Chapter IV


Kyle and Stan spent most of their weekend together. Their fun was unfortunately forced to an end when a particularly rough game of football that they played with both Kenny and Cartman lead to the breaking of Kyle's arm. Stan went with Kyle to the hospital, whereas Cartman - despite having been to blame in the breaking of the Jew's arm - decided to go home. Kenny followed him, having nothing more important to do.

"Damn, Ken, do you enjoy being my bitch or something?" Cartman rolled his eyes upon realizing that the poor boy had followed him home, "Can't you find any other clients? Or are you just that bad of a hooker?"

"Shut up!" Kenny glared, "What, we're not friends anymore? I can't hang out with you if we're not with the guys or doing business?"

"And why would I let you in my house for free? What benefit is it to me to let you come in, use my stuff and eat my food?"

Kenny glared at him. "I'm going home."

"That's what I thought," Cartman grinned. Cartman quickly pulled out his wallet as Kenny turned to leave. "Oh, what is it I have here? A twenty? What could I ever do with this? Well, I guess I'll just have to donate it to some old hippy war veteran or something..."

Kenny stopped in his tracks. As hesitant as he was to bend to Cartman's will and come in after not even being welcomed as a friend, that twenty dollar bill was calling him, and it could be quite helpful in buying him more food and perhaps even another box of condoms for his nights with Bebe. If he went home, his only option was to go to sleep or read one of the books he'd already read a couple hundred times. Sighing, Kenny swallowed his pride and turned around.

"Oh! Kenny, you want the money?"

"...Yes."

"Yes what?"

Kenny hesitated again, his gaze at Cartman's feet, "Yes sir."

"Well, I guess you'll have to work for it, huh?" Cartman arched an eyebrow, a grin across his face. Kenny hated it when Cartman chose to go about their business like this.

"Yes... Sir..."

"Excellent."

With that, Cartman entered his house, with Kenny following closely like a puppy. Cartman guided the blond to his bedroom, sitting down on his bed and patting his lap. Just as ordered, Kenny walked over to his friend and sat on his lap, facing Cartman and wrapping his legs around the larger boy's waist for support (having none from Cartman, who would have found it hilarious if Kenny fell off and would only make him happier if anything).

"It's not Friday," Kenny pointed out, "You still want the usual? Doggy-style?"

"No, I think we should do something different."

Kenny's face lit up. For nearly a year, he had been selling his body to Cartman. Every time was the same routine - Kenny was offered money, booze or food, Kenny accepted the offer, and he'd let Cartman be on top, in Cartman's favorite sex position: Doggy-style.

This was Kenny's least favorite position. He hated not being able to at least face Cartman, even if he didn't find himself the least bit turned on by his appearance. He knew inside Cartman had no emotions or attraction to him either, as every time Cartman would cum, some girl's name was shouted out. Except for on one occasion, which what sounded like "Kyle" slipped from his lips. Cartman insisted it was "Kenny", and had tipped the blond an extra five to shut his mouth.

"So what do you want to do?" Kenny asked, licking Cartman's collarbone as he nuzzled him.

"Gimme a rim-job, Ken."

Kenny had to hide his disappointment - and disgust. That was one of the last things he had ever wanted to do to Cartman's fat ass.

"That'll cost you more than twenty." Kenny said with a frown.

"God dammit Kenny. Fine, twenty and a home-cooked meal from my Mom."

Kenny sighed. "Okay, but you have to have a shower first, dude. You still stink from football earlier."

"Like you smell any better."

"Well, you aren't gonna have your tongue up my ass, are you?"

"Fine, fine, Kenny. But YOU have to wash me, and I'm not paying extra!" Cartman said with a glare. Sadly, Kenny nodded his head and climbed off Cartman's lap. The large boy got off the bed, and the two walked over to the bathroom across from Cartman's bedroom.

Cartman stripped out of his clothes, staring at Kenny until the blond did the same. Kenny bent over the side of the bathtub - showing off his backside to his customer - as he turned on the shower, playing with the knobs to adjust the temperature.

Cartman, with one hand squeezing Kenny's ass, watched over Kenny to ensure the water was the perfect temperature for him to shower.

"Where's your mom?" Kenny asked. He didn't have any care if she caught them together or not, but he knew if they were caught, Cartman might have chosen to play the situation off as a dare or 'all Kenny's faggy idea', which would mean Cartman would refuse to pay him, and he wouldn't even get that delicious home-cooked meal he had been offered.

