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The Quidditch Captains shake hands, each trying to pulverise the other's hand. Madam Hooch's whistle breaks off their competition, and the Quidditch teams both mount their brooms. Still in the front of their teams, the Captains glare at each other.
"Good luck", Marcus Flint mutters, glaring across the gap separating him and his opponent.
The whistle cuts through the air again. Oliver Wood kicks his broom off the ground, rising above Flint.
"I don't think we'll need luck", he says, shooting to the Gryffindor goals.
The game lasts less than half an hour. The teams land on the ground; the Gryffindor teams swamped by supporters, the Slytherin team staring gloomily at the ground.
As the Gryffindor supporters carry the team to the locker rooms, Wood turns back to look at Flint.
"I told you so", he says, winking at the Slytherin Captain.
The Gryffindor Quidditch locker rooms are now nearly empty; only one shower is still running. One player remains, singing softly to himself as he washes off the soap lathered onto his body. This noise covers the sound of approaching footsteps. Wood only becomes aware of his visitor when the rough voice reaches his ears.
"I thought I would find you here", says Flint, his gravelly voice just audible over the shower.
Wood spins around to glare at the Slytherin Captain.
"Flint", Wood growls. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"
Wood turns off the tap, and grabs a towel to cover himself. Silence solidifies between the two Captains; the birds have stopped singing, even the wind has stopped rustling leaves for that second. Flint takes a step forward. Wood holds his ground.
"I just decided to drop by", Flint answers nonchalantly.
"If you're thinking of intimidating me, you can think again", Wood says. "I'm not scared of you."
Flint takes another step forwards. The two Quidditch Captains are now standing face to face; a couple of centimetres separates them. Wood glares at his opponent, daring him to try something. For a few moments, neither one moves. Then Flint leans in and presses his lips against Wood's.
For a second, Wood doesn't react; he can't react. Then he jumps back, away from the Slytherin Captain.
"What are you doing?" Wood shouts, half angry, half shocked. "You can't just kiss people without asking them!"
Flint shrugs, not caring.
"You didn't seem to complain when I was kissing you", Flint replies.
Flint approaches Wood again. A glint in Flint's eye seems to startle Wood, and he stumbles back. Wood hits the wall with a thunk. He hesitates, but by then, he has left it too late. Flint's big hands rest on either side of Wood's torso. Leaning in, Flint recaptures Wood's mouth with his own. Wood tries to push Flint away, but like his name, Flint seems to be made of stone, and nothing Wood does lets him escape. With nowhere to go, Wood has not option but to tolerate the kiss.
When Flint pulls away, currently satisfied, Wood ducks down, trying to wriggle out under one of Flint's arms. But Flint is ready for him, and grabs Wood before he can escape.
"Where do you think you're going?" Flint asks, his voice carrying a menace of pain and punishment if he isn't obeyed.
Wood puts on a brave face, and looks into Flint's eyes, which are way to close for Wood's comfort.
"I'm getting out of here", Wood explains, speaking slowly, as if he is explaining a basic concept to an idiot. "I don't know what your plan is, and frankly, I don't want to know."
"I've got an offer for you", Flint says. "Let's play a game."
Wood narrows his eyes, as if he is trying to find out what Flint's hiding.
"What game?"
"I want to make a bet with you. In a few weeks, Ravenclaw are playing Hufflepuff. They've both been playing well this year, so it will be a close match. I propose that on the day of the match, we bet on who will win. If I'm right, then I get to do whatever I want with you for the rest of the day. If you win, then you get to do whatever you want with me. How does that sound?"
Wood is still eyeing Flint, trying to work of the Slytherin's game.
"Fine", Wood says finally. "If it means you'll leave me alone, then I'll play along."
Flint smiles, and Wood shivers at the ferocity and cunning that he can see in it. He had never realised that Flint had that in him. Without another word, Flint turns from Wood, and strides out of the locker room, leaving a bemused Gryffindor in his wake.
Unsurprisingly, Wood promptly forgets about his conversation with Flint; he is too busy –occupied with his own Quidditch training, and the amount of work that's beginning to pile up. He is surprised, then, when an unfamiliar owl lands in front of him on the say of the Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match. Wood frowns at the owl, which hoots angrily at him, and sticks out its leg. Wood unwraps the parchment from it, and reads the simple message in messy, but legible, writing:
"Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?"
