Page 49 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Isaac continued. “You’ll be playing a supporting role since you’ve been using your solo study time to game behind my back, despite already providing you plenty of goofing around time in your schedule.”
“How’d you know?”
“I know everything. I’m a god, a demon, a psycho stalker.” Isaac shrugged. “You decide.”
“Studying is so boring, and I’m passing without the daily sessions.”
“With Cs,” Isaac hissed. “You could easily have As or Bs. But no, you wanna play some shoot ‘em up game, so I’m gonna see what all the fuss is about while you help support my efforts.”
“So, what is my punishment, oh great Isaac?”
“For starters, losing the attitude and gaining some humility.” Isaac spread his legs, directing Colton to meet him.
Motherfucker. Isaac was using a fantasy of Colton’s against him. He’d mentioned on more than one occasion about having Isaac come over to help him cum when he was playing online. The only reason he’d never done so was because that meant he had to actually let Isaac into his home, which his paranoid closeted mind still held a lot of reservations about.
“So, I’m just gonna suck you while you play?”
“Pretty much.” Isaac stroked Colton’s face. “If you do a good job, I might not remove your gaming time currently scheduled.”
“Wait, what?”
“Oh, I obviously have to update your schedule since you don’t believe in studying.” Isaac shrugged. “Another problem for another day, little pitcher.”
Colton quivered, hiding the eagerness because as much as this turned him on, it also really pissed him off. But in the hottest way, which only further frustrated Colton.
When he first took Isaac’s dick into his mouth, he did so reluctantly. Colton practically frowned as he bobbed his head up and down until he realized the hand he’d been dealt. Quite literally, in fact.
“Someone’s happy,” Isaac moaned at the changed enthusiasm from Colton.
Realizing the advantage he had and the opportunity he’d been given, Colton worked harder on Isaac’s cock, gripping his hips to keep Isaac seated in his chair and barely able to buck. Not that he made much effort with his attention split on the blowjob and the game.
With his hands busy, Isaac had to give full control to Colton. It wasn’t much, but Isaac preferred to control every aspect of their relationship. Even though this was a punishment for breaking Isaac’s tedious rules, he still gave Colton a reward. And Isaac didn’t show offense to Colton’s devious edging when Isaac was in the midst of combat or the deep-throating efforts when Isaac was about to take aim at a target.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Goddamn, you’re an eager boy.”
The praise continued, and even though Isaac died more times than he could count, he clearly enjoyed his time with the game and Colton’s technique. Colton took satisfaction in controlling the pace of Isaac’s arousal, bringing him close before taking away his climax.
Colton had spent so much time swept up in Isaac’s schedule, routine, and servitude that he hadn’t even realized the lack of animosity on the field. Some time ago, the players who backed Leon drifted from the ruthless pitcher who sought to steal Colton’s spotlight. Now, Leon merely glared from the benches with only Devon, eagerly awaiting any opportunity the coach would offer him. In the past, Colton would’ve asked for a sub after the seventh inning out of pity and hope not to cause more waves with Leon.
Now, he felt too powerful to step aside, too confident to serve someone else’s ego, which was ironic since that take-charge strength he found on the field came from surrendering all authority in the bedroom. Okay, in literally any location where Isaac sought to plunge his cock inside of Colton.
This was likely his best game to date. Sure, it wasn’t a championship, and they were all but guaranteed victory before stepping onto the field, but Colton threw more strikes than every game this season. His batting landed a homerun. His team brought it together from start to finish without one argument, without one shady misstep, without anyone fighting for glory over each other. The part that made the game better than any other he’d played was the cheer squad of friends from the GSA, accompanied by a reluctant Isaac who appeared bored yet studied every play.
After the game, Colton lingered on the field instead of going to the locker room. Isaac had requested he wait, so Colton did so obediently, even if every second he remained in the dugout sent a shiver of anxiety through him.
There was only one reason Isaac would ask Colton to stay, only one thing Isaac wanted from him here on the baseball field. While Colton would offer himself, it did feel like he was pressing his luck here of all places.
“You were amazing,” Isaac said, appearing from out of nowhere after everyone else had vanished and the evening sky started to take hold.
The sun had faded like it waited for Isaac’s command, too.
“Thank you.”
Colton took in Isaac’s sportsy getup for this game. The GSA still rocked Colton’s player number, and Isaac’s untattooed arm had the phrase #PitcherStrong with a rainbow beside it which Jazz declared she’d make a trending hashtag before the year ended. Colton didn’t need any more viral sensations right now. And while they came to support Colton, the GSA hadn’t done their eyeshadow in school colors for this game. Instead, they’d gone full-blown Pride with their makeup; Isaac wore rainbow eyeshadow on his left eye and a trans flag-colored eyeshadow on his right eye.
“What’s with the eyes?”
