Page 13 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Suck your dick,” Colton blurted, and all the color from Isaac’s face washed away.
Isaac released Colton and stared at the jock with wide eyes.
“That’s what this is about, right?” Colton’s Adam’s apple bulged as he swallowed hard, the words edged out nervously, and he felt queasy at his own proposition. A proposition Isaac didn’t fully grasp based on his unblinking stare. “You want control. Power. Take it. Fuck my face the same way I did to youin high school. Take back your power. Just…just don’t take my future. My life.”
“Not taking your life,” Isaac said with a huff. “You did that all on your own, prick.”
“Please.” Colton dropped to his knees, begging. “Please, Isaac. I can’t be kicked out. I can’t lose everything because of one fucking paper.”
It wasn’t one paper, though. It was a mountain of bad behavior. Drinking on campus, fighting off campus, speculations of hazing, and so many failed courses his freshman year. Colton had used up every excuse he’d pleaded with last year, he’d watched his coaches pull the last strings they could to keep him on the team, and he knew he’d reached his last straw with the disciplinary committee. If they learned about this paper, learned he cheated on his final exam, they’d burn him to cinders.
“You really think sucking my dick will just make up for everything?” Isaac glared down at Colton, appearing disgusted by the jock and the proposition, but Colton could see the sly smile nearly creeping up across Isaac’s face.
He knew a secret part of Isaac relished how the jock looked on his knees, relished the power he held, and Colton hoped this sacrifice would clear the board between them.
“I think you want me defeated, put in my place,” Colton said looking up at Isaac. “I think you’re obsessed with control.”
“Oh?” Isaac scoffed. “As I recall, controlling was more your thing.”
Colton nodded. “But you could’ve turned the exam in right away. You didn’t want that, though. You wanted to control how I learned about my defeat.”
“And I got that. I don’t need to degrade you to win.”
“But you want to,” Colton said.
Isaac’s expression turned pensive, clearly lost in thought and contemplation. Colton knew he wanted this. Knew he could offer this piece of himself to steer away from the fire that’d destroy his future.
“Whatever on-the-spot twisted game you’re playing, I’m not that stupid seventeen-year-old boy anymore.” Isaac shoved Colton back and skirted around him.
Of course, Isaac suspected a trick. The last time Colton had come on to him, had flirted and lured him someplace secluded, it ended up being the worst day of Isaac’s life. Well, Colton couldn’t know for certain if that was the truth, though he found it difficult to think of Isaac having worse days than what happened in the custodian closet, what happened in the hallways afterward. It may or may not have been Isaac’s worst day ever, but it was certainly Colton’s worst.
A memory that still marred his memories of high school when he looked back. An emptiness of shame and guilt and regret he could never fill or fully ignore.
“It’s not a trick.” Colton’s voice cracked with desperation and the sadness of his past haunting him. “It’s my way to offer…I don’t know. Control, power, revenge all wrapped into one thing. A way to not lose everything in the process. And a way to apologize.”
Isaac laughed. “You really think sucking my dick is the best way to say sorry?”
“No.” Colton shook his head. “But would you accept an actual apology?”
“Never.” Isaac glared, approaching Colton once again. “You ever suck dick before, Colt?”
He shook his head. It hadn’t been part of the arrangement between him and Isaac. When the thoughts of men—thoughts of mostly Isaac—crossed his mind, all Colton wanted to do was maintain his masculinity. He wanted to stay in control, even if his sexuality deviated from what he wanted. The same arrangement blossomed with other men here and there, though few and far between since he’d waited until college before hooking up with a guy again. After what happened to Isaac, Colton shut that part of himself down until he graduated and escaped his small town.
The only thing Colton had ever done with a dude was oral and anal. Mostly oral and always receiving. Anal a few times—surprisingly, more with girls since he’d tried to bury his bi tendencies most days—and he always played pitcher. Colton had almost kissed one guy but found himself shoving the guy to his knees and ramming his dick down his throat first. By the time he came, the urge to kiss had faded.
“All right, screw it.” Isaac shrugged. “Let’s fuck that pretty face of yours.”
Colton gulped, green eyes wide with shock. He had no idea what to do, how to get out of this arrangement he’d foolishly walked directly into. But Colton couldn’t do anything with Isaac holding the threat of expulsion over him.
Chapter Six
Isaactook pleasure in Colton’s anxiety, the way his eyes darted back and forth down the hallway. There was a sadistic craving building deep inside Isaac’s lungs, making each breath harder as he sought to let this scene play out. This wicked desire. When Colton reluctantly leaned forward, Isaac gripped his zipper.
“Not here, you perv.” Isaac chuckled as Colton broke out in a nervous sweat.
He couldn’t do this. Not seriously do this. Isaac wanted to do a lot of things to Colton, including hate screw him, but the idea of actually fulfilling the fantasy created too many questionable thoughts. Isaac didn’t consider himself very ethical or unethical, but if there were a line he knew he shouldn’t cross, it probably involved blackmailing the dude he hated into getting skullfucked by Isaac’s dick. Yeah, that was definitely a line he couldn’t cross. Probably.
Then why couldn’t he just say no? Why couldn’t he just laugh in Colton’s face and say no deal? Why couldn’t he speak at all? His mind swam in the fantasy, clung to the desire, and made it impossible for Isaac to let go.
