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chapter 3

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Morty choked out a pained breath as he held his arms over his abdomen where Ivan had hit him. He hoped his ribs weren't broken. Ivan was really strong, and his punches hurt - a lot.

He felt like he could barely breathe. His vision spun a little, even though he had hardly had anything to drink. He even felt a little bit like he might throw up. Maybe just being hit so hard three times was enough to disorient him. As Morty struggled to get his breathing back in order and to keep from loudly and embarrassingly sobbing in pain, he noticed Ivan closing back in on him.

"Ivan, don't!" Morty choked, shrinking back and shielding himself with his arms as Ivan reached down toward him. The older boy grabbed his arm and pulled him back up to his feet, only to immediately shove him hard toward the ground. Morty landed painfully, not even bothering to try to stand up. Ivan would probably just push him back down again.

Morty curled himself into a ball, shielding his face and head with his hands as best as he could when he felt feet kicking him on his back and chest. He wasn't sure whose feet... maybe both of the older boys. It certainly felt like a lot of kicks in a short time. The kicks hit his arms and legs when as he made himself as small as possible. It protected all the most important parts of him from being injured, but it still really, really hurt.

"Stop!" Morty whimpered. "...I'll drink it! Guys, I'll j-just drink it, okay? Please!" He choked painfully. "I-I'll drink it... J-just stop! Please stop!"

He heard laughter, then felt hands on his arms, dragging him up, pulling him along toward the side of the building, then slamming his back against the bricks. "You think this is all about you saying no to a drink?" Ivan smirked as he held Morty against the wall.

Morty groaned in pain from being kicked and punched in the stomach and stuck his lower lip out into a pout. "W-what?" He breathed.

"Did you really think Jessica would date you?" Theo laughed from the side.

Morty frowned and looked down. He did think she might. After they said she was tired of typical jock guys, a hopeful part of him wondered if she really was looking for a boy like Morty instead.

"Did you really think we wanted to be friends with you just because your grandpa does all that weird science shit? It's not cool, Morty. It's dumb and weird, and you don't even do it. He does." Theo went on.

"J-just let me go then... I w-won't ask her..." Morty's voice shook. He knew this was all too good to be true. Why was he so fucking naive, when it was obvious even to him the whole time? Morty knew better. He knew Rick was right about this, but he got stupid and cocky and believed it anyway. Why was he so fucking dumb?

"We knew you wouldn't ask her." Ivan laughed. "You stare at her, trying to build up the courage. I see you almost walk up to her and then lose your nerve all the damn time. I don't care if you fucking ask her. She's not gonna say yes. I don't give a shit what you do."

"Th-then what do you want?" Morty spoke in a low voice.

Ivan simply laughed as he stared silently down at him. Morty looked up toward Theo, who also wasn't answering. What did they want? Just to embarrass him and hurt him for no real reason?

"Hold him down, Ivan." Theo suggested, bringing the bottle of alcohol toward Morty again. "Open up." He demanded.

Morty shrunk down and shook his head. "No!" He breathed. If he let them get him drunk - especially now when they just flat out told him this had all been a trick - something horrible would happen. They'd leave him somewhere he was unfamiliar with, make him get lost, maybe arrested... He couldn't allow this to happen.

"Open up. Now. Or I'm going to hurt you." Theo growled.

Morty frowned and looked past Ivan and Theo, back toward the basketball court, then to either side. Everyone else had gone home. The school parking lot the juniors and seniors used was practically empty - except for Theo's and Ivan's cars. No one was going to help him... Even if there were other people here, still no one would probably help him. People tended to be selectively blind to things like this.

"Drink." Theo demanded again, pressing the bottle up to Morty's lips. "Open up. Now."

Morty shook his head, then whimpered softly when he saw anger flit across Theo's face as the older boy balled his hand into a fist and slammed it down hard against Morty's ribs, not once, not even twice, but three times.

Morty felt like his vision was clouded over by a thin, grey veil as he struggled to breathe. As he wheezed and squeezed his eyes shut, he felt a hand gripping a fist of his hair and holding his head back, then felt the cold glass bottle forced against his lips, spilling the awful, burning liquid into his mouth.

Coughing, Morty tried to reach his hands up to push the bottle away, but someone was holding them down. So he settled on spitting the alcohol back out, clearly angering one of the boys quite a bit of the very hard punch against the side of his head that followed was any indication.

Morty lay panting on the ground, curling himself into a ball and trying to stop himself from audibly sobbing. He was in a lot of pain, and felt disoriented from the amount of alcohol that had managed to get down his throat. Of course he also felt the emotional hurt and betrayal that always came along with someone pretending to be someone's friend as a cruel joke.

