The next day was a normal school day, Kyle felt drained, and he couldn't believe he lost his journal. To make matters even worse, that ass hat was in possession of it. He furrowed his eyebrows in anger at the thought of him having his journal, but it was the only logical conclusion he came up with. The name in his text book wasn't his own, but was Eric Cartmans.

He slung his bag over his shoulder, as he walked to the bus stop. Possessing a messenger bag that smacked his hip as he walked. His eyes were met with that of his large rival, and secret lover. And to his dismay they were the only two at the bus stop so far.

"Well, Well, Well…"

Oh here we go,

"Not one fuckin' word..."

"Or what, Kahl?"

"You know, god damn what."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think I need some reminding."

"The fuck you don't, asshole!"

"Aw, Kahl, I just wanna hear you beg."

"No fuckin' way."

"Then I guess you're not gettin' it back anytime soon, Jew-boy."

To Kyle's relief he was joined at the bus stop by Kenny, since today was a Tuesday, and Stan had football practice. When Kenny had stopped, so did that one argument, but that wasn't enough for Cartman.

"Got the chapters for English?" He questioned, looking rather annoyed at having to ask him out of the blue like this, but he knew he had to change it now that they weren't alone at the bus stop.

"Yeah, no thanks to you," he said looking up with half annoyed eyes, staring down at Cartman his rather large menace.

"Psh, Whatever, schools for hippies and lame-os" he said in a mild brush off, not really interested in the project to begin with; "still can't believe they paired me up with the likes of juu."

"Trust me, you're the last person, I'd want to be paired up with," he said bitterly,

This was strange because with what Kyle saw at Cartman looked a little bit of hurt, but it may have just been him imagination, right, he was only seeing things. No way would Cartman be easily hurt by something like this, he was the bitter asshole he's known practically forever right?

Kenny didn't say anything during their quarrels, he didn't really have any business about it, and it seemed normal since they had been going at it for a long time. Kenny took his usual seat next to Kyle, while Cartman sat up front leaning his elbow onto the window staring out at the passing buildings, he was already drained from last night. Even so he tried not to let that change him, he couldn't show weakness, because if he did that Jew brat would know something's up, and he couldn't just take that chance.

Kenny and Kyle sat in the back, as Kenny started going on about Jenny Mackerson, and how large her breasts were once again, saying he had bought the latest edition of playboy magazine and that Jenny Mackerson had some of the largest breasts he ever feasted his eyes on. But the righteous part of him wandered about that girl, 'Cat'.

They were silent on the way to school, it didn't seem the say without Stan being in their corner. Kyle was still upset not being able to get his journal back, his face still flushing. The fat ass was probably mocking him with it. He angry bit his lip as he retreated towards the hall of their middle school, he caught up to Cartman.

"Gimme back my journal now!"

"Now is that anyway to ask, meh?"

"I'm warning you!"

"Or what Kahl? Your precious little secret would be found out, eh, jew-boy, fag?"

Just then Kyle shoved Cartman towards the ground and gritting his teeth, his eyes furrowing in anger.

"You god damn asshole!" he shouted at him, at the now fallen Cartman.

Cartman looked at Kyle as he got up dusting himself off, he noticed in the corner of his eye the dean was coming their way, rolling them, he went into his backpack and gave Kyle the journal. Not wanting to deal with being punished after school, since he had to do double time on the website.

"Here, Jew, Christ, I didn't want this hassle so god damn early in the mornin', lucky for yew, I don't feel like gettin' detention, again."

Kyle looked at Cartman in a surprised manner when he gave him his journal, he placed it deep in his backpack. And when he did just that, the dean and principal came their way.

"What seems to be the trouble?" asked the dean, who had a bald head and wore a white business suit and black slacks.

"Nuttin' to worry 'bout, Jus' ya know, he's havin' repressed emotions lately, gramma's sick, probably didn't see where he was goin, no problem at all, ere'," he exclaimed as he dusted himself off and patting Kyle on the back for reassurance.

Cartman was in the way of the view of Kyle's face, so that the Dean and the Principal couldn't see his puzzled expression. The Dean and the Principal waved and said before turning their back on the both of them,

"Very well, carry on then,"

They walked away from them as they started to talk about further improvements on the school budget.

"What the hell was that?" Kyle asked still having a still puzzled look, but his eyebrows knitted together giving him of a more angry demeanor.

