Page 29 of Bend Him, Break Him
“No need.” Isaac waved him off. “Roommates left early, so the suite is silent. Go on.”
Colton still hesitated. It wasn’t like he hadn’t strutted around a dorm room in the nude before, but there was something significantly different about walking around boldly after fucking someone and walking around after being fucked. Being conquered. That was what it felt like, and it seemed Isaac had the strut of someone riding a victorious wave.
“Fine, I’ll go first.” Isaac went to the bathroom, completely naked, and stepped with a swagger.
Isaac had two tattoos on his backside. The first was a set of bloody stitches on his back beneath his shoulder blades, which looked like they closed up matching wounds. They were placed in such a way that it almost seemed like the stitched injuries sealed a set of fallen wings, or the spot wings would be located on an angel. Well, a demon in Isaac’s case. The second tattoo was the word TRAMP written on his lower back in a bold, stamp-like font.
“You have a literal tramp stamp,” Colton said with a snicker as Isaac strutted back toward the room, taking his time in the empty common area space.
“Lost a bet, but it’s pretty funny.” Isaac smirked. “Alas, it goes unused since I don’t let anyone rail my ass like some fellas I know and shoot their shots for target practice.”
Colton glowered, rolling his eyes. Once Isaac stepped back into the room, Colton moved through the common area, sweaty and tired, and rushing across the living room space to reach the bathroom like he was being chased by the monster under the bed. But there was no monster under the bed, merely in it. Isaac.
As he stepped into the bathroom, Colton felt the cum dripping down his crack and the inside of his thigh. He grabbed a towel, not caring whose it was, and wiped the cum from his chest, stomach, ass, thighs, and everywhere he could think except for the loads deep inside him.
Colton went to the restroom, an awkward affair, and cleaned up a bit before brushing his teeth and finally examining himself. His hair was disheveled, his face was washed out, but otherwise, he appeared completely normal, completely himself. He expected to look different. He certainly felt different.
After taking more time than he needed, Colton returned to Isaac’s room and joined him in the bed. Isaac lay sprawled out on the twin bed while Colton curled up in a tight ball, taking up as little space as possible. He felt so much smaller now, lost in his thoughts. He lay awake while Isaac seemed to doze off almost immediately.
He had a light snore, not something he used to have. Not from what Colton recalled when they were younger and used to have sleepovers. Then he thought about the number of times Isaac ended up with a busted nose, someone reminding him ofhis place when he got mouthy at school. Maybe it got broken one too many times, and that caused the wispy noise. Either that or Isaac was faking as a way to annoy Colton after already pounding the fuck out of him.
When Isaac rolled over and pressed his naked body against Colton’s, he nearly jumped. The startled flinch didn’t rouse Isaac, and he continued moving in closer for a tighter embrace, sleep-cuddling with Colton. He pressed his chest against the jock’s tired back, wrapped a leg over the jock’s aching thigh muscles, and rested his crotch against the jock’s worn-out ass.
Colton tried to wriggle loose but found Isaac’s squeeze only tightened as he grumbled incoherent mutterings. Somehow, even unconscious, Isaac had learned how to issue commands that Colton found himself obeying.
Colton didn’t spoon. He occasionally cuddled. But he certainly didn’t make himself the little spoon who got cuddled. Despite the humbling factor, it did feel nice. Maybe it only felt nice because the fucking had finally finished.
Geez, he couldn’t get that orgasm out of his head, the sheer volume that shot out of him, the way his body ached and begged for more even after Isaac’s cock had pounded out the last drops from Colton’s. And when he continued, when he kept thrusting into Colton’s sore hole, part of him wanted Isaac to finish, and another part wanted him to keep going, keep fucking him until he climaxed for a third time.
Colton ignored all the thoughts, the incredibly confusing and fucked up thoughts swimming through his mind, and tried to fall asleep in Isaac’s arms.
Chapter Ten
Isaacawoke at five in the morning, incredibly hot from being tangled in the blankets and Colton’s body. When had he snuggled up to him? It didn’t matter. Isaac shoved off and moved to the other side of the bed, nearly rolling off to escape the comforting embrace.
Isaac glared at Colton as he slept, thinking back to last night, how it felt, how he felt, how Colton’s body trembled in his grasp, and he took in all of Isaac. He’d almost kissed Colton last night. Christ, how he craved Colton’s lips, his soft pillowy lips. They were perfect for Isaac’s cock, which should’ve been enough, but when he moaned from the sheer ecstasy of Isaac’s powerful thrusts, Isaac wanted to taste the mix of pleasure and pain that spilled from Colton’s voice.
That couldn’t be, though. Isaac buried the desire, hoping it hadn’t been the root of his morning wood. After an hour of sitting silently with an unyielding erection, he shook Colton’s shoulder.
“You up?”
Colton huddled tighter under the covers, squeezing the life out of the blanket.
“Come on.” Isaac playfully nudged Colton’s lower back, poking him with his finger in a very suggestive manner. “I’m up. A part of me is up, up, and ready to go.”
“Uuuuuuggh.” Colton rolled over to face Isaac, a groggy glare on his face which only further enticed Isaac. “My ass still hurts.”
“It’ll be fine,” Isaac said. “You just gotta give it a few days to bounce back. It’s actually a shame you’re leaving for winter break because now I’m gonna have to break that ass in all over again. Think of last night as a preview for the semester.”
Colton groaned and tossed off the covers. Isaac stopped Colton mid-motion, as the jock started to roll over and accept his fate. Fuck, Isaac could live on this high for the rest of his life.
“Relax.” Isaac stroked Colton’s hair. “You’re more than just a hole to me.”
The bewildered expression on Colton’s face carried an intoxicating allure as he studied Isaac, searching for the sincerity, for the goth’s genuine attitude. Isaac let the comment linger for a few more seconds as the shock faded, and Colton nearly smiled.
“You’re also a mouth.” Isaac smirked, grabbing a fistful of Colton’s hair and yanking his head back. It exposed his neck entirely, making his prominent Adam’s apple bulge. “How about you lay back and let me fuck that throat?”
Colton frowned, then followed Isaac’s hand as he shoved him further down the bed. He lay on his back with his face lined up a few inches above Isaac’s hard cock, a beast of a thing barely contained by the big boxers Isaac wore. He didn’t even slip them down, instead merely sliding his cock through the open slit in the front.