"Take off his pants." Theo's voice suggested from somewhere nearby.

Morty's eyes shot open when he felt hands on his hips. "Wh-what? N-no! Don't!" He shouted, grabbing desperately at the hands grabbing at his jeans and trying to push them away. "Don't touch me! Fucking stop!" Morty cried, thrashing and kicking. "Ivan, don't!"

"Stop moving." Ivan growled, ripping the button off of Morty's jeans and tearing the garment downward.

"Please, don't!" Morty sobbed, unable to keep himself from being outwardly upset any longer. He didn't want to actually cry in front of the older boys, but now he was more than hurt. He was completely terrified.

Theo grabbed his arms and held him down against the ground as Ivan wrestled his pants down his legs, pulling them, and his shoes off and tossing them to the side.

"Ivan, please!" Morty breathed, squeezing his eyes closed fearfully as he felt hands on his shirt next, pulling the garment up over his torso, easily ripping it off of him in one swift motion. "Stop! Please!" Morty sobbed, hugging his arms around his stomach and shivering once he was able.

"Bring the tape." Ivan spoke to Theo, completely ignoring Morty's pleas as he grabbed the younger boy by his arms and hauled him up off the ground, dragging him across the school's parking lot and toward the front of the building, where the main doors, bike rack, and flag pole were.

Morty felt that a small part of him was actually relieved when they just threw his clothes to the side and dragged him on to the next thing. For a moment, when they were pulling off his pants, pinning him to the ground... his mind took him to a very dark place. Ivan and Theo's taunts and threats had never been sexual in the past. They only ever shoved him, kicked him, hit him, knocked his books out of his hands, pushed him into lockers or spilled things on him... But why take off his pants?

In that moment, Morty feared the worst, but they didn't linger on it. Theo was holding him down. Ivan easily took his clothes. They could have done it if they wanted. They were both strong enough that it wouldn't have even been difficult for them. But they didn't even seem to think of it. That wasn't what they wanted, fortunately. Maybe they just wanted him to be cold and embarrassed. That completely fucking sucked, but compared to what he feared in that moment, it was preferable.

Morty was mostly compliant as Ivan dragged him over to the flag pole. It wasn't until Theo started pulling at a roll of duct tape and Ivan wrestled Morty's arms back around the pole and behind him that Morty started to panic again. They were going to tape him up to the pole? They were going to leave him here, practically naked? Taped to the flag pole? It was kind of cold out, and was only going to get colder. He didn't want to be stuck here for who knew how long...

"Stop!" Morty breathed, starting to struggle again, rather uselessly. "Ivan, no! Theo, stop! Don't do this!" He pleaded, trying to pull his arms away as Ivan held them down in a firm, painful grip and Theo wrapped a huge sum of tape around his wrists.

"Stop fucking moving." Ivan growled as he grabbed Morty's neck once his hands were secure.

Morty let out a small, choking breath, squeezing his eyes shut as Ivan squeezed his large hand around the younger boy's throat. Morty couldn't even reach up to try to stop him. His hands were secured firmly behind him. "Ivan-" Morty squeezed weakly."Stop... I ca-can't breathe..." He whispered.

Ivan let out a somewhat shaky breath as he stared angrily down at Morty and lessened his grip around Morty's neck. "Stop fighting back." He demanded in a low, almost growling voice.

Morty swallowed and held his breath as he stared up at Ivan, who glared right back. "W-why are you doing this?" Morty breathed.

Ivan smirked and shrugged. "Because we can, Morty... Because you're an embarrassment to yourself and to the school and you fucking deserve it."

Morty frowned and sniffed back tears. He didn't think he deserved it. Sure, he was kind of weird and awkward and people didn't seem to exactly like him... But he didn't do anything mean to anyone. He wasn't a bully or really very arrogant... He didn't deserve to be hurt and embarrassed. He didn't think so at least.

Ivan laughed, taking the bottle of alcohol from Theo and shoving the top up toward Morty's lips. "Now open that dumb little mouth and take a long, hard drink, or I'm gonna shove the end of this bottle up your ass. Make you drink it that way."

Morty felt his breath hitch in his throat as Ivan held the bottle up in front of his face. Would he really do that? Was he being literal? Was it even possible to shove a bottle up someone's butt? He certainly didn't want to find out.

"It'll fit, Morty." Theo laughed from behind him, walking around and staring down at Morty with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "And its a legit way to get drunk if you're into that sorta thing. I've seen videos of it on the internet."

"You have?" Morty stared with wide eyes and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "W-why? Wh-why would you watch that?"

