Page 44 of Bend Him, Break Him
Isaac didn’t know if he’d unlocked some curious hungry sub hidden beneath the masculine ego Colton wore all day or if the jock still clung to the guilt of his actions in high school and used this as a tool to apologize.
It didn’t matter; Isaac wouldn’t let it matter. Ever.
“I’ll fuck you,” Isaac said, leaning closer so his lips nearly pressed to Colton’s. “I’ll use you, keep bending you over to my satisfaction.”
Colton’s hands fell away, and he shivered as Isaac’s teeth grazed his neck. The quiver in Colton sent a spark of desire through Isaac.
“But you need to understand, I will never forgive you.” Isaac bit down on Colton’s neck and ran his hands over the jock’s strong muscles. “I will never acknowledge you as anything more than someone for me to fuck and use.”
“I understand.” Colton trembled, taking desperately shallow breaths to keep himself calm.
“Are you okay being meaningless to me? Serving me? Existing only for my pleasure?”
“Yes,” Colton said with a breathy whisper.
That was all Isaac needed. He spun Colton around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him onto the mattress. Staring at his beautiful bare ass, Isaac palmed at his firm glutes, rubbing his hands down around Colton’s thighs but keeping the pants where they were. He rather enjoyed how confined they kept Colton.
It took everything Isaac had to pause and retrieve a bottle of lube before pulling his own pants down, but he managed, and Colton remained obediently bent over the bed on his hands with his ass exposed.
Isaac slapped his cock between Colton’s cheeks, grinding up and down, savoring the skin-to-skin touch, the warmth of Colton’s ass. When he pressed the head against Colton’s hole, he stifled a startled moan.
Instead of pushing in with a sudden and painful thrust, Isaac lubed his dick and Colton’s ass, rubbing his cock up and down the crack. He enjoyed the easy gratification of stroking his cockbetween Colton’s cheeks without entering him, teasing the jock, making him yearn for the return of such a brutal fuck.
“I’m ready.” Colton’s hands gripped the comforter of the bed, and he did his best to arch more.
“This isn’t about you, little pitcher.” Isaac smirked at the growl that brought out of Colton.
After grinding against Colton’s cheeks until his dick pulsed, Isaac finally thrust into the tight jock’s ass. He shoved in as deep as he could with a powerful grunt, not taking his time to push the inches in a bit at a time as he had their first night. Colton screamed, stifling the noise with a terrible groan as he buried his face into the mattress.
“Relax.” Isaac gently scratched Colton’s back, trailing his fingers up each column in a soothing manner. He worked his way up to Colton’s shoulders and all the way to the dimples on the small of Colton’s back. “This is what you wanted.”
Colton lifted his head, taking heavy, forced breaths through his nose as he ground his teeth. Every muscle of his body flexed tight, inviting Isaac to wrap around him even more. Isaac wanted to feel Colton quiver and surrender to the pain, to the pleasure, to the man in charge of him. Submit to Isaac.
Oh, how the flexed muscles across Colton’s back aroused Isaac even more as he calmed his stressed sub, eliciting more rushed thrusts as he found a new home for his cock.
Colton dropped his head again, grunting loudly with each slap of skin from Isaac’s rough pounding at the jock’s rear.
“Don’t.” Isaac yanked his hair. “I wanna hear everything.”
Isaac railed Colton, fast, brutal pumps from tip to base, finding an ecstatic rhythm that brought him close to climaxing almost immediately. He leaned forward, placing his knees on the bed and saddling on top of Colton as he pushed the jock’s backfurther down into an arch. With his weight pressing down on Colton, he adjusted his pace, taking shorter, quicker thrusts.
“Lift your ass,” Isaac demanded, watching Colton struggle to reposition.
It didn’t help Colton was still constrained by his pants and now had the full weight of Isaac pressing down on him as he pushed in deeper, still thrusting while Colton obeyed. Colton’s face became muffled again as he worked, adjusting his body so Isaac could ram him at an almost ninety-degree angle.
Colton panted, unable to breathe and turning his head to the side. There was a beauty in his exhausted face that Isaac wanted to savor forever, but each second he stared made him that much closer to cumming. The whimpers escaping Colton’s lips as he took the railing brought Isaac to the edge of his climax, forcing him to change his pace yet again. He needed to change his position but fuck, it felt so good straddling Colton’s ass and riding him.
With one hand pressed to the back of Colton’s neck, Isaac held him in place. With his other hand, Isaac began smacking Colton’s ass cheek.
The suddenness sparked a yelp from Colton, which was quickly replaced by a muffled groan as he let his face sink back into the mattress.
“Mmmfffmm.”
“Lift your head,” Isaac said with a loud smack.
Colton moaned as he obeyed, hair and expression equally disheveled from constantly retreating to the blanket.
Isaac slapped Colton’s ass harder, rhythmically syncing his thrusts so every third pump, he could hammer his hand down against Colton’s cheek.