"I think I saved yew, asshole, or did yew want fuckin' detention?" he said as he turned to face Kyle looking at him in the eyes, pointing a finger to his chest.

"I wouldn't care about getting' detention fat-ass,"

"I'm sure yer parents would think otherwise,"

Kyle grew more furious, and turned away from Cartman scoffing at him, as he went to walk to his locker, he had to get ready for class anyway since the bell was going to ring at any moment.

But just when he was about to walk further away from the large boy, he heard him speak one more time,

"N' Kahl, we're gonna talk' bout it."

Kyle started to feel a lump form in his throat at those words, they're gonna talk about it? He didn't think he could match his eyes with his once arch nemesis with that statement. So, Cartman did read it, was the final conclusion he came up with. He was fucked…extremely.

"Fine, I don't give a fuck," he said as he finally disappeared out of view, having bitter words to what he was really trying to say. He stomped off while carrying his English book in his grasp, not giving the fat fuck a second glance, knowing full and well he was possibly making a smirk on his lips, and he wasn't too far off either.

During English class, he sat there as he went over the papers and turning in his homework from yesterday. He luckily for him, wrote it down in an agenda, even though he didn't have his own English book yesterday, he still was fortunate enough that he had the power of the internet for further research purposes.

While passing his paper forward, he yawned, he had been a wreck last night, and was starting to become a wreck the rest of today. He didn't want to deal with Cartman, and he just wanted to have someone to talk to, he was stuck.

Kenny didn't appear at lunch he was excused on the absence of his job needing him, evidently someone had called out sick, and he was a replacement server. Kenny whom had always worked as a busser found it to be his chance into doing this, to his surprise the table he was serving first happened to be that girl…

She looked up at him with a small smile on her face, her eyes held some sort of pain, she also wore a long sleeved shirt and jeans. Hard to make out any other skin on her body other than her face, she sat across from her father.

"Can I getcha somethin' to drink?" he questioned, as he gripped the pen firmly in his hand, he was already becoming suspicious of the man that sat across from her, especially the display that had happened days ago in this restaurant.

"Yeah, bud, I'd like to have a Heineken, no ice, hold the ice."

Kenny wrote that down on the pad, as he turned his attention towards the younger girl. She paused a little bit, as she weakly spoke,

"I-I'll just have a glass of water…"

His eyebrows knitted in a concerned look as he wrote down water, surely she would have wanted something else, was she being forced to only get water?

"Comin' right up," he said as he turned from the table, fetching to go get the drinks, he still held some concern for her as he poured both drinks in their respectable glasses, and held the tray in one hand.

Serving them both the drinks, he cringed when he heard the man shouting at his daughter? Did she really have to put up with a monster like that? He shook his head at the thought and retreated towards the back with some menus as the next set of customers arrived moments later. He had to remain professional here, for he was at his job, and not on the streets.

"Thanks, that'll be all," the man said, the girl looked at him with somewhat pleading eyes, Kenny couldn't do anything he felt defenseless.

Stan didn't have football practice today, instead he was at home pondering about Wendy. His thoughts were always on her these days, and things seemed to be going his way for once. He sighed some, as he laid in his bed thinking of her. But was slowly interrupted by a knock on his door, evidently it was his sister, Shelly.

"C'mon turd, it's time for dinner, mom says if you don't get down by the count of—"

"Alright, Jesus, I'm going."

Apparently Stan was more into his thoughts than he'd hope for since he had missed the first few times that his mother had called them for dinner. He just couldn't help himself the poor boy was in love. He marched downstairs as he was greeted by glares from his mother and his father, and Shelly just gave a snicker as she sat down at the table.

"Took ya' long enough, mister?" said Randy Marsh, Stan's father.

"Okay, I just have a lot on my mind, alright?" He said in annoyance as he took his place.

"You've been spending lots of time with Wendy lately," Sharon Marsh, Stan's mother said.

"Well, mom, she's my girlfriend so.."

"Have you been using protection?" Randy chimed in.

"Ah! Really Randy! At the table!" Sharon interrupted.

"Look, I just want to make sure our son is being safe!"

"But don't ya think there is a time for that? Seriously? I'm concerned too but—"

"C'mon Sharon, we gotta make sure he's doing the right things, he's a guy, you know."

