Well, do I know where the hell this came from? Nope. I wish the plot bunnies would come and introduce themselves, instead of just leaving presents in my brain, cos this is kinda weird.

So… South Park fiction… am planning to make this have possibly four chapters. I don't want it to be a long one. I'm prepared to go over, but not much over.

So… Ummm, warnings: very graphic non con slash.

Oh! And also, Mr. Garrison is a Mr. Garrison, as in he has male genitals. I couldn't make any other south park character fit this, and Mr. Garrison was like the way I imagined it so I kinda had to use him.

I don't own South Park, I don't own anything. Don't sue me.

Also, I don't want any flamers. If you don't like slash and lots of it, don't read any further. I hate flamers!

"I know you want him Mr. Garrison. You can't deny it."

"I… alright I do want him. So what are you going to do about it?"

"He wants you too Mr. Garrison. But of course he can't admit it. However, I can get you into a situation where you can both fulfill your ultimate fantasies. Let me tell you what he would like."

There is a long pause as the boy tells the man exactly what he wants to hear.

"Very well Eric, you set all this up. I'll make sure you're rewarded for it."

Cartman sniggered evilly. He could finally get his ultimate revenge.

Kyle groaned and tried to open his eyes, only to shut them again an instant later. He cried out at the pain in his head and let it fall back , only to yell as it thunked against the wood of whatever it was he was laying on.

"Shut up Kyle. I will have no noise unless I specifically allow it. Do you understand me? Nod now."

Kyle shuddered. He'd never heard that tone in his old teacher's voice before. It scared the shit out of him. He nodded slowly, relieved that some of the pain had faded from his head. He thought it might be possible to open his eyes now.

Mr. Garrison smirked as Kyle slowly cracked open his eyes. The terror in them was immediately apparent. Obviously the boy had thought Mr. Garrison would go easy on him. This was going to be so much fun. He was so hard, he was afraid he wouldn't last.

"So," he said in a low voice. "You are going obey me. Very well. I will release you from this desk now, and you will strip for me." The boy winced, but nodded, and Mr. Garrison felt his cock give a little twitch.

Kyle cringed back as he felt the old man lean over him to untie him. He slid slowly off the desk, it appeared to be one of the teacher's desks from the elementary school. He knelt down, and slipped off his shoes, pulling his socks off after, then stood up again. Slowly he unbuttoned his coat and slid it off before stripping off his T-Shirt. He hesitated when he got to his belt. "Why are you doing this Mr. Garrison?" He asked in a quiet voice, and winced as the man reached for him. "you don't need to fake reluctance with me boy, I know you want it too." Kyle shook his head and cried out as Mr. Garrison slapped him across the face. "Alright, we'll play it your way." The man slapped him again. "Take your trousers off. Do it!"

Kyle whimpered, but obeyed, managing to pull his trousers and underwear off before his legs gave out and he sank to his knees. He regretted it immediately afterward though, as Mr. Garrison made a pleased sound. "Yes, I knew it was all an act. Very good. Now. Let me out and suck me."

This was too much, and Kyle jerked himself back. "No! What the hell am I doing here? Why are you doing this to me? I wanna go home, now!"

Mr. Garrison sank to his knees and twisted Kyle's arm up behind his back with surprising strength, keeping it there till the boy screamed in pain. "You will do as I tell you boy! Don't you think fighting me will only make it harder for you?" He shoved Kyle's face into his crotch. "And it's already hard enough!" the man released Kyle's arm when the boy stopped struggling, tears rolling down his face. "Now. Suck me."

Kyle whimpered softly but didn't protest. He unbuckled Mr. Garrison's belt, and made quick work of his clothes. The man was hard and dripping, Kyle had to suppress a shudder of revulsion as he lowered his face to it. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but could see no way out. He licked his lips, and took a deep breath, before lowering his mouth over Mr. Garrison's hardness.

The man let out a satisfied groan, which was immediately followed by a long moan. "Yes, yes Kyle, do it just like that! Go on, take me deeper, suck me harder, I need it…" his words trailed off into blissful moans as the boy sucked on his cock. All of a sudden Mr. Garrison pulled away. "That's enough of that for the moment, Kyle, we wouldn't want to get carried away now, would we?" He let out a laugh, and stripped off the rest of his clothes, before taking a fistful of Kyle's hair and pulling him up to plant a harsh, biting sucking kiss on the boy's lips. This accomplished, he tossed the boy in the direction of the desk. "Lean over that. End to end, and grasp the edge."

Kyle wanted to scream. He wanted to hit the man who was going to cause him so much pain. He wanted to kill him. Instead he took the few steps to the side of the desk, and, taking a deep breath, lay down across it, the wood digging into his hipbones as he reached out and took hold of the opposite edge. End to end, as instructed, not across the short length.


Mr. Garrison tch-tched. "Well, then. Perhaps you do like it rough. Getting a taste for it, are we, boy?" And Mr. Garrison set the head of his prick against Kyle's totally unstretched asshole and pushed into him.
Completely, wholly dry.
And no--that, Kyle was not accustomed to.
Mr. Garrison seemed to be scoring the thin walls of muscle as he pushed his way into Kyle's ass, as if he would pull out and bring Kyle's guts with him. "Fuck!" yelled Kyle. And then he started thrusting.

When, minutes later, Kyle's world had been reduced to a blood-black rasp of pain and an unending babble of stop, please, I'll do anything, just stop, it hurts, please, he was treated to the fresh discomfort of a hand tight in his hair, pulling his head up so that a voice could murmur, "I'm enjoying myself quite a lot, boy. And it's been such a long time since I've done anything like this, now, you can play along, co-operate with me like I know you want to, and I'll come very soon, or you can continue to fight me, and I can do this all night. What do you say?"

It was then that Kyle broke-- He begged, quite of his own volition.

"Please, M- Mr. Garrison, please, I swear I'll be good, I swear, I'll do whatever you want, just make it stop!"
The hand released his hair. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, until he realized that Mr. Garrison had sped up.

His low moan of "No. . ." almost, but not quite, drowned out the chuckle.

For the next five minutes, Kyle endured not only Mr. Garrison's prick thrusting in and out of his unlubricated ass, but also his taunts. The taunts were many, and varied: how much he must like this, to keep silent for so long, how sweet those moans and pleas sounded to the man's ears, how very delicious a fuck he was, particularly pinned face down like this, and he would have to make a point of doing that more often.

Eventually Mr. Garrison lost patience with prolonging his pleasure, and ended it, emptying himself inside Kyle, his noise of long-delayed satisfaction nearly a bark of laughter. His withdrawal was, as a result, marginally easier than his insertion had been. Kyle's eyes were so fogged with tears that when he lifted his head and tried to squint thorough them he wondered for a moment if he had been fucked blind.
He let out the smallest of moans, and slumped off the table as soon as Mr. Garrison levered himself off. He curled up in a little ball, ignoring the damp cloth that was dropped on his face.

"I'm leaving now boy. You've had your fun, clean yourself off and get the hell out of here. I don't want to hear that you've been telling anyone about this, alright? But from what I've been told, you won't say anything to anyone."

Kyle stared numbly up at the man. What he had been told? Well, what did it matter. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, refusing to speak.

Mr. Garrison sighed and left, ignoring the tears rolling down the boy's cheeks.

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