"So we know what to do to little shits like you who don't fucking do what we say." Ivan glared back. "You better drink it - and don't spit it back up. If you don't want it broke off in your asshole, you fucking do what we say."

Morty swallowed as he stared with wide eyes down at the bottle in front of him. He didn't want them to do what they were threatening to do. That would hurt so fucking bad, and be so god damned embarrassing. He wondered if they really would try to do that if he just refused to drink it. Maybe they were bluffing, but it was kind of not something he wanted to risk.

"Open up." Ivan smirked, pressing the end up the bottle up against Morty's lips. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather drink it through my mouth." He laughed.

Morty felt his lip tremble as tears stung at his eyes, but he didn't seem to have a choice. It was either drink it, or be assaulted with it. So he opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and let Ivan pour the awful, burning liquid down his throat.

It was difficult not to choke the liquid right back up, but Morty kind of held his breath and forced himself to swallow as Ivan poured the burning, painful liquid into his mouth. After what felt like ages, the older boy finally tilted the bottle back up, leaving Morty gasping pained breaths as silent tears streamed down his cheeks.

Morty groaned an exhausted breath and let his head slump forward as he felt hands winding tape around his ankles. He wasn't even sure which of the older boys was doing which thing now. The other hands were wrapping tape around his stomach, securing him to the flag pole in yet another location. He was going to be really, really stuck here.

He wasn't sure how much they had forced him to drink, whether it was a dangerous amount or not... He knew it wasn't safe to binge-drink, especially not hard alcohol like what they'd forced on him. He hoped he didn't die from this... But he felt a little more coherent than maybe he would have if he were dangerously drunk. He wasn't passed out, wasn't vomiting... So it couldn't be that bad, right?

Morty let out a soft whimper as he felt one of his bullies grab his head, pressing it back and wrapping tape around his neck and the flag pole, further securing him to it, and also kind of almost choking him.

"Pl-" Morty coughed, closing his tired eyes. "Please st-" He breathed.

"Please what now? Stop?" Theo laughed, ripping the tape and securing the last bit of it around his neck, then clapping a hand over Morty's chest.

"I can't believe you thought we wanted to be friends with you." Ivan laughed. "Are you like legit fucking stupid? You remember all the times I've treated you like actual shit, right?"

Morty felt tears in his eyes, but refused to open them. He just wanted them to leave. If they were going to leave him here to be found by a faculty member tomorrow morning, he just wanted them to go - now.

"And you thought Jessica would actually go to the dance with you?" Theo noted. "She may see you as non-threatening, but damn... A fuckin' rat's non-threatening too. So is an actual fucking piece of dog shit. Non-threatening doesn't mean appealing. Just means you're nothing. You're shit. She's not gonna sink that low. You're tiny and dumb and weird-looking." He laughed. "Jesus Christ, Morty... Are you serious? You really thought she'd say yes to you?"

Morty felt himself shaking. It was cold. He also felt fairly numb and disoriented. He wished he had listened to Rick. Maybe they'd be close to death somewhere on some weird planet. Maybe they'd be being chased by someone or something, being shot at... But at least Rick would be there to defend him. No one was here to help him now.

"You ignoring us now, Mort?" Ivan breathed, grabbing Morty's shoulder and squeezing.

Morty let out a soft breath, flinching under the older boy's hand, but still keeping his eyes closed. He just wanted them to leave. They'd already forced him to drink, hit him, kicked him, took his clothes, told him he was about as useful as a piece of shit... Why didn't they just go?

"You gonna ignore this?" Theo laughed and Morty felt hands on his hips again, grabbing at the material of his underwear - the only article of clothing other than socks he was covered with.

Morty gasped and his eyes shot open as he tried to shrink away. "St-stop! Th-theo, pl-please..." He slurred, feeling and hearing tears in his voice. He couldn't even reach down to try to stop the older boy. He couldn't thrash or kick or hit. He couldn't fucking move. "P-please don-don't..." Morty stuttered, his voice shaking and teeth chattering from the cold and his fear.

"What do you think I'm gonna do?" Theo whispered as he slowly pulled the underwear down Morty's thighs.

Morty struggled with his taped up wrists and ankles. He was secured so firmly to the flag pole. He couldn't move. He let out a soft sob and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to witness whatever the older boys did to him next.

"Hmm? Do you think we're gonna do something really fucked up?" Theo breathed, leaning down close to Morty's face as he tugged the undergarment down even more.

Morty choked out a shaking sob. "Th-theo... Please d-don't.. I'm sor-sr-sorry... W-whatever I d-did..." He stuttered and stumbled over his words. Morty closed his eyes again as tears rolled down his cheeks. Theo was still pulling his underwear down, laughing as he did so. Morty wasn't sure what the older boy's plan was. Maybe it was still just to embarrass him. Maybe it was something more.

