Page 47 of Bend Him, Break Him
“That’s not true,” Jazz interjected, wedging herself between an angry Isaac and an enraged Mina. “He was lucky enough to get off the bench long enough to strike out at the plate both times his coach called him in, which was considerate since ithelped remove the strong lead their team had and afforded the opposition an opportunity at a solid comeback.”
The wave of embarrassment that struck Leon’s face left him and Colton speechless, all while Jazz continued listing off player stats like she had the entire college MLB roster memorized. Then, she took her seat, inviting Isaac and Mina to retake their vicious positions.
“For someone who regularly professes his macho bullshit with pathetic posturing, you’ve had your ass pressed to hard wood all night.” Isaac nodded to the bench in the dugout where Leon had desperately waited to sub in for Colton. “Maybe if you scream daddy to the dugout, you’ll get to pitch, bitch.”
“The only pitching I’ve seen him do is pitching a tent with an envy boner as the rest of the team scores,” Mina added.
Isaac and Mina continued hurling more insults at Leon until his face turned beat red and he seethed through gritted teeth, unable to find a comeback or time for one during the onslaught. When one of Leon’s lackies came to interject, Mina shut his ass down with a comment on his inability to land her a homerun when they hooked up. She might not have known much about the sport, but her analogy on his weak batting and premature swing leading to a quick completion and her lack of even reaching a base got a lot of the crowd’s attention.
By the time the game had resumed, Colton found himself on a new kind of high. He had the support of the GSA, who would shut down any members of his baseball team that didn’t support him. Those who did were met with cheers, while those who didn’t faced the wrath of Pride.
While this certainly wasn’t his best game, and eventually, he had to sub out for Leon, Colton loved how the evening went. Leon’s balk pitches were called early on, his confidence wasshaken, and he ended up helping the other team land more scores than strikes.
It afforded Colton a chance to return to his role and help the team finish barely ahead by the time the game was called.
Everything in Colton’s life was so hard to control, but something about handing over the reins to Isaac lessened the weight constantly on his chest, his shoulders, and his back. The pressure of failing the world, faltering after so many years of hard work, fumbling his biggest dream… All of that washed away when he submitted to Isaac. It gave him a sense of freedom while simultaneously stripping him of his choices. He savored every whim from the angry goth who claimed he felt nothing for Colton.
He must’ve felt something. The way he fucked Colton with such hate and care… That required feeling in both extremes. And the way he kissed Colton, even when he thought the jock had dozed off. His lips were soft in the middle of the night as he kissed the crook of Colton’s neck before he snuck in to snuggle again. Isaac could pretend he didn’t care, and he likely was still mad and hurt from the past, but Colton knew the truth. He believed they’d repaired something. He’d keep it to himself; he’d serve at the altar of Isaac and work to rebuild what he broke so long ago.
Colton quickly got into the swing of things—pleasing Isaac, balancing his schedule, baseball games, and GSA events. Leon and the other players had even stopped hassling him, finding the new queer squad members lining up and biting back every time someone caught wind of certain closed-minded jocks beingdicks. They’d harass Leon during practices, in classes—hell, sometimes, someone would even walk over to him during team lunches. Colton let it be. Just like he couldn’t control Leon and his homophobic beliefs, he couldn’t very well control the GSA members who lashed out in response.
Colton was convinced Isaac had a hand in it, instigating Pride students and reminding folks this wasn’t some conservative stomping ground. The University of CLIT was queer, feminist, and fucking liberal as hell. But whenever he brought it up, Isaac simply stared at him, taking long, slow blinks like a wicked cat with a million secrets. Isaac did a lot of tiny things to help Colton over the next two months.
He started leaving study notes in Colton’s textbooks. He added hyperlinks to Colton’s papers, forcing him to look into the attached articles and find useful information that inevitably made his essays better. He even tricked Colton into attending a math tutoring session by convincing the jock they were going to fuck in the library. Thank God Colton hadn’t unfastened his pants before walking into the study room Isaac had reserved. That would’ve been awkward dropping his slacks in front of a room of folks.
