I scraped off the filth from the back of my mind and put it into words, and I have no idea if ANYONE is going to be able to enjoy it, but fingers crossed anyhow.

WARNING, DANGER, BEWARE: Please, don't read if you're uncomfortable with voyeurism, bondage, violence, rape, mind control fetish, or scat. (I did cut out the bulk of the scat, but it's still prevalent enough to offend someone sensitive...) Seriously guys, no one's gonna blame you if you sit this one out.

And remember: always practice safe, consensual sex... use contraception... stay in school... And don't do drugs, drugs are bad, mmkay?

All of us were devastated when Kyle decided to leave town. Stan probably took it the hardest out of the four of us. He wouldn't speak to anyone for a few days, and there were lots of signs that he wasn't eating. Honestly I thought he was being selfish. Kyle probably had his reasons for not contacting any of us before jumping ship. And I know damn well that he wouldn't want anyone to hurt themselves over it. Stan should know that too, and respect his supposed best friend's wishes instead of pulling some stupid stunt because the attention wasn't on him for two seconds.

For how bad Stan was, Sheila was a million times worse. The note that Kyle left completely blamed her for his leaving. I hadn't personally seen her, but from what Ike told me, it was bad. She just sort of gave up. Stopped getting up in the morning, washing her clothes, or doing much of anything.

We saw a lot more of Ike around, because she didn't give a fuck what he did anymore. She was afraid of driving him away with her nagging too. I took it upon myself to keep an eye on the kid. He was pretty smart though; knew what crowds to stay away from even with his newfound freedom.

Cartman and I started to hang out more. With Stan going awol, and refusing to give us more than a passing glance, we were the only ones left to support one another. Cartman was calmer about the Kyle situation than I would've thought. It was probably just an act. Even if he didn't always show it, I knew he cared about Kyle.

Me and Cartman sat back to back under a big knotted tree. After Kyle left, almost three months ago now, Cartman and I made a habit of coming here to pass around a joint. Numbed the pain, I guess.

We bullshitted back and forth, talking openly about whatever was on our minds. Today I confided in him something more personal than usual. It had been really gnawing at me for a while. "It's been fucking forever since I had a good lay..." I mumbled, smoke puffing out of my mouth and dissipating in the cool rocky air.

Three months, to be precise, but I withheld that information. The last thing I needed was him figuring shit out. Kyle would have my balls if I told anyone about us messing around.

And yes, unlike everyone else, I was still convinced that I hadn't seen the last of him. A sentimental guy like Kyle would have to come back around eventually. I'd be waiting for him with open arms.

"Is that right?"

There was a note of something dark and revealing in Cartman's voice, but Hell if I knew what was up. He had a reputation for stirring up serious shit. It could've been anything. If I looked too far into it, I'd probably end up dead. Again.

"I might be able to help you with your predicament. We are such good friends after all..." The way his words dipped and stretched was malicious, but almost sarcastic. Like he was telling some kind of twisted joke.

So I played along. I let my body slide back into his more, leaning against his shoulder, "Mmm... Gonna give me a taste of that fat ass of your's?" His head turned, bringing our faces close. There was a shit eating grin stretching across his fat cheeks that told me he was up to something big.

If I wasn't sure right when I saw that, he whisked hot breath over my lips, "I got something even better, Kenny." Despite myself, my cock twitched. I was pretty desperate. Desperate enough to fall for an obvious trap? let me think about that a second...

Yeah. My dick demanded that I fall for this trap.

Fully aware that this was going to backfire big time on me, I let Cartman cart me off to his house.

The door to his basement had a few more locks on it than I remembered. In fact, the last time I was here, I'm a hundred percent sure that it hadn't had any on the outside. I was getting antsy. At this point it was less about the promised sex and more about seeing what the fuck Cartman was up to.

He opened the door after a couple minutes of fumbling with a huge ring of keys. The wicked smile on his face scared the shit out me. I'm pretty sure that's the look cannibals give their victims before they eat them alive. "You ready, slut?"

The door creaked open, and instantly, a wave of warm stench hit me. It smelled more pungently of dirty, sweaty men than a high school locker room. The second thing I noticed was the unmistakable sound of grunting and sick slurping. A light flashed, presumably from a T.V. Other than that, the only other light appeared to be a low orange glow from colorful Christmas lights that were haphazardly attached around the cement walls.

