Page 24 of Bend Him, Break Him
“What? That’s like a sports pun.” Isaac waved the blue dildo, pointing it at Colton. “You’re sportsy, right, little pitcher?”
“Don’t call me that,” Colton snapped.
“Not an accurate name, anyway.” Isaac’s eyes looked down.
“Ha, you’re so fucking funny.” Colton’s face burned.
“What?” Isaac asked as he slowly pushed the dildo inside of Colton.
Now, his face burned for another reason. Fuck, it hurt more than Isaac’s fingers, hurt more now that he’d already cum.
“You think I haven’t heard all the catcher jokes from my team, from other assholes, from—” Colton moaned uncontrollably as the ridges of the dildo hit in the most sensational way, leaving him breathless.
He furrowed his brow, forcing rage to steady his composure. It angered him how quickly his body betrayed him in front of Isaac.
“I wasn’t making a catcher joke.” Isaac gripped Colton’s semi-erect dick with his already lubed hand. “I was just recalling how big of a pitcher you really were, so little pitcher seems inaccurate.”
Colton stifled a moan, locking his eyes onto Isaac’s gentle gaze. A compliment. He hadn’t expected that, not from Isaac, not ever. Not unless the compliment was meant to belittle or degrade him.
“Are you mocking me?” Colton asked, shuddering as Isaac continued working. “I’m not, I’m not… I don’t always catch the insult, but I know when someone is… FUCK!”
Colton lay back, unable to finish his thought as Isaac got into a good rhythm of shoving the dildo in and out of his hole while simultaneously stroking Colton hard again. It shocked him how well Isaac moved his hands; they synchronized perfectly with each other.
“If I were mocking you, I’d ensure you caught the joke.” Isaac shifted his position, sitting on his knees as he continued pumping the dildo inside Colton. “I have no reason to tease you, not when I have you.”
Colton begrudgingly accepted that answer. Isaac slipped the dildo out of Colton’s ass and set the slimy toy on the nightstand.
“Speaking of which…let’s get you in position.” Isaac gripped Colton’s hips and flipped him over. “Ass up, boy.”
Isaac’s hands squeezed and pulled and positioned Colton, which he abided by. Colton spread his legs some, then pushed them together ever so. He raised his ass, then lowered it, then lifted it as he arched his back. Isaac knocked his knuckles against Colton’s lower back repeatedly. Colton kept trying to arch more but couldn’t bend to Isaac’s satisfaction. Finally, Isaac slammed his hands into the small of Colton’s back and forced the arch he wanted.
Colton yelped at the suddenness and found his face shoved into a pillow when Isaac slammed a hand to the back of the jock’s head.
“Face down.” Isaac’s other hand traveled up Colton’s back, making his spine quiver, and rested on Colton’s shoulder. “If you need to scream into the pillow, that’s okay.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“Wait, what?” Colton turned before having his head half-shoved into the pillow again.
“First times can be rough,” Isaac explained, which Colton already understood. “If it hurts, bite the pillow. I won’t judge you.”
That almost seemed considerate. Almost. The wicked smirk spreading on Isaac’s face said otherwise, though.
“I’ll just fuck you.”
“Not hard. Not too hard,” Colton clarified.
He knew what he signed up for, what he’d agreed to, and he expected some roughness. After all, if he fucked someone, he couldn’t expect to blow his load going at a snail’s pace, but still. He didn’t know if his ass could handle a full fucking. Especially not with someone like Isaac, with Isaac’s dick.
Isaac slipped off the bed and finally unbuttoned his jeans before letting them fall to the floor. His boxers were those big plaid kind, and they didn’t really fit Isaac’s look since everything about him held something gothy or connected to anime, games, or media in some way. Colton didn’t know what he expected, maybe rainbow unicorns or cartoon faces. He certainly expected something more form-fitting, like Colton’s tight boxer briefs. Isaac slipped the big boxers off in a quick, fluid motion.
Now that he stood mostly in the nude—aside from the shirt he still wore tugged behind his head and wrapped at his shoulders—he seemed so much skinnier again. Isaac had always had a slender build, but the toned muscles were a new look. The tattoos across his body, from an animated fight scene on his right thigh to some fat cartoon guy in glasses and green pants wincing as he squeezed his knee in pain, ironically tattooed on Isaac’s left knee. He seemed to have lots of random stuff inked onto his legs, sinister skulls and cute animated stuff.
“How many tattoos do you have?” Colton asked, lost on the image of Isaac standing naked and hard before him.
“Not really sure.” Isaac scanned his own skin, mouthing numbers and lightly smacking spots with tattoos. “Some probably count as bigger pieces, so, like, twenty-ish, maybe. Probably. I don’t know, blame gay math or something.”
Colton scoffed. “That’s not a thing.”