Isaac had also started leaving Colton healthy snacks, prepping meal days for him to assist with his diet. It helped since he had to balance fitness for baseball and something digestive for bottoming on a regular basis. There was an awkwardness Colton clung to when discussing his bathroom needs, but Isaac was very nonchalant about the whole thing, simply there for Colton and his ass whenever it was ready for Isaac to take.
Everything since they got together had been the dream experience Colton had always wanted with college. Even the awkwardness, the bizarreness, the uncomfortable manner that brought them together held this dreamy nature in Colton’smind. He had everything he wanted: success on the field, success in classes, success in the bedroom. It was an unexpected success since he never considered subbing before this arrangement. And now, he couldn’t imagine anything else. He couldn’t imagine not having Isaac dictate his days, plan out his schedule, help sort out his conflicts.
The only issue came with the fact that he’d found the perfect guy to date who didn’t want to date him, to acknowledge they were anything other than physical. Even these gestures were just a way for Isaac to exert control, which Colton liked. Wanted. Needed. Craved. More than that, he wanted to show off Isaac, to share what they had, and maybe scare a few people with his intimidating goth boyfriend.
Every minute of every day was planned out with something adventurous, even in a tiny way. Colton would have lunch with the GSA members, then slip off to the student parking lot, where he’d trail behind Isaac, following him to his beat-up, old station wagon. The pair pretended not to be in company until Colton could discreetly get in the back seat. The fear of getting caught always aroused and frightened Colton, but Isaac would find the perfect parking spot to pound out Colton’s ass between classes or ream his throat raw.
Oral after his Composition II course became standard practice. By the end of the first month, Colton had become a pro at swallowing Isaac’s massive dick. Sure, he still gagged and choked, but not nearly as much, and always in just the right way to get Isaac off in under ten minutes. Under five on good days.
Though, Colton did notice Isaac came quicker when they were in public—whereas when he’d head over to Isaac’s dorm room, the grumpy goth would drag out his fucks. Whether using Colton’s mouth or ass for the night, he’d always edge himself close and keep going, savoring the satisfaction of pumping intoColton until the jock’s body quivered. Colton became raw with his emotions, with the pleasure and pain that came with pleasing Isaac because that often brought the dom to climax.
Isaac always found new ways to spend time with Colton, which he loved. When the goth boy started showing up to the campus gym, Colton nearly burst into laughter. The first day he came, he was in hot pink jogging shorts exposing his pale tattooed thighs, knee-high anime socks, and an oversized hoodie with some death metal band image.
“You’re gonna need something different unless you want everyone staring at you,” Colton said discreetly during a well-timed water break where he and Isaac could linger close to each other. “Staring at us.”
Colton wanted to drop the act and workout with Isaac, but the rest of the GSA wasn’t at the gym, and Isaac still preferred the group dynamic as a public buffer for their interactions. Not that he ever interacted with Colton when the others were around, merely stayed silent and kept close.
Here at the gym, though, a lot of athletes were in attendance, some from Colton’s baseball team or, at the very least, friends with them.
“No one’s staring at me.” Isaac glanced around, leading Colton’s gaze where he noted how people actively avoided looking too long at Isaac.
They might steal a look and snicker at Isaac’s silly outfits which he continued wearing every time he worked out nearby, but no one wanted to be caught gawking at the pasty goth guy wearing weird clothes. It seemed Isaac had the perfect camouflage.
Though Isaac and Colton had very different workout routines, Colton did ensure he always timed his cardioalongside Isaac’s. And while Isaac never looked his way, never acknowledged his close proximity, he always picked a machine where either side was empty so Colton could always slip in and run beside him, bike next to him, or walk up a mountain of steps miserably with him.
“You’re in a lot better shape than you look,” Colton wheezed after finishing his cardio.
Despite being a smoker, Isaac didn’t take nearly as many heavy breaths. And while his frame was slender and his muscles weren’t nearly as big as Colton’s, Isaac had a firm, solid build. His biceps were well-defined, and his leg muscles put Colton to shame. His abs even poked out a bit, less definition than Colton’s but there all the same.
“Everyone looks at me and sees a sassy twink.” Isaac grinned. “But I’m more of a sadistic twunk.”
Colton snorted at that, then resumed the rest of his workout.
