A/N: Recently I've really gotten into reading South Park fanfiction, and I was hit with a wave of inspiration to write my own. This M-rated fic is the result. Pairings will change/become evident as the story progresses.
Also, before I forget, the characters are all seniors in high school, aged 17 or 18.
Warning: This chapter contains abuse (physical, emotional, and sexual) as well as very strong language (duh, it's South Park.)
TLDR: It's vulger.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with South Park in any way.
Chapter One
Kyle Broflovski could never again call Eric Cartman his friend. Thinking back, he wondered how he ever considered the rotund asshole his friend to begin with. Sure they hung out together with Stan and Kenny, but Cartman never offered him any kindness unless it was to lead him into a false sense of security, or distract him from an over-arching sadistic or anti-Semitic plot. No… Cartman was not, nor would he ever be his friend. The cause of his musing is the fact that he's lying, completely nude save for his signature green ushanka, on a bed in Eric Cartman's basement. Lying wouldn't be the right word to describe it though, as Kyle's limbs were bound by leather straps that were pulled tight to the corners of the bed. The aforementioned fat bastard was five feet away from the foot of the bed tinkering with an iPhone on a tripod.
"I think I'm gonna start filming in 4K," he said to the bound teen, "That way people can see every drop of cum and sweat all over your pathetic face."
Kyle simply stared at the ceiling.
"That's right Jew-fag, tonight's the night you've been waiting for," Carman said as he approached the bed on Kyle's right, "I'm gonna shove my cock straight down your throat."
He reached into his pocket and pulled something out, "But first, I think you need to get a little more 'in the mood.'"
Kyle turned his head to face his tormentor. Cartman held out his hand to reveal a remote controlled, vibrating cock ring. Cartman smirked as Kyle's eyes widened. He reached over and slid the ring down Kyle's shaft, to the base. Kyle responded to the feeling by gritting his teeth. He'd be damned if he was going to give Cartman any satisfaction.
As he pulled his hand away, Cartman slowly traced his fingers over Kyle's thigh, "C'mon faggot, you know you're going to enjoy this."
Kyle glared, but couldn't hold his tongue, "Fuck you, fatass."
In response, Cartman grabbed Kyle's still flaccid member and put it into a death grip. Kyle gasped in pain.
"You're going to regret that," Cartman said as tears began to well in Kyle's eyes.
Cartman released his grip before beginning to remove his pants. When he was down to just his boxers and a t-shirt, he addressed his phone.
"Hey Siri," he said.
The phone beeped and Siri's computerized voice responded, "Yes Eric?"
"Record video," he said as he held the remote at the ready.
"Okay," Siri responded.
A split second later, he pressed the button on the remote, and Kyle let out a faint whimper as the cock ring sprung to life. Cartman resumed rubbing Kyle's inner thigh. That in combination with the vibrations from the ring caused Kyle's penis to swell. Soon, Kyle's member stood fully erect, and Cartman gave a satisfactory smirk as he walked over to the iPhone set up and moved it over to the left side of the bed, towards the headboard. As it was recording, he zoomed in so that the only thing in frame was Kyle's head.
By this point, Kyle was panting heavily, lightheaded, his heart racing as the cock ring did as it was designed. Knowing that Kyle was effectively harmless by this point, Eric walked over and undid the leather bonds.
"Kneel bitch," he said sharply.
"Fuck you," Kyle struggled to get out.
"Now, Kahl, you know what happens if you disobey my," Cartman reminded him.
Kyle cringed inwardly as he maneuvered into a kneeling position. Cartman went back to his camera to reposition the frame so that it would encompass Kyle's face and the position where he would soon be. After the adjustments were made, Cartman removed his boxers and climbed onto the bed. Kyle found himself at eye level with Cartman's half-flaccid penis. The first thing that he noticed was the strong smell coming from it.
"You know how we had gym class today," Cartman said, "I haven't showered since. Open wide."
Kyle turned his head in disgust. Cartman knocked Kyle's hat off and took a handful of his hair, earning a groan of protest. Using the grip, Cartman forces Kyle's face back to his groin.
"Unless you want 'you-know-who' to see 'you-know-what,' your mouth better find its way to my cock within the next few seconds, and this should go without saying, no teeth or I send it anyway."
Kyle shook his head in an attempt to free his himself from Cartman's grip.
"Siri, pause recording,"
"Okay, Eric," Siri said.
"Compose video SMS."
"Who is the recipient," Siri asked.
"Stan Marsh," Cartman said with a sadistic grin.
"Stop," Kyle said, "I'll fucking do it. Just don't."
"Never mind Siri; resume recording."
Cartman turned his attention back to Kyle, "I'm glad we reached an understanding. Remember Kahl, no teeth."
Kyle slowly parted his lips and moved towards Cartman's awaiting member. He slowly licked the tip.
"Use your hands too," Cartman said, "It may take a while for me to get hard since I'm not a fag like you, but since your hands are soft and girly, they may speed up the process. Also, don't forget to suck my balls."
Kyle glared up at Cartman's sinister grin as he wrapped his fingers around the cock that was hanging in front of his face. He slowly leaned closer and again licked the tip as he began stroking the length.
"Holy shit, Kahl," Cartman said, "Just start sucking it already."
