Page 27 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Are you, though?” Isaac rolled his eyes, perhaps a bit lost in the sordid proposition. “Look, deal or not, consent still matters to me. Which is fuck-all weird since I basically said screw yourchoices and delivered the most deranged I’m-gonna-fuck-you either way ultimatum.”
“Actually, technically, I made the deal.” Colton sat up at that. “I mean, initially.”
“Minus the screwing part.”
“Just my face.” Colton shrugged.
Isaac snorted at that, and for the blink of a few seconds, Colton believed they were having a moment. He believed they’d turned back the clock on all the things that ever went wrong between them.
“If it’s too much, just say something. I’ll stop. We’ll stop. We won’t do this.” Isaac had this lost gaze, this absent look, a stare off with the wall.
“I’ll be fine,” Colton said, trying to steal Isaac’s attention.
He appreciated the break, oh how his body needed it, and he found himself lost on the empathy that came from Isaac in waves, but he suspected the lust of piledriving Colton carried this compassion. Colton worried the sentiment would fade once his erection did, once his guilt dissipated. He couldn’t chance Isaac moving forward with his blackmail.
“I’m ready.” Colton rolled back onto his stomach and positioned himself, hoping to finish the night quickly.
“Well, I’m not, so relax, dude.” Isaac tossed his smoke out the window. “Rest up and chill.”
When Isaac returned to the bed, the pair rested together for a while in silence. Colton wanted to speak, to say something, anything to break the quiet, but Isaac seemed content to stare off into nothingness. More than anything, Colton wanted Isaac to be happy since his life seemed to hinge on the whims of Isaac’s mood.
“You ready?” Isaac finally turned his gaze onto Colton, who nodded. “Good. Get me hard again.”
In the few minutes since pausing, Isaac’s erection had almost disappeared altogether. He retrieved the lube and squirted some onto his flaccid cock. Colton went to stroke him hard again.
“Mouth, please.”
Reluctantly, Colton leaned forward and sucked on Isaac’s cock. It didn’t escape him how Isaac’s cock had just been inside him, which gave Colton a strong taste of his own ass as he worked to get the guy hard again. He expected some type of taste from the lube—or perhaps hoped, anyway—but aside from the goop added to the saliva in his mouth, it didn’t carry much flavor.
Thankfully, Isaac was rock-hard again quite quickly, and Colton pulled away to lay back on his stomach.
“Roll over.” Isaac nudged Colton until he moved onto his back. “Grab your legs.”
Isaac lifted Colton’s legs and slipped in between them as Colton wrapped his hands around the back of his lower thighs. Isaac pushed down on Colton’s legs, forcing his feet to touch the wall and practically twisting his body until the jock’s ass was high in the air and his head was pressed beneath the weight of both their bodies.
“I wanna see that face while I fuck you.”
Colton gulped, watching Isaac’s cock slowly slide inside him. It seemed like the perfect vantage point for Isaac. He could watch Colton’s expression contort with each thrust, and Colton would have to endure the visual of Isaac’s cock ramming him again and again.
“Remember, I own you, own this ass.” Isaac smirked as he thrust his hips, getting into a slow rhythm. “And I don’t break my things.”
Colton winced, partly from the returning pain and partly from the degrading commentary. He felt valued and worthless all in one statement.
“If it’s too much, say something.” Isaac rutted deeper into Colton. “I can take as many breaks as you need. By the end of the night, your hole will learn its place.”
Colton nodded and turned his head.
Isaac kept a steady pace, easing his cock into Colton’s hole, allowing him to adjust once again. “Eyes on me, bitch.”
Colton obeyed, perplexed by how validated and simultaneously disregarded he felt.
Isaac’s expression turned more and more aggressive as time passed. Soon, he bucked harder into Colton. The same rage he’d unleashed before came back just as powerful as he pumped, hips smacking Colton’s thighs. Slapping skin served as the drumbeat to the vocals of Isaac’s angry grunts and Colton’s exhausted groans.
It started to hurt again, hurt so much Colton pressed a hand to Isaac’s hip, hoping to ease his pace. Since he’d released one of his propped legs, Isaac took that as his opportunity to grab ahold of Colton’s free thigh and push his leg further back, bringing the knee almost to Colton’s head as he rammed harder into him. Isaac had begun jackhammering Colton, finding a brutal rhythm that Colton gritted his teeth through, stifling his screams until they transformed into moans.
“Fuuuuck,” Colton bellowed.
Isaac had hit the spot again, turning the pain into pleasure. It still hurt. Fuck, did it hurt, but now there was this pressure ofecstasy that built with each thrust of Isaac’s hips. Colton found his hand sliding from the front of Isaac’s hip to the side, almost cupping the top of his ass as he encouraged the railing.
