Colton reason to pause. It was an eerie tattoo, something like the Cheshire Cat’s smile but more shark-like. Or perhaps the shimmer of Isaac’s belly button piercing threw Colton off, given his obsession with masculinity. Isaac couldn’t decide, but with a hard thrust, he encouraged Colton to get back to work.
“You’re doing so good.” Isaac ran his hands through Colton’s hair, taking pleasure in the soft strands before snatching a firm fistful of the black locks and pushing his head further down. “Come on. You got this.”
Isaac groaned when his dick hit the back of Colton’s throat.
“Ah, fuck.” Isaac panted with delight as Colton gagged and gurgled. “Just like that. Hold it.”
Isaac wrapped a hand under Colton’s jaw and moved the other to the back of his head. With the solid grip he had over Colton, Isaac was able to further fuck Colton’s face, keeping him in place all the while. Isaac became increasingly more aggressive with each thrust, lost in the ecstasy of ramming his cock in and out of Colton’s throat.
Fuck, Colton’s choking gasps as he held Isaac’s dick deep in his throat brought such satisfaction. Keeping a firm hold on the jock’s head, Isaac bucked his hips forward, trying to push the last few inches of his dick into his mouth.
Colton grabbed the belt loops of Isaac’s baggy jeans and braced his hands against Isaac’s thighs, doing his best to steady the chaotic rhythm that beat against his mouth and throat. It didn’t lessen Isaac; in fact, it further encouraged him to fuck Colton’s face harder.
“Stop trying to run from it, dude.” Isaac stepped closer, eliminating the tiniest of gaps between himself and Colton, his pants practically wiping away the drool running down Colton’s face. “That’s it. That’s it. Fucking take it. Take it just like that. Fuck yeah.”
Isaac pushed Colton all the way to the base, holding him in place until Colton gagged and gasped and broke free for desperate breaths.
“Sorry, sorry.” Colton wheezed, sucking in more air and wiping the tears filling his eyes. “Gimme a second.”
Isaac didn’t rush him, content to wait, enjoying the sight of Colton struggling so much. Each breath gave way to the sweat building on the brow of Colton’s face. The tension in his strong muscles had a tired tremble; they’d do nothing to help the jock in this moment. Colton looked up to Isaac, teary-eyed stare begging for an end but ready to continue.
When Colton returned to his cock, the jock went slowly but somewhat directionless, almost as if he waited for Isaac’s controlling grip once again. Isaac slapped his hands over Colton’s head and rammed his cock further, happy the jock didn’t resist. Colton even tilted his head upward, trying to make it easier for Isaac to push deeper.
“That’s right, baby.” Isaac thrust his hips, getting back into a steady flow like he had before the pause. “Choke on it. All of it. Now.”
Colton’s face turned red as his lips brushed against Isaac’s brown pubes. Isaac held his head there, savoring each second before releasing Colton, who stole a few more breaths while stroking Isaac’s cock and then slowly taking it back in. This pattern continued for a minute or so, Colton going to the base for a few seconds, slobbering on the cock, retreating, breathing, stroking, playing with the head, and repeating.
“Come on, Colt,” Isaac growled. “Fucking take it. All the way. You’re gonna remember this dick forever. You’re gonna taste it in your mouth all winter break.”
Colton struggled, trying his best from what Isaac could see but faltering. Filled with a primal urge of encouragement, Isaac smacked Colton’s face. It wasn’t very hard but enough to startle him as his eyes shot open wider.
“All the way, now.” Isaac popped Colton again, a light pelt that made Colton work harder. Still, he pulled back instinctively, clearly controlled by his gag reflex when he needed to realize he was controlled by Isaac. With a third and fourth smack, Colton forced the cock further into his mouth. With the fifth and sixth, he held it there. The next few smacks were Isaac’s way of expressing pride, similar to a pat on the back, but instead, he popped Colton’s cheek. “Fucking take all of my dick, dude.”
Colton gurgled his protests, coughing up spit and moaning miserably as he held Isaac’s cock. It took everything he had not to retch. Isaac could tell as he looked down at Colton’s watering eyes. He could tell from the jock’s shaky hands squeezing Isaac’s hips to hold himself in place. Every instinct in Colton’s body appeared ready to lunge back and retreat from the cock pressing down on his throat, but he held himself still and even tried to push the last few inches in.
Isaac smirked at the poor attempt to deep-throat his massive dick.
“Good boy.” Isaac wiped the stray tears from Colton’s face and brought his gaze up to him. “I’ll take it from here.”
Colton had the most vulnerable and pleading expression as he stared up with his glossy green eyes.
“Just sit there and look pretty while I wreck you.”
Isaac savored that expression as he fucked Colton’s face, pulling his cock out far enough for the jock to steal a breath before ramming it all the way back in as far as he could. It took work, jackhammering his dick into Colton’s mouth over and over as the jock’s body wriggled and writhed while he remained as still as possible on his knees. Isaac gripped Colton’s hair tightly, holding him in place as he face fucked him faster and harder and rougher.
