Page 26 of Bend Him, Break Him
Once Isaac seemed confident that Colton’s hole had adjusted, he moved up ever so, putting more weight onto Colton’s body. He didn’t believe Isaac could feel so heavy pressed down onhim, but he believed he was pinned beneath a much larger man. Isaac leaned forward, pressing his chest to Colton’s back as he bucked and worked his way in deeper. Colton gritted his teeth. Isaac’s excited breaths hit the back of Colton’s ear, and he lay completely still as the man pumped into him harder.
Despite having his hole fingered and toyed with, the instant Isaac shoved his cock further in, a hot, unbearable pain spread throughout Colton’s body. He wanted to scream at the sharp sensation forcing itself further inside him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to do something, but his voice went hoarse, and nothing came out.
He silently gasped as Isaac pounded away at his rear, tearing into Colton with his dick. Christ, it was unlike anything Colton had experienced. Hell, he’d been hit across the back with a flying baseball bat before, and that felt like a fucking spa day compared to this actual fucking. How could someone enjoy this?
Well, clearly, the top could. Isaac’s hands ran over Colton’s skin, feeling up his taut muscles while he worked his way in and out of Colton’s ass. The jock tensed the more Isaac plowed into him, and the harder he fucked, the more Colton’s body resisted.
“Stop clenching,” Isaac said, holding Colton’s hips and ramming himself deeper into Colton’s hole. “You’re just gonna make it hurt more.”
He tried to stop resisting, to accept Isaac’s cock, but he couldn’t help himself. His body flinched at the intrusion, fought back of its own accord; his ass clamped down like it’d somehow prevent this. The way Isaac grunted, the pleased hum of his moans as he thrust harder into Colton, said clearly that the tight resistance didn’t bother him. It must’ve felt even better on his massive cock, a cock currently wreaking havoc on Colton’s insides, rearranging them to make room for each added inch.
“Please, slow down.” Colton whimpered, biting the pillow in hopes it’d hide his teary-eyed begging.
“Relax.” Isaac stopped thrusting and ran his hands gently over Colton’s back, massaging his tensed muscles. “Relax your hole, spread your legs a little wider, and stop curving up your spine.”
With that, Isaac shoved his hands onto Colton and forced him back into an arch he hadn’t realized he’d lost. Surrendering to Isaac’s suggestion, Colton did his best to relax his hole, and he opened his legs wider. It felt like he was doing the splits on the bed, but the position helped accommodate Isaac, who moved in closer and pushed his cock further.
“Oooooooo, argh, fuck.” Colton scrunched his face, willing himself to remain calm while Isaac buried himself deeper.
Now that Colton had stopped resisting, Isaac’s dick eased into the loosened hole without as much piercing pain. Isaac grabbed a fistful of Colton’s hair and yanked his head back, grunting in unison with the panting groans that escaped the jock’s lips. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t quiet himself. He lay there, sprawled out like a damn ragdoll, as Isaac railed him again and again, leaving Colton gasping and drooling.
Isaac’s dick was unrelenting, and his aggression seemed to only grow more with each thrust, each passing minute. He shoved Colton’s face into the pillow and picked up a faster pace, jabbing Colton’s insides with his cock as their skin slapped. Each stroke held hate, taking on more brutality. It didn’t seem to matter that Colton had relaxed his body, surrendered himself to Isaac. The intensity kept climbing higher until Colton couldn’t breathe, couldn’t keep up.
He turned his head, still enduring the firm grip of Isaac’s hand, pressing his face into the pillow, but positioned himselfjust enough to lay there and take in tired, heavy breaths. It didn’t help Isaac had already shot a load down Colton’s throat. Now that he’d busted once, he’d last longer for sure. At least that was Colton’s own personal experience. He prayed that Isaac would cum quickly. Each muffled whimper as he took Isaac’s dick came with a hope the man would finish.
He watched the clock, vision hazy and delirious as Isaac kept fucking him until finally, he had to speak, had to beg, to cry, to admit he couldn’t continue.
“Please, stop,” Colton pleaded. “It hurts. It hurts too much.”
He prepared a thousand more things to say, to offer, to express, but found himself lost to the agony of taking Isaac’s cock. It was a futile request, one Colton knew would go unanswered. He’d offered himself up to Isaac, knowing full well what that entailed, but he hoped at the very least Isaac would have pity on the man and slow his pace, slow down just enough for Colton to catch his breath, to wipe away the tears welling in his eyes, to recover from the sheer intensity of getting fucked with so much hatred.
Surprisingly, before Colton could continue begging for a reprieve, Isaac had already slipped his dick out of him, letting the slick beast of a thing rest on an angle against Colton’s ass cheeks. Isaac took a few slow breaths, seeming to calm himself, and he crawled off Colton entirely, freeing him from the pressing weight and brutal pumps.
“You stopped?” Colton rolled onto his side, taking in Isaac, who walked to the opposite side of the room and lit a smoke.
“You need a break, so we’re taking one.”
“Really?” Colton’s expression turned skeptical. “Just like that?”
“I might own you in this arrangement, but consent is still a thing.” Isaac chuckled, making the smoke waft from his mouth in big, breathy puffs. “A paradoxical statement in itself.”
“A what?”
“It’s just weird,” Isaac answered. “I’m weird. Even by my very curved standards of what constitutes as weird, I know how fucked in the head I am.”
“That so?”
“I hate you with every fiber of my being,” Isaac said calmly and bluntly, like mentioning the weather. No malice in the words, just a fact. “I don’t care how you feel right now. I like the twisted emotional toll this is having, the crisis of your ego, the lost identity, the pride diminished.”
“I think you’re giving me too much credit.” Colton scrunched his face, lost a bit on the complexity of Isaac’s ramble.
“The point is, I’m not concerned about your feelings.” Isaac blew out smoke. “You’re miserable? Good. Feeling degraded? Yes. Realizing you’re worthless? Fuck yeah, lemme stack onto that feeling.”
Colton definitely agreed with the sentiment, believing Isaac would only ever despise him.
“But all the same, I can’t bring myself to actually make you suffer, suffer like…” Isaac shook his head dismissively. “No, not like I did. You could never feel that pain. After all, I walked into that arrangement willingly like a stupid fucking moron dumbass lovestruck teen bitch boy.”
“I’m here willingly.”
