It was after school, and I had just gotten home. My mother greeted me at the door as she usually did. "Hello Bubbe." She smiled at me. I bit my tongue to stop myself from yelling at her to stop calling me that. I flashed a fake smile. "Hey mom." She was washing dishes, as she usually was when I got home. "Do you want a snack, Kyle?" I shook my head and flashed another fake smile. "No thanks mom, too much homework." She nodded back at me. "Okay bubbe." I climbed the stairs ignoring the fact she called me that stupid baby name again. I went to my room and flopped on my bed. I sighed. Grade 11 had just started and it was harder then I thought it was. Lots of homework, and all my friends had started separating into different groups. Cartman had gone off with a group of Neo Nazi, whom of which had made me a point of target. He had gotten much more racist and cruel then Elementary school.
Kenny had merged with Craig's group, which had grown to contain Tweek, Clyde, Jimmy, Token, Butters, Jimmy, and then of course, Kenny and Craig. They all had pushed me aside, due to Cartman's racist group of bastards who picked on anyone who associated with me. But anyway, they had all gotten really close over the years and even Craig and Tweek had come out as Bi sexual and were together for real. I had talked to them a few years ago, when I came out as fully gay, and they said they'd try to be there for me. It was hard to lose them, but it was harder to lose Stan.
Stan had really changed over the years. He had really moved groups, especially in high school. He went from being my best friend to being a distant stranger when he became a jock. He even started picking on me like the rest of them. I had lost everyone that I cared about. I was alone, and it took its toll. I was an angry, depressed, angsty teenager. I became a stereotype, other than the gay jewish thing.
I stared at my ceiling and sighed, before sitting up. I decided to go for a walk. Better than sitting around and moping in my room. I slipped my jacket on, and headed downstairs, and tried to sneak out, but failing miserably and getting caught by my mother. "Bubbe, where are you going?" She looked at me curiously. "I'm going for a walk mom." Ever since I had stopped hanging out with Stan, she always was worried. "Oh. Okay sweetie, just don't be too long, okay?" I nodded and walked out the door. I walked down the street, kicking around balled up snow, breaking them apart and sighing. I looked around, and saw Cartman and his Neo Nazis hanging out around the park. He looked so out of place. All their heads were shaved, except his which held shaggy brown hair. He had lost alot of weight, and was tall. It was an odd sight. I looked straight ahead when he looked over, but notice a smirk from him as he nudged his buddies. I looked over and saw them get up and start walking over. I picked up my pace, knowing a 140 pound 5'5 kid could ever win a fight between 6 guys all over 6 foot and 170 pounds. My stomach starting knotting up as they got closer.
Cartman came up behind me and grabbed my jacket. "Hey there fag. How you feelin'?" I could hear the contempt dripping off his words. I shook, he laughed at me. "Wow guys, look at the little jew. So scared" he voice got dark and serious. "Well Well Kyle, what should we do with you?" One of his friends whispered in his ear, making him smile. "That is a fantastic idea, Randall. I should give little faggy jew boy a present before we give him punishment." He smirked as he lifted me over his shoulder. "Cartman! What the fuck are you doing?" He walked back to the park, sending his group away. I started to struggle against as his grip tightened. "Stop that, Kaahl." He teased and started to slightly crush me, and threw me against the hard gravel. "What the hell is going on, Cartman!?" He growled and loomed over me as he knelt down on one knee. "You're gonna get what your little faggy ass deserves." He lifted me up slightly by my shirt collar. "I'm gonna make you my little jew bitch." "Fuck you Cartman! I never do that...with you!" I started to make fake retching sounds and laughing at him. He growled, and dropped me. I stopped laughing as he glared at me and I could tell I had just made a huge mistake as he raised his fist and sent it flying to my face. I could feel my teeth clatter as his ham-fist collided with my face and I fell back. He grabbed my foot and dragged me over to a bunch of trees. I felt nauseous. I didn't know what he was gonna do. But my mind raced as I thought of the what he could do spun through my mind.