Kyle cringed as he opened his jaw and took Cartman's still flaccid dick into his mouth. He closed his lips around the shaft and slowly circled it with his tongue. He began bobbing his head up and down as it became erect.
"Balls, Kahl," Cartman said again.
Kyle removed the penis from his mouth and slowly licked along the underside, while he continued to pump is hand. He could feel the bile rise in his throat as the smell of sweat and body odor wafted from Cartman's taint. He began licking Cartman's pubic hair covered scrotum before taking one of his testes between his lips. After sucking on it for a few seconds, he traced his tongue back along the underside the penis before taking the full length back into his mouth.
"There," Cartman said condescendingly, "That wasn't so bad was it?"
Kyle responded by glaring before grazing the dick with his teeth.
Cartman immediately grabbed a handful of Kyle's hair and pulled out his cock, "Ay, I said, 'no teeth.' I was going to let you pace yourself, but now I think I'm just going fuck your throat."
With his hand still tangled in Kyle's hair, he forcibly shoved his penis into Kyle's mouth up to the base. Kyle's eyes widened as the tip slammed into the back of his throat. Cartman held it there for a few seconds as Kyle began choking. He then pulled it out, leaving Kyle gasping for air. After two seconds, he shoved it back in. He continued this pattern a few more times until he felt his climax approaching. By then, Kyle was all but unresponsive due to lack of oxygen. Cartman began bucking his hips. As he reached his climax, he pulled his dick out and unleashed a stream of semen all over Kyle's face.
When Cartman finally released his hair, Kyle fell onto the bed, sideways, in exhaustion. This allowed Cartman, and the camera to see Kyle's still erect penis, covered in pre-cum . Cartman reached down and removed the cock ring.
"Wow, Jew-Fag, you must have really enjoyed that," Cartman said, "Look at all of that pre-cum on your faggot dick."
"Fuck you, fatass," Kyle said through gasps.
"We're not done yet," Cartman said as he picked up his iPhone and moved closer to Kyle, "Roll onto your back and jack off until you cum, while you rub your face and chest with my cum."
Kyle did as Cartman said, and rolled to his back. He grasped his erect dick with his right hand and began smearing Cartman's ejaculate over his chest with his left.
"Just imagine that that's Stan's cum and hand that you feel," Cartman said.
Kyle moaned as he picked up the pace with his hand, the pre-cum aiding in lubrication.
"Stan," he shouted as he bucked his hips and released his load straight up, which landed on his chest.
Cartman pushed the stop button on the recording and got dressed, "There's a shower in the corner. Go clean off, and then come back over here and lay on the bed. I have a gift for you."
Kyle slowly stood up and made his way to the shower. As he did that, Cartman stripped the cum-stained sheets off of the bed. After Kyle made sure that all of his and Cartman's semen was washed away, he grabbed a towel and dried himself. He made his way back over to the bed.
"Lay down on your back; I don't want you fight back, so I'm going to tie you down again," Cartman said matter-of-factly.
Kyle sighed, "Let's just get this fucking over with."
Kyle lied down and spread his limbs, allowing Cartman to once again slip the leather bonds around his wrists and ankles. After he was sure that the bonds were secure, Cartman walked over to the cabinet on the edge of the room. After removing something from the drawer, he returned to Kyle's side. Kyle felt something plastic slide over the length of his, once again, flaccid penis, as well as a ring wrap around the base of his scrotum. The feeling was capped off by what sounded like a luggage padlock being closed.
"What the fuck was that," Kyle said, straining his neck to be able to see.
Cartman didn't answer, but he moved to release the leather bonds.
As soon as he was able to see, Kyle noticed that his penis was surrounded by a form-fit, plastic case with a hole at the tip, and a small padlock at the base that was attached to a ring around his scrotum.
"A chastity cage," Cartman said as he held up a small key, "which you will wear all day tomorrow. The hole at the end is so you can still piss if you have to, but you will not be able to get a hard on, and if you start to, it may be a little painful."
"That's it," Kyle said, "It's not like I get random hard-ons throughout the day."
"This isn't my only gift," Cartman said, as he held out a gift bag, "Open it."
Kyle glared at his tormentor as he grudgingly took the bag. He reached inside and pulled out a jar of Vaseline and what was clearly a sex toy.
"It's called an Aneros," Cartman said, "It's a prostate stimulator. Tomorrow morning, you're going to insert that into your asshole, and you're going to keep it in all day until you come back here tomorrow night. If you don't I'll know, and your 'Super Best Friend' will receive an anonymous email with this video."
Cartman held up his iPhone for Kyle to see. The video that played was the leverage that Cartman had against him. The scene on screen was of Kyle lying naked in his room. His right hand was furiously stroking his erect penis as the prominent fingers of his left hand moved in and out of his rectum. That image in and of itself would ruin his reputation and out him as being gay, but it was the name he shouted as he pushed his fingers deeper that would destroy his friendship with his best friend, "Oh God… Stan!"
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Kahl," Cartman said as he made his way upstairs, leaving the redhead to get dressed.
A/N: FYI, this chapter is probably as bad as the story will be for at least a few chapters. I can definitely say that chapter two will be lighter in tone and subject (not so much the language though; it is South Park.)
Thank you for reading it and please review. I really need some feedback for this one. It's my first time attempting a(multiple) gay pairing(s) in a story. BTW Kyman is NOT the pairing.