Immediately, Wood recalls his discussion with Flint in the locker room. The owl pecks Wood's finger, and Wood realises that the owl is waiting for a reply. He takes a quill and inkpot from his bag, and, after a moment's pause for thought, circles "Hufflepuff". He can play along with Flint. After all, what could he do? Wood ties the parchment back onto the owl's leg, and the owl flies off huffily. Wood tries to keep track of the owl within the cloud of owls, but fails. He does catch sight of Flint's self-satisfied smile as he leaves the Great Hall to go to the Quidditch Pitch.
It is a hard-fought game. Both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are evenly matched, and it's only the timely catch of the Snitch by the Ravenclaw Seeker that finished the game with a Ravenclaw win.
Wood exits the Quidditch stadium with the other spectators, celebrating just for the sake of it, when he notices he has company. Flint is grinning at Wood.
"Ravenclaw won", he says. "You know what that means?"
"The Hufflepuffs aren't going to be very happy?" Wood replies, unsure of where this is going.
"Well, yes. But also, you're my slave for the rest of the day!"
Flint cackles as Wood stares at him.
"Come on", Wood says. "That was a joke, wasn't it?"
They are now passing through the Entrance Hall. Flint drags Wood to a broom cupboard, and pushes him in, entering in afterwards. In the gloom of the cupboard, Wood can barely see Flint, but he can hear him, loud even over the hubbub outside.
"Listen here", Flint says, his voice low and fierce. "We made a bet. And to me, a bet's a bet, no matter whether you made it in jest. I won. So, you can either follow through with our deal, or I'll just let slip what happened between us a few weeks ago in the Quidditch locker rooms."
Wood feels himself go pale, and even though Flint can't see his face, Wood knows that Flint is aware of his indecision.
"You wouldn't!" Wood says, trying to keep any tremor out of his voice.
Flint smiles, his white teeth glinting savagely in the half-light.
"Try me", he replies.
When the coast is clear, Flint drags Wood out of the cupboard, and up a few flights of stairs. Wood follows meekly, afraid to do anything to annoy his blackmailer. After passing down a few corridors, Flint stops outside a closed door. He pushes Wood in front of him into the deserted classroom, locking the door behind him. Wood turns to glare at Flint.
"Ok", Wood says savagely. "What do you want to do with me?"
Flint doesn't reply; he grins wolfishly, and shoves Wood. Wood crashes into a desk, overbalances, and lands hard on the floor. In a flash, Flint is kneeling on Wood, keeping the Gryffindor Keeper pinned down.
"Stop talking", Flint growls.
Wood opens his mouth to speak, but Flint covers Wood's mouth with his hand. Wood splutters, but stays silent.
"Here's some rules", he says. "You don't speak unless I let you speak. If you don't do anything I say, I will punish you."
Flint grins at Wood. When the Gryffindor Captain doesn't reply, Flint gets off Wood. Wood remains on the ground, glaring at Flint. But Flint is in between himself and the door, so unless Wood can distract Flint, he won't be able to escape from the psychopathic Slytherin. Flint looks at Wood for a few more seconds before speaking again.
"Strip."
"Excuse me!?" Wood says disbelievingly.
Immediately, Flint pouces. Before Wood had a chance to move away, Flint has lifted Wood up by the scruff of his neck. Although Wood is well built and strong, he is nothing in comparison to the Slytherin Captain. Wood hangs in the air, his feet just not touching the ground. Flint shoves Wood into a desk, knocking the wind out of him. One hand holds Wood in place with a vice-like grip. Flint's other hand swings back, and… Wham!
A blow hits Wood on his arse. Wood is unprepared, and yelps loudly. Flint swings again, landing another blow on Wood's arse. Flint's power is tremendous, and after Flint has completed ten smacks, Wood is sure that he'll never be able to sit on a broom again. Wood sighs in relief when Flint gives his a respite, but his sigh dies in his mouth when Flint leans forward, his body lying over Wood's, his mouth centimetres from Wood's ear.
"This is what happens if you disobey me", Flint says, his voice deadly quiet.
Wood gulps, but wisely stays silent.
"Now, I asked you to strip. So, strip."