I descended the steps, each one creaking under my weight, adding to my anxiousness. I couldn't have been more than three steps down when the heavy door shut with a deafening creak and Cartman immediately set to doing up the locks. For some reason I half expected to see something like Sloth from Goonies when I reached the end of the staircase. But instead, a sight much further out of the realm of reality greeted me.

I fell to my knees. Only one person I'd ever met had a fro' that monstrous. Kyle's face might've been turned down, but I was sure it was him.

But just seeing him- that's not what got to me.

Kyle. That nerdy, Jewish prude from my childhood... Was fucking himself on the biggest black dildo I'd ever seen. His tight red curls bounced up and down in rhythm with his movements, muscles strained in concentration. He was butt-naked except for a pair of crappy costume bunny ears buried within the depths of his hair, and a pair of dirty, ripped up stockings.

He started to shoot his load right there, in front of me. His entire body twisted, leaning backwards, with his face looking up to the heavens. Kyle's face was so sweet, eyes closed, brows furrowed, lips set in the sexiest little 'O'. Jizz shot from his cock, coating his hot muscular chest. And the noise he let out was inhuman. Before I thought that only animals and horny Japanese girls made that sound.

I would've came in my pants right there, if I hadn't felt Cartman's hands on my shoulders.

We both watched as Kyle breathed slowly, and removed himself from the dildo, slicked with a horrific mixture of shit and other bodily junk. His eyes met my face and he lit up with a very un-Kyle-like joy. It also donned on me that he'd recovered from that violent orgasm way too fast...

Just about everything about this situation was wrong.

"Kenny!" Kyle squealed, skipping over and throwing his arms around me. A sickening squish sounded as his cum and whatever else sandwiched between us. If that weren't enough, Kyle smelled about a hundred times worse than the rest of the place.

"What the fuck..." is all I managed, still not moving an inch, very aware of Cartman looming over both of us, "I don't understand, you've been gone for months..."

"Yah!" Kyle laughed, pressing his erection against my leg. How the Hell is that back already? Fuck, he's a fucking machine!

My head spun at his overly cheerful voice, "I've been so busy being a good little fuck doll! But I'm so glad you're here now..." Kyle rutted against me, and tried to come in for a big wet kiss, but I pushed him away. That sex crazed thing wasn't Kyle, and I didn't want it anywhere near me.

I stood up, launching away from Cartman's grasp. When I spun on him, he was positively beaming. His thick, ugly cock in his grasp. "What's the matter, poor-boy? I thought you wanted to fuck?"

I growled, pointing at his chest accusingly, "What the fuck did you do him?"

"Hmm... I could tell you, but wouldn't you rather see for yourself?"

Oh Hell no, I had to get the fuck out of there. I made a mad dash past the masturbating sociopath. Cartman being the flabby little bitch he is let out the most pathetic whine when I pushed him out of the way.

But when I got to the top of the stairs, and saw the heavy duty locks on the door, I realized that there was no getting out. In my hurry, I hadn't grabbed his keys. Stupid, stupid...

I was grabbed from behind. As soon as I felt the strength of the person, I knew it couldn't have been Cartman. Kyle husked in my ear, "Kenny, don't you want to stay and play?" It made me shiver with arousal almost as powerful as my disgust.

"Kyle, are you still in there? You have to sto-"

Kyle held onto my jaw, shoving a filthy tasting PCV gag in. I tried to struggle but he held onto me tight. I was a malnourished hood-rat going up against a perfectly sculpted jock, who, even if I could manage to get a jab in, I didn't want to hurt. It was useless.

While he got the gag tightened and locked in place, I checked my surroundings for something sharp I could jump into it... That's usually how these things worked. I'd trip and fall and die in a one in a million way. But I knew. There was no way I could rely on my 'gift' to get me out of this shitty situation. I never died when I really needed to.

Kyle, oblivious to my morbid thoughts started to hum as he lifted me up like a rag doll and slung me over his shoulder. It was like he couldn't even feel my little punches and kicks. To give myself some credit, I didn't really give it my all. It might not have seemed like it right than, but that overly cheerful monster was Kyle.

