Stan was on his way to meet Kyle before class. He had said earlier that Kyle needed to check his work...But alas, he would not make it.
All at once, a hand grabbed his foot and jerked him into a nearby closet. He tried to scream, but was silenced as he was drug into the dark space. As soon as he was inside the door slammed and the only light pouring through was in slits. His aggressor pinned him against the wall and hungrily devoured his lips. Stan tried to break free of his grasp; but a voice stopped his struggling.
"Scream and I'll gut you." The heated, gruff voice threatened.
Stan's eyes leaked tears as his attacker shredded his clothes bit by bit. Drops ran down his cheeks as he cried silently. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the dark.
"Aw, Stan! Damn it! I hate when you cry; can't you be more aggressive?" Said Eric Theodore Cartman.
Stan wiped his eyes and sighed irritated. "You organized the rape scenario! I can't think of a rapist who would do it in a school closet though. Maybe a dark alley would be better, dumbass!" He grumbled.
"I told you, I can't do it there! ...My mom said that's where whores hang out." He blushed mumbling.
"You would not be mistaken as a whore, dude. And just because you like Kyle, doesn't mean I'm going to act like him!" He stated angrily.
"Bleh! I don't like that sneaky Jew!" Eric heatedly denied.
"Uh huh, whatever. Can we continue?" Stan dead-panned.
Cartman smirked and leaned down. "Beg for it bitch." He commanded. Stan blushed and whined girlishly. "Please...Fuck Me!" Cartman pinned Stan down and proceeded to pound into him.
No one heard the moans or the sounds of "Make me your bitch, Master!" all the time they occupied the closet. Kyle would have to wait another day...
