So, I'm doing a few changes to the Entity for Eternity norm, and I hope you like it ^u^. This chapters not really any different, but the next ones are going to be totally different in some major ways.

In which Stan feels like an introduction is needed.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park

Dominance was my thing.

I honestly think there's something wrong with me though. Being over and in full control of someone was the only way I can get truly turned on nowadays. Its not just fantasizing about being dominate over just whoever comes into mind though. Oh no, its way worse than that.

All of my fantasies have starred me being dominate over my super best friend Kyle Broflovski .

To tell the truth, I was no newbie in the field of sex. I've done it plenty of times with Wendy, but she hasn't given me what I want. More like what I so desperately need. All she wants is vanilla most of the time but sometimes, she lets me use handcuffs and that's it. But to me, the handcuffs are slightly below the halfway mark on what I wanna do.

Kenny's also a culprit in this, with his kinky as fuck porn websites and him going into very explicit detail about his latest sexcapade with some chick (or dude for that matter).

All it took was one video of two guys with a belt and handcuffs, and I hade a raging erection in my jeans before it was even halfway done. Kenny, being the person that he is, offered to 'help' me with my little dilemma, in which I quickly declined and excused myself to go take a cold shower. Now every time Kenny gets paid from the Seven11 he works at on the weekends, which is surprisingly a lot, he spends at least one third of it on me at the sex shop outside of town. He doesn't like giving them directly to me either, he likes to put them inside a gift bag in my locker.

Let me tell you, I've gotten some pretty nasty things from him too. Most of them include some collars, different flavors of lube, fuzzy and non fuzzy handcuffs, animals ears and a tail (in black, my favorite color for cats), numerous colors of ball gags and even a cock ring.

A fucking cock ring?

I'm lucky that no one goes into my room anymore, except for me. That would be a hell of a lot of questions I had to answer if somebody (God forbid Kyle, Cartman or worse, my dad) found my stash of filthy toys. Usually though, I keep them in my nightstand drawer.

While we're talking about me, let's start on another problem I have.

My fucking attraction to Kyle.

Ever since 8th grade, the thought of me and him being in a romantic relationship was always crammed in the back of my mind. Now that we're juniors, I can't get the fucking thought of it out of my head.

To me, and every other person in the universe, Kyle's the definition of perfect. Hell even Jesus, who still lives down the street, uses him as an example of the perfect child. From his blazing red hair that falls into cute thick ringlets that frame his face and that pale skin that makes it look like he's freaking glowing.

My top favorite things though (if I ever had to choose) are his eyes, which are the perfect shape of round and the perfect shade of jade, his lips, which are just begging for somebody to abuse them, and his ass, which is just begging to be grabbed by me. Bebe was damn right about his ass in elementary school. Plus, he always wears those jeans that hug his hips perfectly and leave most of the girls (and me) staring and drooling.

Don't get me wrong though, Kyle's personality is something to be praised heavily too. Always diligent and hardworking, caring and bold. That same fire he had still burns brightly inside, not to mention he's an all A student along with Wendy, Butters and Cartman.

Yes you read right, Cartman's an all A student.

I don't know, there's something about Kyle that makes me wanna handcuff him to the headboard and abuse him until he's a panting, writhing, begging mess underneath me.

Maybe its his stature. The way he only comes to my shoulder and yet, he's so proud and confident?

Maybe it's his wide jade eyes that always hold some form of challenging fire behind them. I can just imagine it now as I pull out one of the toys from my 'special' treasure box, also known as my nightstand drawer.

"Stan, what's that?"

Call me what you want, sick, perv, fag, I've heard it all before. All I know is that I'm Stan Marsh, captain of the South Park football team and oncoming junior, who can only get off on being the dominate one in bed, and is attracted to Kyle Broflovski.

Yep, there's no way I'm normal

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