Flint lets go of Wood, and Wood slumps over the desk, happy that Flint's perverse punishment is over. But he knows that Flint will continue with his punishment if he doesn't comply. Wincing, Wood stands up. He looks at Flint, catches sight of his smug, self-satisfied grin, and turns away. Quickly, with little ceremony, Wood strips off his clothes. He stands there, his hands covering his cock and balls, refusing to look at the Slytherin. Flint chuckles at Wood's embarrassment. Wood flushes, but still refuses to look up.
"Look at me!" Flint orders. When Wood doesn't move, Flint adds, "Now!"
Wood looks up to stare into the laughing face of the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.
"Come on", Flint says to Wood. "There's no need to cover yourself. I've already seen your cock."
Wood doesn't move, but his face flushes a deeper red.
"That was an order", Flint adds.
Reluctantly, Wood moves his hands away from his cock, already semi-hard. Flint laughs out loud.
"Oh, look at this", he says, gloating. "The one and only Oliver Wood – getting hard from being spanked and forced to strip!"
Still chuckling to himself, Flint strips as well, so that both Quiddith Captains are fully naked. Flint grabs one of Wood's hands, pulling it towards him so that it rests on his cock. Flint stops chucking, and glares at Wood
"Give me a handjob", he orders.
Sullenly, Wood holds Flint's cock loosely in his hand, and begins to stroke it. Flint moans softly under his breath. Soon, Flint's cock is completely hard, and Wood's ministrations speed up.
After a few minutes, Flint pushes Wood away, and sits down. Eyeing the Gryffindor, Flint notices that Wood is now fully hard. He calls Wood over, and instructs him to kneel in front of him. Wood sits between Flint's knees, gazing up at the Slytherin Captain's huge cock.
"Well?" Flint asks eventually. "What are you waiting for?"
Wood looks blankly at Flint.
"Suck my cock!" Flint says.
Wood blanches, and tried to shuffle away.
"Where do you think you're going?" Flint asks. "You're still my slave for the moment. If I tell you to suck my cock, that's what you'll do!"
Without further ado, Flint reaches down, and pulls Wood's head towards his cock. Wood tries to pull away, but Flint is too strong. The Slytherin holds Wood's head in front of his cock, and Wood hesitantly pokes his tongue out and licks the head of Flint's cock. Flint moans appreciatively. Encouraged, Wood opens his mouth and begins to suck Flint's cock. Flint's hand falls limp by his side as he succumbs to the pleasurable sensations.
"You must have done this before", Flint says. "Else you're a natural. This is the best blowjob I've ever recieved."
For the next few minutes, Flint is nearly lost to the world, unaware of everything that is going on, except for the mouth on his cock. However, a sound disturbs Flint from his reverie. He glances down, and spots the source straight away. Wood is playing with his cock. With one fierce blow, Flint knocks Wood down.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks. "Did I give you permission to jerk off?"
"I—"
Flint knocks Wood over again.
"Did I say you could talk?"
Flint grabs Wood's hands and holds them behind his back. He grabs his wand from the table next to him, and points it at Wood's cock and balls. Wood tries to back away, but cannot. Ropes shoot out from Flint's wand, binding Wood's cock and balls tightly. Wood cries out in shock. Flint smiles at the Gryffindor Keeper.
"That will teach you to obey my orders", he says.
Flint pulls Wood back to his crotch, forcing him to continue giving him blowjob. After a while, Flint notices Wood trying to get himself off, again. But this time, Flint allows him to do so, knowing that the ropes tying his cock and balls will prevent Wood from cumming.
For a good twenty minutes this status quo continues – Wood sucking Flint's cock, while desperately trying (and failing) to get himself off. Finally, Flint lets put a low, guttural moan. He takes his cock out of Wood's mouth, strokes it a few times, and lets loose jets of cum, that spray onto Wood's face. Knowing what will happen if he doesn't let Flint have his fun, Wood stays still. Finally, Flint slumps onto the ground, exhausted.
With the last of his strength, Flint taps Wood's cock with his wand. Instantly, the ropes binding Wood's cock and balls vanish. Wood lets out a loud moan, before cumming himself.
Both Quidditch Captains lie on the ground in the empty classroom, naked, covered in sweat and cum. Flint is the first to recover. He gets up slowly, and gets dressed. As Wood begins to recover, Flint speaks.
"Thank you a great time", he says. "If you want more of that, you know where to find me."