standsonhigh | High school AU open post

No, not again, he couldn't do that again. Koschei knew he wasn't just outnumbered but out matched, it made his stomach drop just to think about it. Last time this had happened, he'd been younger and weaker, he thought it would honestly never happen to him again. Despite the horrible feeling inside, he refused to let this happen again.

He wasn't just going to stand here and let them make an idiot out of him.

"No," he said defiantly, keeping his face as neutral as he could, glaring at Rodolphus. Such a sadistic little bastard, he was going to get him first. "I'm not taking anything off. Just go away and bother someone else."

Christ sake, it was freezing out! He wasn't going to be stripped on the football field again.

"You keep bringing these things on yourself. You're only making it worse," Rodolphus informed him. Then all it took was a wave and Koschei would found himself held in place and very forcibly stripped off his clothes. They didn't just stop at trousers and jacket, either, but kept going until he was in nothing but his underwear and even so they were discussing whether to take it further.

"Think he wants to be naked?"

"He might. I don't know." Rodolphus was grinning, stepping in front of Koschei who was held by three of the boys. "Want to keep on what you have right now? Just say 'Yes, please.' like a good boy."

Cue snickering and some lewd comments, mostly about the many shortcomings of Koschei's body, now that it was on display.

Koschei panted heavily, thrashing under the boys and refusing to lie still. The grass was damp and muddy, the wind was horrible and chilly, he really didn't want to lose his last shred of clothing. But the idea of begging for it, of asking nicely, it made his gut churn. He refused to play this game and let himself lose the last scrap of dignity he had here.

"Piss off, you overgrown moron. Bet mines bigger than yours anyway."

Okay, that was going to come back on him in a bad way but fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. He may as well go all out. Leaning up, he kicked his legs out aggressively so no one could get close enough and spat in the nearest boys face, causing one to recoil enough that Koschei had a free arm. Not that he could do much with it but he grasped at the floor, gripping a handful of mud and trying to rub it into the other closest boy's face.

At least he put up a fight, at least he'd be able to say that. He could cling to that while naked and shivering tonight.

Yes, that definitely hadn't been the right thing to say.

"Get him up!" Rodolphus shouted the order and apparently everyone else knew what he meant by it. There was a kick to his ribs from the boy he'd rubbed with mud, but everyone else was focused on, indeed, getting him up, pretty much carrying him over to the goal. Obviously they had been prepared, because they actually had some rope that was used to tie his arms above his head to the goal, leaving him to hang pretty much exactly in the middle between the two posts.

Of course things didn't stop there, his ankles were tied together as well and then... "The great reveal, gentlemen! Let's see it."

Surrounded by laughing teenage boys, it was, of course, Rodolphus who pulled down that last item of clothing.

He could barely breath for all the people wrestling him, his ribs were throbbing painfully and he couldn't seem to do anything else to stop this. He knew what was going to happen and all he could really do was close his eyes and pretend it wasn't happening at this point. His hands were already tied by the point he'd totally given up on this fight and accepted defeat.

His face went red as he felt his underwear get yanked down, gritting his teeth at the laughter. If he could, he'd of killed them all. Literally choked the life out of them. But as it stood, all he could do was shiver and seethe.

How could he ever get out of this one?

... God, he really hoped today wasn't a day Theta had game practise. He couldn't face a reality of his dearest friend seeing that. Trembling, he forced his eyes open to look at the laughing boys with such loathing.

"Okay, very funny, let me go. Now!"

"Now? But you've just finally turned useful. Target practice."

Obviously in good cheer, they were indeed starting to play around with a ball now, quickly forming teams and at first rather harmlessly passing the ball to and forth like a warm-up training.

Then came the first shot at the goal and, of course, the ball hit Koschei right in the stomach.

The first shot, but not the last. Not even close. There were more and more shots, some of them narrowly missing, others hitting his chest, his face, every bit of his very exposed body. Target practice indeed.

