Prologue
Fandom – South Park
Pairing – Crenny (Craig x Kenny)
Rating - M
Disclaimer – South Park completely belongs to Matt and Trey etc. I just wanted to elaborate more on Craig's apparent Catamite sexuality~
Warning – Ephebophilia, Drug Use, Abuse, Underage Drinking, Lots of Gay Sex?
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Craig Tucker stared down at the piece of paper he was currently scribbling on. He watched as the pen scratched over the A2 sized piece of lined paper. He was trying to block out the horrible sounds of his peers talking and yelling over one another's voices. His eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on his drawings middle finger.
"Don't forget to bring your maths homework in tomorrow Craig." Garrison's flamboyant voice interrupted Craig.
"Yes daddy." Craig absentmindedly sighed. The entire class suddenly fell silent. Craig looked up from his drawing before the loud cackling of Eric Cartman disturbed him further.
"BAHAHAHA! Craig called Garrison daddy!" Eric yelled out. The entire class burst into laughter. Craig's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he quickly stood up. He shoved all of his drawings and workbooks into his bag and then made a run for it. He ran out of the classroom and away from all of his laughing classmates. His head was throbbing and his body felt weak.
Later that day, a boy who had left that school a few years earlier had approached him. Craig had been hiding behind the school since he needed to catch the bus home with his younger sister. He always knew that if he hid behind the school long enough, he would show up. Craig could smell the guy from a mile away. As his reeking odor approached, Craig turned his back.
"Hello son." Kenny McCormick joked as he flopped down beside Craig.
"Fuck off." Craig huffed. He crossed his arms and faced the other direction. Kenny just chuckled and leaned against Craigs back. He stared off into the distance and glared at his knees. Craig brought his knees up to his chest then wraped his arms around his legs. He rested his chin on his knees and sighed. He looked down and watched as that exhale formed a little cloud.
"What's up your ass?" Kenny asked with a playful smirk. Craig sat in silence. Kenny turned his head to look over Craigs shoulder. Craig didn't look back despite the fact he could feel Kenny's gaze on him. Kenny just shrugged and stood up. He kicked Craig and stuffed his hands into his orange parka pockets. He could feel something weird in there but he easily ignored it. "Still coming over tonight?" Kenny asked.
"It's your turn to come to my place." Craig blankly responded as he closed his eyes. He silently wished for Kenny to dissapear although he secretly wanted the blond to lean on him again. Kenny just nodded then walked off. After a few silent moments, Craig turned to watch as Kenny walked away from him. He walked down to the side of the school, and then he dissapeared behind the brick yellow walls. Craig just sighed and slowly stood up himself. He was too embarassed to return to class so he decided to walk home. His sister would just have to deal.
Craig enjoyed the silence. The unrealistic silence of South Park. The walk home felt so tranquil. It was like the embarassment of that day barely existed. As his feet trudged through the snow, his mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts. Especially ones he didn't want to think about.
The teenager walked up to his house and let himself in. The house was empty since both his parents worked. He took his shoes off and headed straight up to his bedroom. He positioned himself in a reasonably comfortable area on his bed and closed his eyes. He was so tired. His body ached. His mind ached. Everything ached.
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Knock knock knock knock knock.
Five knocks to Craigs bedroom door had him sit up as fast as he could. He looked at the time then noticed school was well and truly finished. He gulped and wriggled to sit on the edge of his bed. His feet were firmly placed on the grouns and his hands were in his lap. After a few moments the door opened and Kenny stepped in.
"I thought you had fallen asleep," Kenny chuckled as he closed the door.
"I was waiting for you." Craig monotonously responded. Kenny shook his head back and forth while he tutted.
"I haven't given you permission to speak yet." He walked in and started to unzip his parka. His blond hair was freed and so was his pale skin. Kenny folded the orange material and put it on Craig's desk. Craig could smell Kenny from where he was sitting. He could smell that Kenny had showered before coming into his room. Craig knew that Kenny probably used his bathroom when he arrived.
Craig just nodded and sat in silence. Kenny untucked his white singlet from his pants and then walked over to the bed. He grabbed Craig's face with his thumb and index finger. This caused him to squash the boy's lips and cheeks between his fingers.
"You were a naughty boy today. Calling someone else Daddy." Kenny spat as he pushed Craig's head away from him. He had heard about the incident from one of his friends. "You're still clothed." The twenty-one year old stated.
"I didn't have time to undress," Craig flatly stated. Kenny glared at him before his hand angrily stroke forwards. He harshly slapped Craig's face then leaned very close to him. He pressed his forehead to Craig's.
"I told you to not speak." His voice was low and serious. Craig blankly stared at Kenny. His face was heating up from where Kenny had slapped him. This had been going on every night this week. Craig was exhausted and was in no mood for Kenny's dominance. Craig's hollow eyes stared right into Kenny's for a good minute before Kenny stepped back. Craig hoped that he would just leave, but instead he begun to unbutton his pants.
"You've been a naughty boy lately Craig…" Kenny sensually said. Craig looked at Kenny and realised that the poor blond boy was actually angry. Very angry. He could tell by the fact Kenny had used his name in this scenario. Craig almost spoke, but instead he was forced down onto the bed by an almost naked Kenny. The only item of clothing that remained on the blond was his singlet.
Kenny sat on Craig's stomach, his back hunching as he leaned down to stare at Craig some more. Kenny smelt of Craig's soap, which made a weird warm sensation swell in the pit of Craig's stomach. Kenny's bright eyes felt dark, and Craig couldn't look away from them. He could feel the tension that had started to grow between them deepen.
"You're meant to please your Daddy. Not irritate him." Kenny slurred as he leaned down to gently brush his lips over Craig's. Craig's lips parted and he tried to sit up, but the weight of Kenny's body on his abdomen held him down. Craig closed his eyes to avoid Kenny's piercing gaze.
"Look at Daddy when he's talking to you." Kenny's strict voice made Craig blink his eyes open.
"I don't want to do it today." Craig gruffly stated.
"Why not?" Kenny asked with partial sincerity.
"Not in the mood. Go home." Craig wished he could have rolled away from Kenny or something but the blond was holding him down effortlessly. Which meant he was going nowhere.
"No." Kenny leaned forwards again. This time he pressed his lips to Craig's and closed his eyes. Craig was his and only his, whether Craig liked it or not. "Please me before I leave." Kenny demanded. Craig looked at him then sighed. He sat up a little and made Kenny move more into his lap.
"How can I make Daddy feel good today?" he asked in the most innocent tone his nasally voice could muster A smirk grew on Kenny's face as he leaned closer to the boy.
"Touch me." He whispered.
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[Craig and Kenny had been in this same routine for at least a year now. To them it was only about sex. It was the only thing that mattered. They lived and breathed the touch of someone else's hand and the high of an orgasm. The eight year age gap didn't matter to them. Kenny was a horny dickhead who was looking for a tight submissive hole, and Craig was a secretly curious asshole who would do anything for a little touch. Disgustingly, they were the perfect match.]
Eric Cartman sat behind his computer screen with an evil smirk on his face. Eric stared at the words he had typed into the screen and he couldn't help but laugh. This whole thing was golden, and he was going to use his extensive knowledge on this subject to his best advantage. He leaned back in his desk chair then picked up his phone. He dialled a familiar number then chuckled.
"Hey. It's me. I'm almost done." Click. He hung up the phone then saved the document onto a USB stick. He shut the computer down then kissed the 8GB stick filled with revenge before he stood up and left the room.
TBC