Cartman was waiting at the bottom for us, hard cock dripping with pre-cum. "Kenny, Kenny, Kenny. Do you think I'm that fucking stupid? I'm not just going to let you go now... Stupid cunt..."

I thrashed in Kyle's grip, but he was an unstoppable force. And scarily enough, he seemed to be under the complete control of Cartman.

As scared shitless as I was, I was still sporting a pretty hefty boner. Being manhandled by Kyle was living out a pretty serious fantasy, but under the circumstances it wasn't the most appropriate response.

Kyle shoved me up against the cold wall, leaning into me. For the first time I saw his face up close, his smile was as sweet as ever, but his eyes were glazed over with a grey haze... And he was shamelessly humping my leg like a dog in heat.

Cartman bounded me to the wall while Kyle held me place, giving me little encouragements and rubbing his ever stiff cock over my body.

My arms were chained above my head; my feet hung just a couple inches off the ground making it so the entirety of my body weight was held by my wrists. It hurt like absolute Hell, but when I tried to reach the ground with my toes to alleviate some of the pain, I just wasn't tall enough.

Cartman patted Kyle on the ass. Normally Kyle would freak out if anyone did that too him, let alone Cartman while he was naked. But all he could do was stand there with a vacant smile on his face, listening but unhearing as Cartman spoke, "With Kyle here, I had to trick him into a vulnerable position. But brute force is so much faster... Mindless muscle bunnies have their uses." There wasn't anything I could do but hang there and glare at him. Now that he had me, Satan knew what he was going to do.

"Jew, get a nice big bowl of the STUFF." Kyle clapped excitedly at the order, need desperately writhing across him.

"I hope you'll hang around a while..." Cartman smirked at his terrible pun, and trailed his chubby hand down my thigh. The cruel chuckle he let out was undoubtedly from noticing my persistent situation. To my horror, he gave my bulge a painful squeeze through my pants. A moan forced it'd way out brokenly from behind the the ball gag.

"I wonder what effect the chemical will have on you? You already have such a high sex drive as it is..."

"Chemical?" I asked, feeling some drool slip from my mouth. Cartman just laughed meanly, and turned to Kyle, standing at attention behind him.

The bowl had... Some weird grey goop in it. It looked absolutely disgusting, but Kyle was gazing at it with longing, dancing back and forth anxiously.

"Good..." Cartman cooed, drawing gentle circles on Kyle's ass cheek, "Why don't you have a taste? As a... demonstration."

Kyle didn't have to be told twice, he tilted the entire container back and chugged like crazy. Some of it spilt over the edges and ran down his cheeks, but he didn't even flinch as the goop made a complete mess of him. He desperately licked the bowl clean, and than fell to the ground, letting the empty bowl clatter next to him as spasms ripped across his body. He let out an even more intense orgasm than before, and screamed out that animalistic cry.

I struggled with a renewed vigor. Cartman was going to make me eat that shit?

Cartman spoke to me, suddenly, kneeling down to wipe a dribble of the grey stuff off of Kyle's face, "It doesn't have a name; according to the United States government, it doesn't exist. I think it started out as someone misusing the equipment, trying to make an extra potent aphrodisiac... But the government started funding it anyway, after the lab demonstrated how strongly it affected the subjects. They were going to weaponize it. But than... there was a leak at the facility, it got into the water supply. The whole surrounding town turned into, well, THAT," he gestured to Kyle, who was still humping at the air in a pool of his own spunk, "So they quarantined the town, covered it up, and shut down the whole project... But how did I get my hands on a steady supply of it?"

Cartman paused a moment for affect, "Well, they needed someone who knew what they were dealing with to dispose of it. But I'm afraid they picked the wrong guy to oversee the job... They thought that it was a man who'd worked on the project. The single man who'd managed to avoid getting exposed, but the truth is, no one in the town made it out," Cartman shook his head, "It's funny how people hardly question you when you act like you belong somewhere..."

"I sold the stuff off to the highest bidder. But didn't stop there, I started producing more of it behind their backs. And now... I'm set for life with enough money and that slop to fuck with you assholes anyway I want."

