Page 32 of Bend Him, Break Him
Inthe days that followed his trip home, Colton had this hollowed-out sensation wherever he went. It wasn’t just the fact his ass still ached from Isaac’s cock, or how he could still taste the cum in the back of his throat. A phantom flavor lingering no matter how many Christmas cookies he scarfed down to avoid conversation with family. It was a yearning that swelled deep inside him; with every breath came flashes of Isaac’s face, Isaac’s hands raking over Colton’s muscular body, Isaac’s heavy grunts as he railed into Colton, Isaac’s soft expression when his lips lingered close to Colton’s mouth.
Every thought Colton had was of Isaac. This was what Isaac had wanted—Colton to lust for him the same way he’d lusted for Colton. There was so much about this arrangement he loathed,yet so much he couldn’t help but ponder with each passing second lost in a daze.
“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Colton’s mother sauntered toward the corner where Colton had holed up. “You feeling okay?”
He nodded, then grabbed another cookie. Normally, he hated the quiet, loathed awkward silence and fed off the energy of idle chitchat. But his mind was lost on the arrangement he’d made with Isaac, on the pain still thrumming softly inside him, on the circumstances that led him down this path, and how he desperately wanted to discuss this with someone.
Not Isaac holding blackmail over him, not the fact he’d bent over and been railed out rough by Isaac’s cock. No, those were things he’d keep secret forever if possible. The warped feelings that fluttered in his chest gave him pause, the recollection of the intense pleasure that came with the excruciating pain still radiated inside him.
No matter what he did, Colton could think of little else other than how Isaac made him cum. Not once, but twice. All with his touch, with his dominance, with his aggression and hate and authority all wrapped into a fuck that Colton couldn’t get out of his head.
His insides twisted in on themselves as he thought about reliving that carnal experience. What else would Isaac do to him? Would it be more of the same? Would things escalate? In the beginning, when Colton sought out Isaac for oral, he wasn’t nearly as rough on the teen goth’s throat, but by the second month, he was face fucking him so brutally it made Isaac’s rough demands seem almost considerate.
Colton couldn’t get the reversal of fortunes out of his head, the way he’d still clung to feelings and desperate pining forIsaac even after everything that broke between them. But the idea of submitting, of regularly being bottomed out for Isaac’s entertainment, made it impossible for Colton to focus on the vacation.
“Are you even listening to me, sweetie?”
Colton nodded, doing his best to smile at whatever tangent his mother had been going on about. Given the crease in her brow and the side eye she shot in the direction of the party, there was someone in attendance who’d offended her and would soon receive her ire.
“Is it school?” his mother asked, genuine concern showing on her face.
His mother wasn’t nearly as bitter at Colton for following his heart as his father was, but she didn’t defend his actions either. Colton made the error of going out independently, so if he floundered in college, his family would be there to remind him they told him so.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, likely trying to gauge how his academic probation was going since Colton had stopped sharing details about school after his father mocked his freshman failings. Now, his folks fished for information, and Colton did his damnedest to ignore the bait. “Are you struggling with your grades again? From what I hear, the campus has some wonderful tutors.”
“Grades are fine,” Colton said. “Aced everything.”
Okay, not true, but he did maintain a B average this semester, which was almost worth bragging about.
When he spotted his father from across the room, Colton sighed. He was making his rounds quickly as he came to join Colton and his mother, which could only mean they planned on grilling him for more details. They wanted to know everythingabout his college experience, except how he was enjoying things, fitting in, coping with independence, his performance in baseball, or a multitude of other questions that leaned toward support.
“Colton.” His father slapped his shoulder and rattled a little life back into Colton’s weary disposition. “Join me. There’s a few people I want to introduce you to.”
Ah, fuck. Based on the layout, there were no board members or alumni or bullshit donors to any of the Ivy Leagues Colton’s father continued trying to pressure him into attending. That meant the holidays had been reserved for romance instead.
The most grueling part of coming back home. Since being outed, Colton’s parents had taken a strong interest in his love life, something they never did in high school. It was funny how many women they casually tried to arrange with him, reminding him how much they supported his bisexuality and that, as a bisexual, he should enjoy these beautiful, educated young women.
They were the furthest thing from subtle. Normally, he’d eagerly chase the skirts, but having his parents pick out his dates only made Colton want guys more. Anything to piss them off and have a good time.
Colton’s parents had taken a strong stance on tolerating his predilections to whatever phase he was going through so long as he eventually leaned down the correct path. His mother blamed the media, and his father blamed the liberal college Colton picked. If either of them realized he’d first longed for cock while attending a prestigious conservative prep school, their heads would probably explode. A tempting idea to test, but that would involve having an honest conversation with his parents, something Colton had never done in all his life. Not that he could recall. Perhaps as a little kid, but even then, his mother wasgoing through her European travel phase, and his father always believed children were best to be seen and never heard.
Colton shook away the curiosities and the annoyance about the random women scattered throughout the party. Part of him considered sneaking off and flirting with a potential suitor. Hell, part of him considered downloading an app to see if there was a discreet, unsuitable companion for the evening. But he buried those thoughts as quickly as they came.
Isaac’s commands rang loudly in Colton’s mind. Isaac’s demands of ownership, of exclusivity, struck a chord that held Colton in check. He didn’t want to assert himself with another person, especially someone his parents picked out. And he didn’t want to explore the curiosities he’d allowed Isaac to perform with another man.
So, Colton abandoned the party early and went to his room, where he stroked himself hard until he could relive the best orgasm of his life.
Nothing he did kept his attention, mind unable to focus on porn of any kind, thoughts to fantasies that once brought him exhilaration now fizzled out along with his erection. No. The only thing that kept him throbbing was thinking back to the night he feared repeating. The night he feared might not come again. Isaac had stayed true to his word, allowing Colton to enjoy the break without his presence, but now it felt more like a punishment. Fitting, since Isaac wanted Colton to suffer.
As the days pressed on and the holiday engagement remained an exhausting ordeal of smiling faces with cutting comments, Colton came up with an excuse to leave early. A break with his family was more work than it was worth, so he blamed baseball practice and headed back to campus. His parents grumbled that he had to leave right after New Years, but he needed a few days of quiet to clear his head. It helped that hisfolks didn’t know the first thing about Colton’s baseball schedule since they’d never shown an interest in any of the sports he played.
The campus was mostly abandoned. Even the parking lot for the apartments in the back of the school grounds was left barren. A few cars were scattered about, but Colton figured most of them had just left their vehicle and taken a flight home instead.
When he stepped into his apartment, the living room and kitchen were trashed with empty liquor bottles, wrapping paper, and a bunch of holiday bullshit that intended a terribly themed Christmas college party. Definitely not Tim’s scene since he didn’t celebrate and also cleaned up after his parties. Colton’s other roommate, Devon, was usually better, but since he started hanging with Leon, he’d gotten sloppy on and off the field. This was probably some petty advice from Leon to leave the mess as a way to fuck with Colton. He shook away the thought, as if he’d ever care about a mess, and didn’t want to be so petulant that he assumed everything revolved around him.
Colton had intended to hide out during the rest of the break, but he told himself that Isaac might notice his Mercedes had returned to campus and be cross if he didn’t reach out.
That was the flimsy excuse Colton fed himself as he texted Isaac. His chest tightened, and his heart skipped a beat when the three floating dots bubbled on his phone. They started, then stopped, then started again, and Colton held his breath the entire time he awaited Isaac’s impending command.
