Page 71 of Bend Him, Break Him
“It’s of you guys, you know.” Tim shrugged suggestively, but Colton didn’t grasp the nature of what Tim was hinting at. All he noticed was the frantic look in his wide bloodshot eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?”
Colton shrugged innocently, always the worst at catching hints. “Maaaaybe.”
“It’s a video of you two fucking.”
“Wait, what?” Colton’s heart surged; his entire body crumbled.
Isaac and Colton weren’t exactly risk-free, but they were generally careful about public fucking. Public anything hookup related. They’d even curbed that enthusiasm as time had passed, rarely doing more than a kiss or handhold at this point. Had they been sloppy somewhere? Had someone recorded Colton again being indecent?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He didn’t know what to think, what to do, how to react. “Where?”
“You two were in your bedroom, you know…”
His bedroom? Colton’s mind swirled, spiraling out of control. How did this happen?
“This was from last night?”
Tim grimaced. “There’s a video going around everywhere.”
“Show me.” Colton had to see, had to know.
“You don’t want to—”
“Show me the goddamn video.” Colton snatched Tim by the collar.
Uncomfortably, Tim pulled up the video.
‘Starting Pitcher Catches a Homerun’ didn’t seem like the most creative name in the world, but it sent a shudder of embarrassment rattling through Colton’s core.
He knew what was on the video. He knew exactly what he and Isaac had done last night. And apparently, whoever recorded them picked a particularly intentional point to edit. The video started right when Isaac entered Colton, capturing his groan with a staticky muffle. It’d skipped past Colton’s blowjob, glossed over the make-out session and foreplay Isaac usuallyincluded to get Colton ready, and jumped right into a scene of Colton getting plowed by Isaac’s big dick.
The lighting was bad, and the frame stayed in one position the entire time, but the video seemed to run forever.
“That’s enough.” Colton turned away.
Tim stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
Colton wondered how many people had seen this video. Not just on campus but everywhere. Strangers. Friends. Family. Oh, fuck, what if his family heard about this video?
He reached into his pocket and froze. It was then that Colton remembered he’d forgotten his phone. Christ, it must’ve been buzzing all day with warnings, with questions, with a thousand different responses from laughter to mortification.
“You should go home,” Tim said, his voice soft. “Everyone will understand.”
Colton didn’t know what to do, how to feel, but when a few other players walked past them with laughter and whispers as they turned to enter the locker room, Colton’s panic turned into rage. With the door to the locker room pushed open, he could hear the conversation, the jokes, the mockery at his expense…all led by the worst human on the planet.
Leon Coleman.
He did this!
Colton didn’t know how, but he knew Leon was responsible. Without thinking, he barged into the locker room and stormed toward Leon.
“You son of a bitch!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Leon raised his hands defensively. No, playfully. “We all know how cock hungry you are, but I’m not interested.”
“Fuck you!”
“Last I checked, you’re not fucking anyone, are you?” Leon snorted. “Well, you’re fucking, but not. You know.”