I was oddly inclined to believe most of what he said. We'd always had a tendency to get ourselves in these kinds of situations. It was all familiar stuff: weird chemical, the military, secret lab... Yeah, just throw in a couple of fart jokes and political commentary, and that was our lives.

Suddenly, Cartman perked up, "Oh, and I want to show you something while you can still enjoy it properly." He stepped over Kyle's motionless body. It looked like he was still breathing, I guess that was a good thing. But honestly, if I couldn't get him out of here, what was the point?

I turned my attention to where Cartman was fiddling with the television. There was some nasty scat porn playing on the screen. It had probably been on the entire time, but I'd been too preoccupied to notice it.

Cartman replaced the tape in the old VCR, and I was surprised to see the very basement we were in flash onto the screen. It was Kyle, chained up in the corner.

But this wasn't the Kyle that was passed out on the floor, who smelled like a dumpster and fucked himself on giant phalluses. It was the real one. I could tell immediately, by the way he was covering himself from the camera, and by that intelligent, pissed off glint in his eyes. He was starring off to the side with the most murderous glare on his face. There was a cup of the chemical lying in front of him, and Kyle was backed as far as he could get away from it.

"Why do you think I would eat more of that shit after... what happened last time?" he growled, but fear passed over his strong expression.

Cartman's voice came from off screen, "It's highly addictive. For most people it becomes a compulsion to eat it. I'm not sure how you've held out this long without scarfing it down."

"I'm not going to!" Kyle yelled defensively, "You can't make me."

Cartman's fat back took up most of scene, suddenly. He gently knocked the cup over, letting the liquid spill onto the dirty concrete floor. Light bounced off of it's strange, dull surface. Almost metallic.

Kyle hugged his legs to himself, visibly shaking. His eyes were bugging out of his head. I could tell he was trying to will himself not to look at the strange fluid slowly dribbling towards him, but as soon as he did, just for a second, he completely lost control.

Kyle flew onto his hands and knees, licking at the floor like his life depended on it. He moaned lewdly, eyes rolling back in his head. Not a drop of the chemical was missed by Kyle's lapping. Even after it all appeared to be gone, he stayed there licking the floor.

His head shot up, beautiful face crazed and red. "Cartman," he husked, full of desire, "I need you inside of me. I need cock RIGHT NOW!" There was a moan from off screen, and a click. The footage cut and sent the television to an eerie static.

A few feet away from me, Kyle groaned, and slowly picked himself up off the floor. He was dazed, shaking like a baby deer on his hands and knees, but when he saw me, there was a flash of clarity in his eyes. "Kenny..." he groaned, holding his stomach in pain, "I'm sorry."

But that was all I got. His eyes went out of focus and his stupid, vacant smile returned. "Oh God, Cartman... Can I fuck him yet?" he begged pathetically.

Cartman stood over him, and chuckled, flicking one of his costume ears, "Don't worry, Kyle, soon that's ALL you two sluts will ever do. Fuck and wallow in your own filth." The grin on Kyle's face widened, showing his pretty white teeth.

Than Cartman turned his insane gaze to me, "Oh yeah, he never showers or anything. There's just three months of whatever caked on. I bet you can't wait to lick all that crusty Jew-spoodge off of him..."

It took every ounce of my will not to vomit with the gag on. Maybe I should've. Maybe I could've choked myself on it and woken up in my warm bed. Safe and far away from all this.

"Kyle, be a dear and lube up a nice big dildo with the stuff, okay?" Kyle moaned when Cartman gave him the order. The way he waggled his butt around was tantalizing, mind fucked or not.

But Cartman narrowed his eyes, and gave Kyle a sharp slap on the ass, "Not for you! Don't you take a drop of it." Kyle whined, but complied anyway. He scampered back not a minute later, hugging an even bigger dildo than he'd been fucking himself on when I'd first come in, and tucked underneath his arm was a little container filled with the chemical. The dildo itself was also coated in the thick silvery liquid. I gave them a questioning look. Why put it on there?

Cartman oh so politely filled me in, "It doesn't matter what membrane takes it in. In fact, your ass will probably get the drug to take effect FASTER. A damn good thing, too. The first time is always the slowest; needs to get into your system."

