Page 50 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Fuck all if I know. Jazz being Jazzy.” Isaac pointed to the rainbow on his left eye. “There’s more than one way to live therightlife.”
“Because it’s on your left eye?” Colton nodded.
“Yeah, but then her other motto sort of undercuts the first message.” Isaac pointed to the trans flag colors on his right eye. “Living your truth is therightchoice.”
“It’s cute.” Colton shrugged. “Maybe cuter without the play on words.”
“Agreed.” Isaac huffed, tugging on the straps of his suspenders which held up his baggy Tripp pants and accentuated his exposed stomach in the crop top long-sleeved shirt he wore.
Isaac always picked the most dramatic clothes, which Colton envied. He wished he could be so bold, dress so provocatively. If he wanted to show off skin, the best he could do was go shirtless to the gym or on a run. Maybe he could pull off short shorts in the right conditions. But he felt weird being so free in his style, unlike Isaac, who dressed like a slutty grim reaper most days.
“Three guesses on why you’re slowly leading us off the field and toward the dugout.” Colton pursed his lips a little, suggestive and flirty and all but saying he was okay with it. Albeit a bit nervous. Okay, a lot nervous.
“What could I possibly want, little pitcher?” Isaac grinned. “Well, not-so-little pitcher.”
Colton rolled his eyes as he led Isaac through the opening in the fence and into the dugout.
“I think what I want is to see that winning pitcher in action.” Isaac’s grin widened, and Colton’s thoughts twisted into all kinds of bizarre fantasies. “I wanna see that take charge attitude you unleash on the field.”
Isaac bit his lower lip, playing with his piercing and teasing Colton with an unreadable expression. There was no way Isaac was suggesting what Colton thought, what he never dreamed of wondering, what he’d given up considering in their relationship. Well, relationship wasn’t the right word. Colton suspected there wasn’t a correct word, not one he liked.
Honestly, Colton had stopped wanting to top, to take charge, to assert himself. This new submission kept him enticed moreand more, and while the idea of railing Isaac did cross his mind on the rare occasion, it was a fleeting fantasy.
“What’re you getting at?”
Isaac slipped out a bottle of lube from a side pocket just above his knee. “This is your field; you’re in charge. I want you to take charge right here, right now.”
“So, I’m on top then?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Isaac sat on the bench, sliding his pants down and exposing his semi-hard cock.
Colton knelt and went to spread Isaac’s legs.
“Don’t.” Isaac poured the lube on his dick and began stroking himself hard. “Today’s less about serving my needs and more about showing me yours.”
Colton didn’t know what to say, how to respond.
“Why?”
“You don’t ask why,” Isaac said with a demand in his voice. “It’s my desires you obey, and right now what I want is to see you commanding the evening.”
Colton swallowed hard, watching Isaac ready himself until his own dick began to throb at the sight of Isaac’s hard erection.
“Use my cock to get off,” Isaac growled. “I wanna see what makes you cum.”
That was so much pressure. Colton knew what he liked, and what he liked was the surrender, the patient wait of Isaac finding the right rhythm, the right pace, the right spot to fuck an orgasm out of Colton. The idea of taking Isaac’s dick but leading seemed off from how their arrangement worked.
Although, it wasn’t all that long ago when Colton controlled the oral he offered. Maybe that was why Isaac was allowing this, experimenting with layers of control given to Colton. No matterthe reason, Colton accepted it and slipped out of his shoes and pants.
“Keep the top on.” Isaac didn’t elaborate on the shirt or hat, but Colton suspected he meant both. “The uniform is fucking sexy.”
He went to take off his socks until Isaac’s free hand grabbed Colton and guided him closer, so he kept the socks on as he slowly straddled Isaac’s dick. Isaac massaged Colton’s hole, generously applying lube before aligning his dick for Colton’s ease. He didn’t slide into the jock, leaving that moment to Colton.
“Mmmmmmhhhhm.” Colton squeezed Isaac’s shoulders, shuddering as he took in the cock. It couldn’t have been more than half, but at this new angle, he found it so much harder to push all the way to the base. His body wanted to retreat. The pressure on his ass, coupled with the discomfort of his knees spread on the bench, didn’t alleviate the want to stop.
It was awkward keeping Isaac’s dick where it was, but he didn’t want to take anymore yet. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Isaac made no efforts to slam the rest of his cock into Colton. He didn’t even buck or thrust to control the motion of their bodies. Instead, he kept his hands wrapped at Colton’s waist with a stillness that indicated they were merely there for Colton’s balance and nothing more.
Slowly, the jock thrusted on top of Isaac, letting the dick stay where it was but allowing his hole to adjust to this new position. Inch by inch, he took more into himself, but when he slid too far too fast, Colton pulled up and let the entire thing fall out of him.