Each one hit him harder and harder, bouncing off his head, his chest, his shoulder and crotch. The last one actually managed to get a cry from him, a stifled noise of agony that got the boys cheering and laughing. He was in such pain, his body was beyond tense now and he couldn't stop trembling.

Not from the cold, but from anger. From all this pent up rage he could do absolutely nothing with.

If he waited, it would soon be over. He could leave and hide away in his room for a few days. Maybe he'd catch a cold? That'd get him some time off. There was nothing Koschei liked more than a few days break from this to just read his books or do some recreational maths. That stomach bug last month was ironically the best time of his life.

Though, man, what a day to where his teletubby boxers. They wouldn't even grasp the irony either, that was the worst part.

"Koschei?" The voice came hesitant, though mostly just because Theta didn't quite trust his eyes at first. But he stepped closer and straightened up, trying not to look the least bit intimidated as he turned to the group - the large group - of Koschei's tormentors. "Leave him alone!"

"Are you his friend?" Without waiting for an answer, Rodolphus kicked the ball at Koschei again to make sure he had his attention. "What did we tell you about having friends?"

"Yes, I'm his friend. He's my roommate." The boys were closing in on him and perhaps Theta was beginning to realize that he should have told a teacher instead of confronting them alone.

Oh no. Oh dear God no, this was not what he wanted. His heart stopped dead and he looked at Theta, feeling like he seriously could black out any moment. His legs turned to jelly and all words died in his throat, he felt like just dying right here and now. Theta was going to get himself killed and he'd seen him naked.

Could this actually get any worse?

When the ball hit him again, right in the stomach, Koschei spluttered and doubled over as much as he could, trying in a futile effort to renew his attempts to get free. This was like a nightmare, a truly horrible nightmare.

"He's not my friend," Koschei cried out desperately, unable to look at Theta. Anything to get them to leave him alone and to end this part of the day, even lies. "I just share a room with him, he's no one. I don't even like him. He's stupid, he doesn't get it! Just ignore him."

If he denounced his friends, they'd be safe. That was how this worked.

"Not a friend, huh? Seems like he's more than just a friend to me, you little faggot." That was met with laughter, of course. Any mention of the word 'faggot' would.

Theta, to be quite honest, looked completely out of his depth. "There are people coming." One day he would have to learn to be better at lying. "I told... I told the teachers."

"The teachers?"

"Yes."

"All of them?"

That was met with silence and then Theta got hit with the ball against his head.

Oh for fuck sake, what an idiot. It was bad enough that he was here but he could of at least ran for it. Or got more teachers. Growling in anger, he thrashed about on the post, not wanting see anything more happen to Theta. What if they stripped him? Humiliated him? He couldn't let that happened, he refused to drag him into this mess.

"Please," Koschei finally said, something that he almost never said, but he had to appeal to their power play tactics. "Please, I'll beg. Just let him leave."

Sure, he could beg. He could that. Maybe. Either way, he'd do it for Theta. They were just words, after all, and he could waste words on meaningless pleadings if it meant Theta could be fine.

"I'll say and do whatever you want if you just let him walk away," Koschei reasoned carefully. "Because he will tell a teacher. Sooner or later, he will, and this won't be forgotten. So think wisely and let him leave. You get what you want anyway so ... so just stop."

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"Oh?" The sheer interest in Rodolphus' voice was horrifying. He thought this was good. He thought this was really good. "Just wait until I tell Tom about your boyfriend. He'll be very curious."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Yes, Theta, that was the thing to focus on here, while having his arms held by a boy his age that was about twice as broad through the shoulders.

Well shit, what did he do now? With a defeated sigh, Koschei let his head fall and decided that all he could do was pretend this wasn't happening like he had been before. Because thanks to him, Theta was screwed. He was going to be tortured like Koschei now and all he because he was too nice.