He dropped me between two large trees, my head still spinning from his hard punch. He stood over me. "You know Kyle, you are gonna get what's coming to you." He took off his backpack, and retrieve some rope and a switch blade. "CARTMAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled at him, as he yanked me up and tied me against the tree, and pulling out the switchblade. "Giving you what you deserve Kyle." He walked up to me, and leaned against me, looking down at me. He stunk. His breath and BO was just rank as he put an arm on each side of me. I shuddered as he gripped my arms. "What's wrong, Kahl?" his voice turned sickly and sarcastically sweet. I growled at him. "What do you think, fatboy? You're all up on me when you claim to hate me and it's gross! You fucking stink and you're just all in all repulsive!" He backed up and looked at me, and began to chuckle. "Me? Repulsive? Look at yourself. Gay, Jewish, scrawny." He crossed his arms and flipped open the switchblade. "Which is why I am not looking forward to this." He moved closer with the blade open and facing me. I screamed loudly. "SOMEONE HELP! HELP!" Cartman chuckled again. "No one can hear you." he moved the knife to my neck as he undid my jacket. "Wh..What are you doing Cartman?" My stomach twisted even more as he cut it off my body, knicking my skin a few times, causing rips in my shirt and blood to leak on it, and making me wince. "Cartman! Please stop!" He chuckled as he looked at my exposed chest. He pushed himself against me again, this time pushing his crotch against my hip. I could tell that seeing me suffer was obviously a turn on. I winced at him as he looked down at me. "You will regret the day you showed your faggy, jew face to me, Kyle."
He forced his face against my neck and bit my neck, hard, making me tighten up and wince. He grinded himself against my hip and he bit and sucked on my neck, making my face go red. He looked at me. "Oh fucking hell Kyle. You looove this." I scowled. "NO! I hate you Cartman! I HATE YOU!" He grinned, pushing himself against me again as his hands moved across my chest, finding his way to my nipples. He pinched them hard, making me make a small "Ah!" He smirked and rubbed them more, pulling and pinching. He moved his hand down and palmed my crotch. "Oh damn , Kyle. You love this! Youre so hard!" He chuckled. "You little fag." He undid my jeans and let them drop to my ankles, pulling my underwear down right after. "You are so hard, Kyle. You can't deny you're not turned on." My face flushed, and I struggled as he grip my dick, and started rubbing me. I started to gasp and lightly moan as he continued to jerk me off. "Yea little jew boy, just you wait." He stopped, making me go limp, the only thing keeping me up being my hands being tied up to the tree. He undid his pants, and let them drop. He walked to me, cutting the rope and moving my head to near his crotch, keeping the knife against the back of my neck. I could feel my eyes welling up as I started to cry out of fear. He smirked and pressed my face against his cock. "You suck it, I wont out put the blade in your spine." He grabbed my jaw, making my mouth open, and shoved his dick in. I continued crying as he started thrusting into my mouth, him making husky, low groaning noises. I looked up at him with teary eyes, tear streaked cheeks, and red cheeks. He smirked. "You dirty rat jew." He started roughly thrusting into my mouth. "Oh fuck, Im actually gunna cum like this." He grunting, then moaned lightly as he cummed down my throat, keeping his whole length in until he made me swallow all of it. I felt dirty and violated as he pulled away, making me cough. He pulled me up and slammed me against the tree, my crying, terrified face making him hard again right away. He rubbed himself against my ass. "C..cartman! NO!" I struggled as he lifted my legs up over his shoulders. I shuddered and shook as he moved two fingers to my mouth and forced them in. "Suck." He commanded. I listened. He moved his fingers down and shoved them into me. I winced and he smiled. "That hurt?" I nodded. "Good." He pulled them out and shoved himself into me, making me scream and making tears continue to stream down my face. He moved the blade against my neck and started thrusting. I continued to scream, making him thrust harder.
It felt awful. It hurt. I could feel myself bleed, making my struggle, making the knife dig into my skin, making my neck lightly bleed. It didn't take long for him to finish after that. He pulled out, and dropped my into the snow like a sack of garbage. He got dressed again and kneeled down. "Now, for the punishment." He took the switchblade and started carving into the skin on my arm, making me yell and cry again, causing blood to pour. He stood me up after he was done, and gave me a new shirt and pulled my pants up. "Don't tell anyone Kyle, or itll be alot worse then that." I was still sobbing. "And stop being such a pussy." He walked away, meeting up with nazi friends. I stood up, shaking like a leaf. I looked at my arm and gasped, starting to cry harder. He had carved "dirty jew" into arm. I looked at my watch and realized it was 6:30, an hour after I was supposed to be home. I started to run home, slipping my cut up jacket on to cover up the cutting on my arm. I got home fairly fast, noticing my dad was home. I sighed in relief, knowing he could calm my mother down. I walked in to my mother standing by the door. "Kyle!" She gasped, seeing the bruise on my jaw that traveled up to my black eye. "What happened Bubbe!" I sighed "Nothing mom. I got into a scuffle with a kid from school. It's fine." She frowned and kneeled by me. "You sure you're okay Bubbe?" I nodded and shrugged as my jacket started to slip. I didn't need her see the label that cartman carved into me. "I'm just gonna go upstairs and take a shower and go to bed." She nodded, hugged me and stood up. "I love you, Kyle." I smiled, sincerely. "I love you too, mom."