"How the fuck should I know?" Cartman arched an eyebrow, "All I know is, she's always home late on Saturdays, which means I'm left hungry for an extra hour, 23 minutes and fifteen seconds."

"Fine... It's Ready." Kenny stated, standing back up. Kenny patiently stayed in place, waiting for Cartman to enter first, but upon receiving a slap to his ass, realised he was expected to enter.

"You go in first, I don't wanna get burned if you fucked with the temperature." Cartman snapped, pushing Kenny forward. Kenny hopped in the shower, actually quite pleased to be able to be in a normal-functioning shower, unlike his at home, which almost always had icy cold water spewing from it.

Cartman followed in second, standing in the dead center of the shower so that Kenny had limited room and barely got any of the pleasantly warm water on him. Grabbing the bar of soap off the ledge of the bath tub, Kenny began to work at getting Cartman's chest clean - making sure to get under his rolls of fat and arms, the foulest of all places.

"Kenny, you're so slow."

Kenny sighed and scrubbed faster, washing around Cartman's wide neck.

"Kenny, wash lower."

Kenny slid lower, now at the fat boy's chest.

"Lower."

Kenny sighed and slid down further, washing Cartman's stomach.

"Lower!"

Kenny, who always enjoyed being a tease, ignored this order and slid the bar of soap upwards.

"Goddammit Kenny, can't you take instruction?" Cartman glared at Kenny, slapping the small blond across the face. Kenny's jaw dropped and his head snapped up, glaring at the larger boy.

"Don't you fucking hit me Cartman! I'm not your bitch!" Kenny said, standing up and shoving the bar of soap into Cartman's hands.

"You're MY whore Kenny, and I'll treat you just how I want!"

"You haven't paid me yet, fat ass, and you're not going to! I take too much shit from you! I quit!" Kenny snapped, not even bothering to rinse the soap off his hands as he threw the shower curtains back. As Kenny was just about to jump out of the tub, he was given a rough shove by Cartman. The blond slipped and fell, hitting his head on the bath tub faucet as he landed on his backside.

Kenny groaned, feeling dizzy. Bringing a hand up to the back of his head, he recognised the feeling right away of the substance on his fingers as blood. With difficulty, Kenny got on his hands and knees, crawling pathetically out of the tub as blood began to run down his back.

"Ay! Come back here!" Cartman yelled as Kenny began to towel himself off, covering Cartman's soft, white towel with stains of blood.

"Get a new goddamn whore. I'm not coming back!" Kenny snapped as he stood up, getting dressed as quickly as he could. His vision was getting blurrier by the minute as blood continued to fall from the head wound, which Cartman couldn't care less about.

"Well... Well... You're gonna starve, McCormick! You'll need the money, Ken, oh-ho, you know it!"

Kenny ignored him, slowly exiting the bathroom. As Kenny exited the house, he made sure to snatch the twenty off of Cartman's bed when his friend wasn't looking, and made his way home, a trail of blood behind him.

Cartman tried to carry on as though he couldn't care less that Kenny was gone and that blood was spewing from the back of his head. However, only one of those things did Cartman truly not care about, and that was the fact that Kenny had a serious head injury.

With Kenny having quit, Cartman suddenly grew nervous. Kenny wasn't one to jokingly quit, as that would risk him not being welcomed back if he changed his mind. If Kenny quit something, his mind was made, and that meant he would never want to return. Cartman had lost Kenny as a whore and fuck buddy, and he knew that the blond would not be coming back to his bedroom.

If Kenny was out of the picture, the only person Cartman had ever gotten to have sex with or even make out with despite Kenny only doing it for the money, Cartman panicked that he would never have sex again. Kenny was the cheapest whore he could get - He knew that for a fact. None of the broads that walked down near the late-night movie theatres in the rougher part of towns would ever accept as little money as Kenny did for sex.

Cartman knew it would take far too much whining and crying to get his mother to give him enough money to pay for a real hooker every friday night, like he had with Kenny. Plus, Cartman would never settle for a cheap hooker either - He wanted someone with looks, and he had to admit, for a guy, Kenny was pretty damn hot, plus it wasn't hard to pretend he was a girl from behind with his long, blonde hair. The only other options Cartman had were to actually be nice and find someone he could date, who would love him back... Or find someone he would LIKE to date, and use enough force.


To Be Continued