"Do you think we're gonna rape you, Morty?" Theo smirked as he let the underwear remain half-way down the younger boy's thighs and stood back up to his full height. "You think we'll grab your dick or turn you around and shove something up your ass?"

Morty's lip trembled as tears spilled down his cheeks. "I d-don't know..." He whispered.

Ivan let out a loud laugh at that point, making Morty flinch and sob even harder. How the hell could they possibly think this was funny? Why would they delight in hurting and scaring him?

"He does think so!" Ivan laughed. "Look at him! He's fuckin' terrified!"

Morty squeezed his eyes shut and shrunk down, still crying and breathing shaking breaths. He was pretty sure at this point they were just trying to scare and embarrass him, but how could he know for sure? They taped him up so that he couldn't move and pulled down his underwear. If they wanted to do something, they certainly were in the position to do so.

"You're so fucking pathetic, Morty." Theo noted. "If a girl won't fuck you, why the hell would we? You seriously think we're into ramming stuff up people's asses? Jesus Christ..."

Morty inhaled a small breath and flinched when he felt something touch his chest. He smelled something too - something strong... A permanent marker? He blinked his eyes open, looked down, and stuck his lip out in a pout when he realized Theo was writing something on his chest with a sharpie.

Silently, Morty watched, reading upside down what the other boy was writing. 'Tiny Dick' with an arrow pointing down. Morty felt his shoulders slump.

Ivan started laughing even more when he saw what his friend wrote. "Oh my god! It is tiny! Like the fuckin' smallest little pencil dick... Probably not even... More like a crayon." He scoffed, staring down between Morty's legs and then bursting into another loud fit of laughter. "And the whole school gets to see it tomorrow morning. Bet you'll piss yourself by then. Good thing we took your pants so they don't get wet." He laughed, walking over and raising the bottle of alcohol up over Morty and spilling what was left of it over the smaller boy's head.

Morty shivered and shrunk down as the cold liquid dripped down through his hair and over his shoulders, chest, and legs. It smelled so strong. It made him want to throw up.

"Did you really think we were gonna rape you?" Theo laughed as he leaned down close to Morty's face.

Morty inhaled a sharp breath and shrunk down. Why wouldn't he think that? Theo was the one who brought it up... While he was pulling down Morty's underwear. He even went into graphic detail. Why wouldn't Morty have been completely fucking terrified by that question?

"God, that's gross..." Theo frowned. "Funny that you thought we would though... Seriously? You thought we'd want that? You projecting, Morty? I'll bet he is." He looked over toward Ivan, then back at Morty. "You wanted us to fuck you up the ass with something? We still have the bottle..."

Morty felt his lip trembling. His whole body was, in fact. He wished he could at least reach down and pull his underwear back up. He was very, very aware that it was still most of the way down his thighs. Theo was still talking about raping him. Whether he actually planned to or not remained unclear, but he certainly was talking about it a lot.

Theo frowned as he stared down between Morty's legs again. "Well, Jessica certainly wouldn't be interested in that tiny thing." He laughed.

Ivan laughed too. "He like hardly has any hair down there either. It's like he's a little fuckin' kid."

"That'd make us pedos if we raped him." Theo laughed. "Like he wanted."

"Yeah, he did probably want it." Ivan laughed. "Not gonna get laid any other way."

Morty squeezed his eyes shut, trying to make himself less dizzy, and also hoping he'd finally pass out. Maybe he'd actually die from alcohol poisoning and would never have to deal with the rest of this - with someone from school finding him, asking questions, seeing him completely naked...

"Well, maybe he wants it, but I fuckin' don't. See ya in the morning, dumbfuck." Ivan laughed, tossing the glass bottle to the ground so that it broke at Morty's feet, causing Morty to flinch, gasp, and open his eyes at the sound.

"Don't worry, kid." Theo smirked. "Half the school has smaller dicks than you. Just the girls, but still... That's half."

Both of the older boys laughed as they walked off. Morty was glad they were leaving, but he wasn't safe yet. This wasn't over for him.

Morty frowned and watched through his tears as the other two boys walked away, leaving him all alone, almost completely naked, cold, shivering, drenched in alcohol and taped to the flag pole where everyone would see him the next day, assuming no one in his family would come looking for him first.

Morty closed his eyes and breathed out a shaky breath. He still felt sick from the alcohol. He felt dizzy and breathless. He hoped no one in his family found him like this. Somehow he'd maybe rather be embarrassed in front of the whole school. He didn't want his family to know what a fucking loser he was. Especially not Rick.

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