Idiot. Maybe he could publicly beat up Theta? That might put them off a bit. The only thing he could do now was wait for whatever was going to happen. How could it get worse than being tied up and naked with his only friendship about to end? Maybe it was that which brought back his defiance. "The way you talk about Tom, maybe you're the faggot. Go fuck him like a good boy, yeah? And leave me alone."

That obviously hurt Rodolphus' masculinity, but although he wanted to hit Koschei at first, but then he thought better of it and so his face met Theta's stomach, who grumbled and fell to the ground as if he was made of paper. Huh.

"Be careful what you say!" Rodolphus waited to make sure Theta was still breathing before gesturing to the goal. "Let's just tie them together and leave them there over dinner."

"Oh come on, Rodolphus, you can't make everyone else suffer through you gay fantasy. I mean woah, this is getting a little desperate now. Acting like I want to fuck my room-mate? Are you really sure you're not projecting? Because you can tie him to me and make all the jokes you want but I really don't fancy him. And I can always make new friends," Koschei snapped, knowing everyone had their limit and he could break this idiots self control if he had to. He didn't even so much as flinch or look at Theta when he was hit, he couldn't. Odds were, either he got beaten up or Koschei did. And one way or the other, this friendship was over. So what did he care any more?

They'd taken the one thing he'd wanted from him. And he was prepared to give all he could back to them.

"Christ almighty, I thought you were a little weirdly close to Tom. Buying him nice things, following him around and obeying his orders," Koschei smirked a dark smirk, looking directly at his tormentor. "Let's face it, you're his good little doggie, aren't you? Maybe soon he'll throw you a bone."

Yes, everyone did have a limit and, well, Rodolphus had self-control issues even under the best circumstances. So it was no wonder that with what was damn near a roar, he attacked Koschei, no holds barred. Vicious beating was actually putting it lightly.

He was lucky, very lucky, that Barty came by just then, noticing the crowd and quickly making his way through the rows. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Obviously he didn't wait for an answer, instead he bodily yanked Rodolphus away from Koschei and then ducking before the boy could start hitting him instead. The others, who had just been watching, did interfere now, holding Rodolphus back.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Crouch?"

"Keeping you from jail, you idiot. Did the doctors cut off the oxygen at your birth?" He looked at Koschei, raising an eyebrow. "Shut up for once."

It wasn't really like Koschei could say anything anyway. His jaw was on fire, he could barely breath and there was so much blood trickling down his face, he could actually taste it when it dripped down. He knew he'd been hit hard because he was struggling to see now, spots covered his vision and he couldn't stop the field from spinning in front of him.

He knew now, with a great amount of worry, that he was going to be very sick soon enough. His stomach was already threatening to go.

"Oh shit, Rodolphus, you messed him up bad," one of the boys said with an edge of worry, now very aware that this wouldn't be funny now the prospect of jail was made aware. What if Koschei was actually properly hurt? Where was Barty before? Clearly no one else here had any sense. Otherwise they might of interjected sooner.

Koschei let his head hang forward, fighting to keep conscious. He was pretty sure his head had been bashed into the goal post one too many times, everything was far too dizzy. Oh, and great, a teacher was probably going to come soon and they'd make a bigger deal than was needed. He didn't want that kind of fuss, he didn't want his parents to know he was suffering like this.

He tugged vainly at the ropes, hoping no one went for any authority figure. He just wanted to go to his room, he could sort himself out. He always did.

"Untie me quick or they'll come," Koschei slurred out slightly, blindly trying to wriggle free.

"Untie him!" Barty pretty much ordered one of the useless idiots to do what Koschei had asked for, while the wheels were turning in his head and he was trying to figure this out. "And get him dressed again. Get lost, Rodolphus, and get a brain while you're at it."

He looked down at Theta, who was apparently slowly regaining consciousness himself. Great, just great. At least every boy that hadn't bolted by now seemed willing to listen to him. That didn't keep him from shushing them away once Koschei was somewhat dressed again and lying on the ground. He crouched down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to catch his eyes. "Stay with me, Koschei." He held three fingers up in front of him. "How many fingers? You need to see the nurse..." How was he going to explain this mess.

