Page 23 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Just lube me up, whatever.” Colton ground his teeth. “The sooner you fuck me, the sooner I can go.”
“I don’t know, sort of like the idea of dragging this out until the wee hours.” Isaac teased Colton’s hole, massaging the outside.
The sensation was unlike anything Colton had experienced. He quaked, nervous and excited and terrified, oh so fucking terrified. He didn’t know if the fear came from the idea of getting fucked or the fear of liking it, craving it. Mostly, he didn’t know if he wanted this. Colton did know he didn’t want it from Isaac. It made his skin crawl, submitting to the guy he used on a regular basis, submitting to the guy he threatened and bullied and broke for years.
Part of him felt he owed Isaac this, that if he just sucked it up, quite literally, and let Isaac get his rocks off, it wouldn’t be so bad. Another part believed full well that Isaac would make this excruciating, that he’d pour all the hate he had coiled inside him back into Colton.
When Isaac pushed his fingers inside Colton, he winced. It felt weird and uncomfortable, but not in a painful way, just an awkward sort of sensation. He knew that wouldn’t last. He knew Isaac would hurt him soon enough, relish in the pain.
Colton had fucked enough asses to know the pleasure was minimal at best. It confused him why people enjoyed it, accepting some people were just built to please others, that was their role in life. Colton couldn’t be one of those people. He had too much self-respect.
“Ooooooo,” Colton moaned, sliding up the bed and away from Isaac’s invasive fingers.
“Stop.” Isaac glared. “Bring that ass right back here.”
Colton swallowed his nervousness and lowered himself from the wall he was on the verge of scaling a second ago.
Isaac continued working his fingers inside Colton, lubing his hole, massaging him in a way that hit hard. It felt like nothing Colton had experienced. His cock throbbed harder each time Isaac pushed his fingers in deeper. It took everything Colton had to contain his groans of pleasure.
“Looks like someone is realizing their magic button.”
Colton didn’t respond, breathing heavily as his dick bounced from the faster push of Isaac’s fingers and the subtle thrust of Colton’s hips. He couldn’t help himself. Part of him bucked so he could feel the sensation of fucking, even if all he did was fuck the air, and another part of him liked the way his ass pushed against the fingers inside him.
Isaac continued working his fingers inside Colton, the pain still there but hidden beneath the wave of pleasure. Colton closed his eyes, ignoring the sensations in his ass, focusing purely on the throb of his dick. If he pretended, pretended very well, he could almost imagine this feeling came from fucking. Him fucking someone. Anyone. Anyone but Isaac.
“You like that, don’t you?” Isaac’s voice slithered through Colton’s ears, invading his imagination, and soon the silhouette that rode Colton’s dick took on Isaac’s form. “Such a tough guy on the verge of busting with a few fingers pressed to his prostate.”
The pair moved in rhythm with each other, the imaginary Isaac grinding faster and harder the more the real Isaac worked his fingers inside Colton, the more he talked dirty to Colton, the more Isaac invaded his fantasy.
“Open your eyes.”
Reluctantly, Colton obeyed, staring into Isaac’s icy gaze. He clearly wanted to keep Colton in check; he must’ve wanted to ensure Colton understood where his pleasure came from, how it came to be, who made him feel this ready to erupt. If only Isaac understood that Colton couldn’t escape Isaac even in his musings. Not right now. Not with his fingers poking faster and harder, stretching his tight hole and finding the perfect spot.
“Fuuuuuuuu…” Colton grabbed the comforter on either side, squeezing the mattress until his knuckles burned white.
His hips bucked erratically, and he shot a load of cum across his stomach and chest. Long pearl strands fired off as he moaned and convulsed and clung to the orgasm. Fuck, what an amazing feeling.
“If you think that load felt good, the one I’m about to fuck outta you with this dick is gonna be an orgasm you chase for the rest of your life, little pitcher.” Isaac had this chaotic grin.
In an instance, the euphoric pleasure that came from release washed away, immediately replaced by shame.
Colton lay there, taking shaky breaths, while Isaac got up and walked toward his dresser, where a folded towel sat.
“You mind handing that to me?” Colton asked.
“I do.” Isaac continued rifling through his drawer.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I want you covered in cum. Mine. Yours.” Isaac turned and smirked. “It suits you well, little pitcher.”
Colton glared, and Isaac returned to his unhelpful task. Instead of grabbing the towel, Isaac dug through a drawer and pulled out a large blue dildo.
“What’re you doing?”
“You’re gonna wanna get a little more prepared—trust me.” Isaac plopped back onto the bed and lubed up his toy. “I had trouble slipping fingers inside you, and I don’t feel like spending ten minutes trying to wedge my dick head past your tight defenses.”
Colton grimaced.