My eyes widened. That thing would definitely NOT fit up my butt. I'd never even had a normal sized dick up there. Let alone the destroyer of worlds over there. "It won't fit!" I tried to scream, make them reconsider. Turn me into a ditzy fuck machine, but please, spare my ass!

"Oh..." Cartman snickered, "It'll fit." He gave Kyle the go ahead.

"You're going to feel so much better in a second," Kyle chirped happily, forcefully pulling my pants down to my ankles. I watched on in fearful anticipation as his fingers swirled around in that metallic liquid. I tried to scream at him to stop, kicked and wriggled, begged through my gag, but to no avail.

He pushed his finger into my hole. I'd had people put their fingers up there, but with the chemical as lube, it was a whole other level. It was liquid sex. It seared my insides, and clouded my mind with the dirtiest fantasies I'd ever dared to dream. My breath hitched, and my continued complaints more closely resembled moans of pleasure.

I tried to fight it, push it out, but by the time he added a second finger, I was meeting his pistoning hand, wanting so badly to help him fuck me with that magic drug. Kyle giggled, picking up the pace, eyes staring up at me half lidded, "I missed you so much, Kenny. You're so fucking sexy."

His outburst helped me pull away from the lust threatening to overtake me. Kyle. He'd been locked up here for three months. I didn't want to stay in this disgusting basement! I had to remember. Had to fight it.

Kyle pushed a third finger up, and I melted. What was I getting so worked up about? My only problem was how hard my cock was. I knew if I told Kyle to suck it he'd definitely do it for me, but... For some reason that felt like a bad idea.

Cartman came into view, and I was back, glaring fiercely. Focus on the hate, Kenny. Don't focus on...

Kyle's beautiful lips on your cock.

The way his tongue moved over my skin made my mind feel so tingly. But I shouldn't think about that... or the feeling of his hand all the way down to his knuckle, stretching me wide... The passion was burning into me! Why wouldn't I want it to be like this all the time? What was wrong with me?

Cartman woke me up one last time with an infuriated yell. Kyle had disobeyed, and started eating the the drug out of my ass. They both turned away from me, and the lack of friction let my mind plateau on that level of foggy awareness. I watched on, half in and half out of the haze, a loud buzzing in my ears.

Kyle's mouth was dripping with grey, and Cartman sneered, leering like he was going to hit him. But the ever brilliant Kyle took hold of him before he could make a move, and kissed him hard. Something connected in my mind...

There was a something important about what just happened.

Cartman just took in some of the liquid. He just ate it. I waited, expecting him to turn into a brainless sex addict any minute. But when he pulled away from Kyle, his smile was as intelligent and devious as ever. He even wiped off some the liquid running down the side of Kyle's face, and stuck it into Kyle's eager mouth. If he was under the affects, he would've taken it himself.

Why was he unaffected?

When the two were made up, Kyle splashed the remaining substance onto my stretched asshole and the giant plastic cock.

Me and Cartman shared a glance, and he smiled a knowing smile. He mouthed the answer to my unasked question. Probably as a taunt, thinking I wouldn't be able to remember this moment. I couldn't hear him over my own moaning, but I knew what he'd said anyway.

An antidote. Something to counteract the effects of the silver drug. It existed and Cartman had it. He probably had a lot of it for how often he was exposed to the stuff.

Kyle plunged the dildo into my ass. I felt myself give into the lust burning my every nerve down to the core, forcing me to into submission.

But in one final moment of clarity, I knew how I was going to get us out of here. Every little lucid moment I had, however fleeting, I would spend tracking down the cure. It was the only way to give us enough time to escape. Even if I wasn't sure how yet, that was okay, because at least I knew it existed. I had to hope.

Of course that thought was a million miles away when they finally let me out of my bonds. Escape, time, life... All seemed irrelevant. No, it was just me and Kyle. Kissing, fucking, feeding each other that wonderful grey goop.

I didn't even mind it when Cartman fucked my stretched hole or mouth, or when he smacked and ordered me around. After all, he'd introduced me to this wonderful new life, and took on all those nasty responsibilities that didn't involve fucking and eating. Thinking for myself was such a drag, I don't know how I did it all those years.

Why would I want it any other way?

More to come, if you guys are interested.

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