Page 83 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Damn, William wasn’t fucking around.” Leon clicked his tongue with this satisfied sadistic approval. “He might’ve given you a double dose or some shit. Whatever, it’ll wear off enough soon. Not like anyone’s gonna mind or notice. That’s what matters.”
Leon reached for Colton’s pants, doing his best to unfasten them without knocking Colton’s slumped body over.
At this, Colton screamed or tried to with his weighed-down mind and body lost to a fog of confusion. This couldn’t be happening. This wouldn’t be happening. But he didn’t know what to do, so he screamed and shouted and listened to the bizarre noises that came. He was a dying animal deep in a well, echoing strange sounds.
It gave Leon pause. Not of concern. The annoyance plastered on his face grew the more Colton groaned.
“Shut the fuck up.” Leon smacked Colton’s head. “I’m just getting you ready. Goddamn.”
With that, he went back to work and prepared to yank Colton’s pants down. When Colton trembled, desperatelyattempting to wriggle loose and call for help, Leon stopped and reached into his pocket.
“If you keep moving, I’m gonna give you a real reason to whine and cry, you little bitch.” He pressed the tip of a blade underneath Colton’s eye. So sharp and cold it roused the muddled senses in Colton’s head just long enough to strike fear of the pocketknife Leon wielded. “Is that what you want?”
Colton took shallow breaths, trying and failing to calm himself, to will his obedience for fear Leon might take an eye just for a fucking laugh.
“Guessing you’re thinking I’m gonna have a go at you?” Leon cringed, utter disgust on his face as he put his knife away. “That’s what I hate about you fags. You think everyone’s gay. Oh, if you hate queers, you must be one. No. No, that is dumb as fuck. I mean, I hate spiders. That doesn’t secretly make me one. At least spiders are natural. You lot, though.” Leon let out a full-body shudder. “Seriously, when I’m done with you, everyone is gonna see just how disgusting you are and the lengths you’ll go to get off with your perverted desires.”
Colton quaked, eyes glossy, and head tilted just enough he could see the fuming rage and smug arrogance mixed together on Leon’s face.
“I thought the last video would be enough to get you tossed off the team, but hey, they wanna make excuses, then I’ll just show ‘em it’s a pattern.” Leon retrieved his phone, not the one currently positioned to record Colton, but another. Neither phone looked like Leon’s. No, they were cheap and bulky outdated smartphones. “Turns out there are a lot of perverts in the area, and none of them really have questions about the quick in and out I’ve got planned for ya.”
Leon turned the phone to face Colton, revealing a profile with Colton’s image looking for anonymous fucks. No strings. No games. No conversation.
“See? Fucking disgusting. The lot of you.”
Colton wheezed, desperately trying to wrap his fogged-over mind around what Leon was going to do, going to orchestrate. There wasn’t an escape, a way he could find to stop this.
“They’re gonna be lined up out the fucking door, running a train on you, and then it won’t be a question on whether or not you filmed and posted this.” Leon gestured around the room. “It’ll be a pattern, coaches will see what a homo slut you are for dick, and I’ll be starting pitcher.”
All this for his position. All this for Colton’s spotlight. All this because he hated Colton’s lifestyle.
“All you gotta do is lay there and look easy.” Leon grinned. “No one’s gonna be asking questions because no one really cares.”
“I’ve actually got a few questions,” the familiar gruffness in Isaac’s voice sparked hope in Colton.
His body rattled, attempting to move, to call out, to turn and see Isaac’s entrance. From this angle, he could hear Isaac approach from behind, but his gaze was still facing Leon, whose expression had dropped to utter shock.
“Now, I’ve been told not to start shit with you,” Isaac said, his feet shuffling inside. “Conflict is never the way to resolution—blah, blah, blah—but something tells me that this right here has just given me a free pass to bash in your fucking face.”
“Not another step, you freak fag!”
“Sticks and stones, buddy boy.”
Leon backstepped, lost from Colton’s sight, only to reappear seconds later with an aluminum bat in hand.
“Oh, sweetie.” Isaac took a deep breath, his teeth chattering with anticipation. “You’re gonna have to do so much better than that.”
Isaac swooped across the room so swiftly, the breeze of his fluid steps tickled Colton’s exposed lower back. His shirt had rolled up some, but his pants were still on; he wasn’t exposed here despite feeling completely vulnerable and raw. It was a harrowing feeling, a sinking pit that sickened him to dwell on. Instead, he focused on Isaac’s manic rage, his calm expression, and his confident body language. Isaac’s sharp inhale seemed to swallow all the violence in the air, and his exhale unleashed war.
The cockiness in Isaac’s voice soothed Colton, but when Leon swung the bat without hesitation, he gurgled a shout of a warning.
Issac raised an arm, bracing for the impact. He held his position, perhaps stunned by the pain surging through his body from the strike, but he didn’t falter. After a deep, seething breath, Isaac stepped forward, arm still raised and shielding against the second swing of Leon’s bat. And the third. And the fourth. That was when a feral sound of fury and anguish escaped Isaac. With it came a deranged laughter as Isaac wrapped his arm around the bat and yanked it from Leon’s grasp.
“Well, well, well. Looks like I’m joining the team.” Isaac cracked his neck, arm trembling—most likely from the throbbing pain pulsing through his muscles and bone from the bat’s multiple strikes.
“Get the fuck away from me.” Leon raised his hands like he might try to catch the bat if Isaac swung it. But the way his arms shook, there was no way he’d manage such a feat.
“Oh, you think I’m some pussy jock gay basher who needs to hide behind a bat to beat off my foes?” Isaac stared at his confiscated weapon, eyeing the bat before chucking it behind his head and out of view. “Honey, no.”
