Kenneth McCormick followed Butters down the road, gazing at the shops in South Park. The shorter boy was skipping, calling out the names of the stores, and waving to the familiar faces of the customers inside. When you live in a small town, everyone knows everyone.

"Hey look! Tweek's Coffee!" he shouted. "Tweek's Coffee, the best coffee in all of Colorado," he grinned, impersinating Tweek's father.

"You want to go in to say hi to Tweek?" Kenny asked.

"Sure," Butters smiled, then bounced inside.

Sure enough, working at the counter, was the bright haired, twitching boy. He sipped a cup of coffee, and quickly worked for the customers. Now that he was old enough to work there, it really wasn't helping his anxiety.

"Hi, Tweek!" Butters called out.

Craig, who also got a job at his boyfriend's family buisness, came out of the back room. "I see you've got company, pet."

Craig Tucker was almost as kinky as Kenny, and he liked that. The only thing was that they both were strong tops, and Craig's heart was devoted to Tweek. But he had to admit, the word "pet" turned him on a little bit as he glanced over at Butters. Pet.

Tweek giggled. "Stop it, Craig. Not now." But despite his protests, his boyfriend leaned over and whispered something to him, lips tickling his earlobe. Kenny wish he could have heard what he said, because the anxious blond turned completely white. He couldn't imagine how kinky it must have been. But what kind? Bondage? Yep, Craig was definantly the BDSM type of guy.

Looking around, Kenny found that Butters had already left and was hanging out with Tolkein in the street. He wanted to go back to his friend, but he really had to find out how this ended.

Craig smirked, a devilish look creeping across his face. Then, without any words, he walked behind Tweek and pushed his crotch up against his boyfriend's ass. Tweek let out a squeal, but Craig put his hand over his mouth. "Quiet, pet."

Yep, definantly BDSM.

The counter was high enough to hide their actions, but Kenny could just imagine the beautiful image.

Craig leaned over and bit on Tweek's neck, causing him to cry out. Underneath his hand, Kenny could hear Tweek whining, "Please, please, please, Craig. Please!"

Craig scratched his sharp fingernails up the boy's shirt. "Such a bad boy. You know what to call me."

Tweek let out a sort of strangled sob. "Master, sir. Please!"

Kenny stood still, watching this happen. He felt the need to grab himself through his pants, but decided not to.

"Are you going to be good? Do you promise, my pet?"

"Mmm-hmm, sir, I promise."

"Good boy."

Kenny watched intently as Craig reached forward and pulled something out of Tweek's pants. He raised an eyebrow as he heard the metalic cling on the floor of whatever he dropped.

Then just before Kenny could see the best part, Craig swept Tweek off his feet and had him straddling him as they went into the back room.

"Fuuuuck," Kenny moaned as he went out the door. That was so erotic. And kinky. Fuck. "Butters?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going to my house. Now."

"But why?"

He wiggled his eyebrows, "cause I have kinks."

Butters jumped. "Okay! But can I use the bathroom first? I really got to pee."

Kenny felt his cock twitch. Damn, was he in the mood for a rough, kinky night.

"No. We're going home."

"Bu-"

"Now"

*in the car*

Kenny drove his way home, glancing over at Butters once in a while, with his legs folded and hands between his thighs. "You really got to go, huh?"

Butters nodded. "Yeah. It's making my weiner feel all heavy."

Kenny smirked and crossed his legs, trying to ignore his ever-growing erection. "We'll be home soon, then I can show you my kinks."

As soon as he drove in to the driveway, both of them jumped out of the car and swung the door open. Kenny shoved Butters onto the old, moldy couch. "Put your hands above your head. Now."

"But Ken, I-I can't. I won't be able to hold it."

"You know what I said," he stroked the blond's hair, "pet."

Butters obglied, and reached his hands above his head. Kenny reached down into his friend's pants, and grabbed his dripping dick.

"Dangit, Ken? What are you doing?"

The orange-coated boy quickly rubbed his hand over the slit, back and forth. The leaking pee that was dripping down Butter's dick made Kenny even harder. "What is this, Ken? Stop it!" he cried out in fear.

Hearing the sincerity in his friend's voice, Kenny stopped. "What? You good, Butters?"

"No!" he exclaimed, tears in his eyes. "I just want to go to the bathroom."

The taller boy felt a wave of guilt pass over him as he pointed in the direction of the washroom. "I'm sorry. Go ahead."

Butters rushed into the bathroom, and shut the door behind him, leaving Kenny by himself. Didn't Butters say he wanted to see his kinks? He allowed his boner to go down from shame, and hid himself in his coat when his friend came out.

"Look, Butters. I'm sorry, I really am. But, didn't you want to see my kinks?"

The southern boy scrunched up his nose. "No, not kinks. It's pronounced minks. I don't know what that other word is."

"Ooooh," Kenny breathed, rolling his eyes as he envisioned the small, adorable, and fluffy animal. "I see. No Butter's, not a mink."

"Then what was it?"

He stuttered, "A-a milk. I have milk. I mean… Yeah. Haha, did I say kink? I meant milk. Okay?"

The blond looked him up and down. "...Okay. But promise me one thing."

"Which is?"

"Next time you go to my house, bring your mink."