Weirdly, what annoyed the Master the most was how poorly his button had been done up, they were out of order and he didn't like how they looked, even if they were mostly a blur. He stared Barty and his hand for a moment before a rather unsettling laugh burst out of him, making his jaw hurt horribly. "How do you even have six fingers? That makes no sense."

Rolling over onto his stomach, he hunched himself up and retched onto the floor, arms wrapped around the ribs that still ached horribly. Nothing came out because, thankfully, he hadn't eaten yet today. He just felt dizzy, way too dizzy. It wasn't normal to feel this dizzy.

"No nurse, they'll know and they'll tell. This is our secret," Koschei insisted as he took several deep breathes before forcing himself onto his feet. He lasted nearly a few moments before he tumbled down completely. A valiant effort but he just couldn't keep himself up today. Nor could he really keep his eyes open either.

"You're going to let them almost kill you, just like that?" Barty stared at him, then reached over to pull him up. "Come on then. To your room, while everyone's at dinner."

He waved to Theta. "Give me a hand?"

Theta walked over, while even the last of the other boys got lost. "Koschei? Koschei, are you..." He frowned, carefully, tenderly touching his friend's face. "You need a doctor."

"Too bad. All he has is us. Can you walk?"

"I don't always wear teletubby boxers," Koschei said almost instantly, seeming unable to process anything that made sense right now. He just wanted to explain his embarrassment so Theta understood. And didn't laugh at him later. Though the words were hard to understand, they came out with a mumble and a mouth full of blood. His lip had been rather harshly busted. "And it's not that small, it's just so cold."

Not sure if he could actually walk, the Master made a noble effort to move, not quite able to see and his legs not really working. They just sort of dangled awkwardly, unable to work properly.

This wasn't how be pictured his day turning out.

"Are we there yet?" he asked, desperate to stop and lie down. He didn't think he could go much further. And he'd barely gotten off the field as it was! Oh, this was it, the finale straw. He was going to put an end to this, he was going to kill them all. It's all he wanted any more.

"Go hold the door open. I'm going to try carrying him some."

Theta hesitated at first, but then he did walk ahead the few steps, after making sure that Koschei wasn't falling over. Barty held him in both arms now, thanking the heavens for the growth spurt he had hit earlier this year, finally, and the fact that apparently Koschei was still waiting on his.

"They're stylish. The boxers. And, hey, under the circumstances it wasn't small at all." He could throw him a bone, couldn't he? Especially since he doubted Koschei was even really listening.

He managed to lift him, carefully, although he had his doubts over how far he could take him.

"Don't pass out, Koschei. You have to stay with me, I'm not sure how bad your head was hit. Concussion, definitely."

By the time they reached the door, Theta had somehow managed to organize a wheelbarrow. Strange, but, well. It'd do. Together they managed to get Koschei inside.

"Watch his face. Don't let him close his eyes for long."

Well, this was a weird day. He'd been beaten, stripped, embarrassed and push around in a wheelbarrow. Surely he got some sort of reward for weirdest life experience ever? Still, he tried to what Barty said and keep himself awake, not wanting to fall asleep and end up in a coma or something.

He had far too much homework for that. And besides, he had to start formulating a plan. this was the last straw, he couldn't live like this any more. Afraid, nervous and hurting. He felt revolting, being so much less than everyone else.

Koschei had to show them he was worth more. He wanted to see them all writhe at his feet. They'd pay for hurting Theta.

"I don't really want to stay away," Koschei admitted, raising one very unsteady hand to rub at his face. It really hurt to touch it but he was trying to get a good feeling of how damaged it was. Who seriously beat up a guy tied to a goal post? That was way over the line. "My ears are ringing."

It was nice, they accompanied the drums quite well. Like some sort of horrible song.

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