Page 16 of Bend Him, Break Him
“You’re a fucking monster.” Jazz shook her head.
“Only if you cross me, Jazzy.” Mina blew a kiss.
Jazz rolled her eyes and turned to Isaac. “So, you going to elaborate on this hypothetical revenge?”
“Philosophy class,” Isaac answered. “Not mine. Suite mate, but it just got me thinking.”
“You’re so boring,” Mina said. “I thought you had someone by the balls. I was about to ask for all the tea.”
“Okay, if we’re talking about philosophical debates, do I have some good ones…” Jazz’s thunderous excitement brought everyone in at the table as she started the next hypothetical scenario.
While Mina and Jazz hadn’t offered the most concrete advice Isaac needed, they had opened his eyes to the situation.
Jazz pointed out that this could actually be a form of atonement, so maybe by following through with the proposition, Isaac would make Colton a better person. He scoffed at that, unable to even delude himself with a lie that flimsy.
Mina’s comment clung more closely to Isaac’s thoughts, even after lunch. He went to his classes, then his room, and all he thought about was how to make the revenge real. If Colton offered up the proposition, willingly surrendered, what could Isaac do to take more control? More importantly, should he?
He needed to let go of this rage, to release his hatred. But he couldn’t. Isaac’s mind spun to the most wicked things, and he acknowledged that he wanted more out of this proposition. If he was going to tarnish what remnants of his soul he had by blackmailing Colton, he wanted the jock to feel as insignificant as he had all through junior year of high school. Through all of high school, really, even before his role as Colton’s residential cocksucker began. If he was going to keep his winning hand to himself, he wanted to break Colton in other ways.
A new proposition formed in Isaac’s thoughts, and before he knew it, he’d concocted the most delicious revenge, wicked in a sense even stretching the limits of his twisted imagination. But he didn’t want Colton to agree to these terms. In fact, Isaac wanted this addendum to the original proposition to push Colton over the edge and force the jock to reject Isaac, force Colton to accept his impending expulsion. Well, possible expulsion. Isaac was still slightly convinced Colton’s parents would just buy him out of the issue like he was certain they’d done last year.
But even if they did…Isaac wanted to break Colton in every way.
Chapter Seven
Evenafter the buzz of booze had worn off, Colton’s anticipation for what came next hadn’t. There was a mix of dread and excitement that bubbled inside him over the next few days as he awaited Isaac’s text message.
Everything he searched online confirmed Isaac’s threat. What Colton had done would be considered plagiarism and could lead to expulsion. Not trusting the internet and their many conflicting sources, Colton turned to the student handbook, the code of conduct forms they had folks sign every year, and sifted through them to find anything that’d corroborate Isaac’s threat.
It did. The worst part was Colton learned this could technically be used against him even after he finished the course. Isaac could hold onto it until Colton graduated. According to the language in the handbook, proven plagiarism could even affectgraduates, but he found that unlikely. Also, since he planned on going pro, he didn’t need to worry about his degree coming into question. He just needed to stay in a school where he could and would be scouted for the league.
His phone buzzed with a call from his mom, who he didn’t have the energy to talk with. Chances were she was calling to remind him about some party where he’d be paraded around over the holidays. This was exactly the type of thing his parents could make disappear. The right donation to the right person, and Colton wouldn’t have to lift a finger in his defense.
But his parents weren’t going to bail him out of anything since he picked the University of Clinton. They made that clear last year when he was drowning in problems, and they just stood by, waiting for him to screw up beyond repair. And yes, they’d always bail him out, but only on their terms. If he got expelled, his father would have him enrolled in a new college without missing a beat. But that would mean his father would pick the college, choose the pathway, pay for the degree, and set Colton on a journey to follow in the family footsteps exactly how his parents had always wanted, leaving no room for deviation.
That was why Colton worked so hard to maintain his sports scholarship. He had money, he had a trust fund, but his parents controlled the strings of Colton’s cash flow until he turned twenty-five.
When Friday rolled around, Isaac texted Colton his dorm information. It was a little bizarre Isaac still lived in a dorm since he was in his third year. Colton had been forced to stay in a tiny dormitory his freshman year with all the other newbie baseball players, but when his second year rolled around, Colton made sure to get into a campus apartment with a few teammates.
Once he arrived at the dorm, he signed in on the guest clipboard, putting down a fake name since the student workingat the desk wasn’t paying attention. Colton would prefer there not be a paper trail to his cock sucking evening. Lining the wall near the elevators, Colton saw a collection of pictures naming the building RAs and expressing how happy and excited they all were to help everyone living there have their best dorm life experience. Well, everyone except for Isaac, who glared in his photo and clearly didn’t give a fuck about the RA slogan.
Guess that explained why Isaac still lived in a dorm room. It was funny to Colton how active Isaac made himself on campus despite seemingly not caring about anyone or anything.
The time had finally arrived. Colton made his way to the elevator and took it up to the sixth floor, then knocked at Isaac’s door.
He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, about to suck Isaac’s dick. No, it would be more than that. Colton realized Isaac would definitely use his mouth and throat the same way Colton had countless times before. Hell, he’d probably be even more brutal, all things considered. But Colton would let him. He’d allow this because, despite everything, a part of him hoped to make amends.
This wouldn’t right things between them, Colton knew that logically, but an illogical part of Colton that still dreamed of undoing the past—time traveling to the worst mistake of his life—that part believed sucking dick could end this war between him and Isaac.
“You’re here.” Isaac ushered Colton into the room and immediately went to sit in his desk chair.
Colton expected Isaac to whip out his dick and demand Colton get to work, but instead, he typed away at his computer, seemingly disinterested in Colton’s arrival. As Isaac remained aloof, Colton studied the sinister atmosphere of the dormsuite. Isaac’s goth tastes extended to posters of metal bands, Halloween decorations strewn about, and oddly Funko Pop collectibles by the dozens. The main ones Colton recognized were the completed set ofThe Nightmare Before Christmascast lined on the shelf above Isaac’s desk. Colton liked that movie. And it was probably the only movie displayed in Isaac’s room that he knew. The poster directly beside Isaac caught Colton’s attention, a giant set of red lips with a bloody title:The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Weird. But everything about Isaac was a little weird.
“So, we doing this?” Colton asked, antsy and unable to handle any silence.
“Yeah.” Isaac rocked his head side to side. “I need to clarify this arrangement first, though.”
“Arrangement?” Colton quirked an eyebrow.
