Page 34 of Bend Him, Break Him
“You call, I come over, you cum.” Colton shrugged. “Seems pretty self-explanatory.”
“Well, well, well, looks like you can be taught.” Isaac trailed his fingers along Colton’s leg, teasing him or taunting him.Colton couldn’t determine which, and it was maddening. “There might be a good boy in you, after all.”
Colton quivered as Isaac’s touch ran further up his thigh, fingertips grazing the stiff bulge in his jeans. An erection he hadn’t expected but one that’d followed him since he left his campus apartment.
“Are you a good boy, Colt?” Isaac asked. His words slinked through the air, adding to the hot and bothered arousal that wouldn’t be sated tonight. At least according to Isaac and his lack of a mood.
“I’m a very good boy.” Colton moved forward, adding the same sultry flair to tease, to test, to tantalize.
The look in Isaac’s eyes came with a hunger—the same one he had beneath the anger and hatred, the same yearning as he fucked Colton.
“That so,” Isaac leaned closer, sliding his firm hand up Colton’s abs, then resting on his chest. “Then be a good boy and sit back and be quiet.”
With that, Isaac shoved Colton and turned his attention to the laptop like they hadn’t just had a moment. Apparently, they hadn’t. Another way for Isaac to toy with Colton’s mind, and he imagined most of the semester would go this way.
Colton didn’t respond, simply obeyed. Ultimately, he knew if Isaac said jump, he would. There was something freeing and frightening about giving over control to Isaac. Every second was like navigating how much shame he could endure while also opening him up to a level of comfort he’d never known. Colton wished Isaac didn’t hate him so much, wished there was something more to this arrangement. He wondered if Isaac felt this way when Colton used him for a daily release. He wondered if this tension and trepidation crawling over his skin wouldchange over the next five months. Would it lessen? Would it get worse? Would he be lost to the lust by the end of the semester?
“Put in your student ID.” Isaac slid his laptop toward Colton.
“Why?”
“So, I can see your schedule.”
“Oh, I can pull it faster.” Colton retrieved his phone.
“Did I ask that?” Isaac glared. “You need to learn to listen. I didn’t say pull up your schedule. What did I say?”
Colton swallowed nervously.
“What did I tell you to do?”
Colton averted his gaze, looking at the floor. “To put in my student ID.”
“Then what should you be doing?”
Without further prompting, Colton typed in his information and pulled up his student dashboard so Isaac could review his schedule. This was what ruined the tension between them. Isaac’s disgust, which always seemed to rear its ugly head between their moments. It’d happened since Colton came to Clinton University. It’d happened since this arrangement began. And it seemed no matter how Colton behaved, Isaac’s attitude wouldn’t change.
“Yeah, we’re gonna have to flip some of this around.”
“Wait, what?” A wave of nervousness washed over Colton. “You can’t just change my schedule. It’s important I follow a strict—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Isaac lifted the student handbook tucked within a stack of other books. “I reviewed all the academic probationary bullshit. They’re such cucks about their requirements to get off.”
“Huh?”
“Get off probation.” Isaac winked. “I’m just gonna rearrange some stuff so our schedules overlap a bit better. Plus, you have all this open and wasted time in the afternoons and evenings.”
“Baseball practice. I need that time.”
Isaac sucked his teeth. “Okay. Write down your times and stuff and whatever. Games. Things. Practice. Yada yada.”
Colton scribbled practice times. “Games vary, but I can pull up the schedule. I have an early one on my phone.”
“Text it to me.” Isaac tinkered with Colton’s classes, dropping two of them immediately.
“Shouldn’t you make sure another class is available before dropping one?” Colton asked, his stomach twisting in knots. “If I’m not registered as full-time, I’ll be in violation of my probation.”
“You don’t say?” Isaac waved the student handbook before chucking it behind his head and onto the floor. “I’m saving your ass, if you’ll let me.”
