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Playing Nice

"No pictures." Kyle offered immediately. "At all."

Kenny pouted, but relented just as quickly, nodding and jotting it down. Carman tapped the notebook and muttered, "No scat," looking satisfied when the words were written down in the blond's surprisingly neat pen.

The redhead scowled, displeased to be presented with yet another thing he was unknowledgeable of. "What's scat?" he asked, sounding a tad whiny. Stan leaned over to cup his hands around his ear and whisper an explanation, prompting a disgusted exclamation.

Leaning back, Stan listed off, "No knives, no fire, no blood, no whips, no kids, no animals, no sounding, no rape play." he paused in thought. "No choking, either."

The blond rolled his eyes, tore out the page, crumpled it up and threw it away. He removed another page much more carefully from his red spiral bound notebook and folded it in half twice, creating four neat sections, at the top of which he wrote down their names in all caps. KENNY, STAN, KYLE, CARTMAN. Under his name, he jotted down, 'No pedophilia, no knives, no blood, no zoophilia, no fire, no scat.' Under Stan's, he wrote the same thing, adding whips, sounding, rape play, and choking.

"Anything else?"

The noirette thought a moment. "No watersports."

Kyle didn't know what that was, but he was a little unnerved that it wasn't written down under Kenny's name, too. The blond turned to Cartman. "What about you, fatass?"

He studied the page briefly. "No scat." he repeated, waiting for Kenny to write it down before he went on. "No zoophilia. No kiddies."

The blond, pen poised to continue, prompted, "And?"

Cartman shrugged. "I'm good."

The other three looked at him for a moment, intrigued and a bit frightened, but that was what this was about, right?

"Ky?"

"No photography." he reminded the blond. "If Stan won't do it, I won't." Ken copied Stan's list over. "No biting. No diapers. No double penetration. No face-slapping. No spitting. I don't want anyone to pee on me."

Ken snorted. "That's 'watersports', sweetheart, already written down. Why no biting?"

The redhead shrugged, uncomfortable, unwilling to hold eye contact. "I dunno."

They let it slide. Kenny lovingly folded the page back, then wrote in all caps, HARD LIMITS. "This is written in pencil." His voice was soothing and quiet, his eyes on his hands as he set the page aside. "So we can come back to it. Take things off, add them, et cetera. Now, let's talk about the fun stuff. Let's go around in a circle... Three times, let's say, and say something we wanna do or that we're into. Think a bit on the short term side of things, nothing that needs a lot of preparation or training. I'll go first. I want to try proper bondage, all four limbs immobile. Stan?"

The teen in question looked a bit put on the spot. He blushed slightly, and glanced down as he forced out quickly, "I have a, uh, afootfetish..."

Kenny looked approving, jotting down 'foot fetish' under 'bondage'. Cartman seemed a bit on the shy side as well, but didn't hide his face as he informed the group, "I like cum play."

"What's that?" the redhead asked, looking the slightest bit disturbed. Instead of getting an answer, he was merely prompted to give a suggestion as well. At length, and with a great deal of deliberation, he ambiguously answered, "Worship." Ken decided to write it down and interrogate him later.

The blond suggested pet play and mentioned an insertion fetish. Stan suggested sex games and orgasm denial. Cartman suggested collaring and humiliation. Kyle sheepishly offered 'more roleplaying' and, to a fair bit of surprise, cross dressing. The list, all in all, was impressive, and, to say the least, sounded fun.

"Let's talk long term." Kenny's voice had gone soft again, as though he were trying to soothe wild animals. Apt. "Just, the biggest fantasy we can work towards that you're okay with sharing. Personally, my goal for this is to see all of you exploring each other and yourselves, alright? What about you, Cartman?"

The brunette smirked, laughing at a private joke. "I want Kyle to suck my balls. No, wait!" he cackled, slapping his knee with his meaty hand. "I want him to beg me for permission to suck my balls!"

Scandalized, Kyle's jaw dropped, his cheeks burning red as his hair in anger. "FUCKING FATASS!" he screeched, launching himself at the fatass in question. Ken giggled at the sight of the tiny Jew on top of the much larger teen, beating his broad chest with his little fists while Cartman squirmed and whined, but the attacker's superbest just sighed, reached over, grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him off the bigot.

Scowling disapprovingly down at the redhead fuming in his lap, Stan offhandedly remarked, "I want Kyle to learn to keep his temper!" followed by a sharp smack to the Jew's thigh.

Ken nodded seriously, ignoring that the comment was meant in jest. "He is our primary sub." Stan locked eyes with the blond, his annoyance melting into a smile. Wrapping his arms around the Jew's waist, he snuggled him, obviously very pleased by this notion.

Kyle didn't seem to have a complaint, either, resting his hands on his best friend's arms. "I want to learn how to make you guys happy." His simple declaration was followed by a hard glare towards his rival. "'You guys' being Ken and Stan, NOT the fucking fatass. I want to make THEM happy, not you!"

Cartman positively snarled, crudely gripping his package. "I want to make your smart mouth useful for something, fucking faggot!"

The pair's angry stare off was interrupted by Stan's chuckling. "You realize that you basically just said you want Kyle to suck you off, then called him a faggot, right?" He snorted. Just like that, the animosity was forgotten and they were discussing plans once again.

The redhead pointed to the page, forgotten on the ground between them. "What's cum play?" Again, no one bothered answering him, Stan in particular remembering the pee incident and thinking that this bitch fit could only be worse.

"So which should we try first?"

"I don't think we should plan it too much."

"What's... What's pet play?"

"Maybe we should do another role play?

"Orgasm denial? Guys?"

"Like Doctor? Or House?"

"What about Cops and Robbers?"

"What's an insertion fetish? It sounds painful."

"Man, we haven't played that since we were kids."

"Didn't we keep Butters locked up for a few days?"

"I thought that was when we played Superheroes?"

"FUCK YOU I AM SHELTERED AND JEWISH SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THIS SHIT IS!"

"GOOGLE IT YOU FUCKING JEWRAT!"

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Just some filler, you guys. If you read these notes, you know that I lost my virginity and my beau went to jail. It came out a few weeks ago that he was cheating. Last week I found out he was also recording me without permission and sending the videos and pictures to his friends. I'm kind of broken up.

Please, tell me what you want to see. Most suggested kink will be incorporated in the next chapter.

Don, you can review but I won't respond. It's nothing personal. My mother doesn't want me to speak to you any more. I miss you.

QUESTIONS. COMMENTS, CONCERNS? REVIEW!