"I know, Randy! But still it's a matter of principle, besides were eating!"

"Okay-Okay enough...fine, yes...I've been using protection," Stan said getting tired of this tedious argument.

"See that's what I wanted to know, Good job, Stan," Randy said as he passed the mashed potatoes.

"I HATE THIS FAMILY," Shelly muttered under her breath as she ate her vegetables.

Stan didn't say much more at dinner, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by a text on his phone, he looked down in his pocket as he answered it, it was a text from Wendy.

[Hi Stan! Just got out of practice! How're you?]

Stan smiled at the text, he ran his thumb over it, not paying attention that his parents were looking at him.

[Good, eating dinner with my family, I'll call you later, alright?]

He hit send, as his eyes made contact with his parents staring at him.

"What? I can't text my girlfriend?"

Kyle was at home now, logged on to his computer, his mother and father were out with Ike to go to the movies, seeing a movie he didn't really want to see himself. Besides he had a lot of things he had to do at home, and now he had to worry about payment to the website he was a part of. Jesus'He thought to himself, How did I get myself into this, damn it.

Kyle went onto the website now logging in under his name

[TotallyKB13 has logged in]

[JuicyGingerBush008] Hey there, see you've got a premium account now, now you can see all the good shit!

[TotallyKB13] Yeah, guess so.

[JuicyGingerBush008] Got a favorite one so far?

Kyle pondered as he only was enticed to get a premium account because the person who convinced him seems for sure, and they were manipulating him in some way..kind of like..

Kyle shook that thought from his head, as they couldn't possibly be the same person.

[TotallyKB13] Well, King of Authority does seem to live up to his name, and his performances.

[JuicyGingerBush008] Oh man, he's like legend on here, seems like he lured you in for real.

[TotallyKB13] I guess so.

[JuicyGingerBush008] He's probably going to be on tonight, like always, you're here kind of early you know.

[TotallyKB13] Yeah, it's whatever, I'll be lurking here, for a bit.

Kyle wasn't wrong he was just going to have himself logged in, while he did some of his work for class. He rolled his eyes as he continued to read the lovely bones, and within hours it was time for the show. Kyle put the book away, as he shuffled it with his notes ready for class tomorrow.

[KingofAuthority13 has logged in]

[KingofAuthority13] Alright, guys' shows gonna be startin' soon, any last minute requests?

[TotallyKB13] Yeah, wondering if you could turn around so I could see your fucking ass. Give it a good smack for safety measure.

Kyle couldn't believe what he had just typed out, but he really did get drawn in so he might as well get his monies worth he was paying for his services after all. One thing he did know was that he was a legit guy, with an out of focus webcam. He probably did that on purpose so people wouldn't recognize him.

[KingofAuthority13] Whatever, that stuff I can do for free, just a smack, that's nothing.

[JuicyGingerBush008] Ah, totally wanna see your ass, never shown us before.

[KingofAuthoriy13] I've asked you to get a premium membership before, not my fault you don't do it.

[JuicyGingerBush008] I know..I know..I just can't afford it right now.

[KingofAuthority13] Well, there's your answer, anyway for the people who have requests I'll be doing them as follows..KB wants me to smack my ass, Hung wants more costume fun, Vicky wants some pudding play…and that just taps out my night.

Kyle sighed, his request sounded really stupid in his thought, but it felt like he had seen them before on webcam elsewhere. Kyle wasn't stupid, he felt like he was onto something, and that background behind them raised some further questioning himself. Was he really going to be doing this? Was this the right thing to do? He sighed somewhat, as he unzipped his pants now defeated by the irony in front of him. He found a way to hook up his computer to record some of the shows whenever he wasn't online. So he could keep them for his own personal pleasures. He had caught King doing things with his phallus and scrotum, things he hadn't thought of doing in his own way.

Kyle had recorded all of that, there wasn't anything in the rules stating that it was illegal in doing so, and ever since his escapade with Apple he made sure that he read the user agreement. Kyle set the recording as King was getting ready to display his ass on webcam for him. However, Kyle's eyes blinked a bit as he clicked in further zoom on the ass that was in his face.

Oh. My. God!

Kyle couldn't believe it, he knew that ass anywhere. Since it was something that a certain fatass always had bragged about during the times growing up with him. One thing puzzled him to no end though…he would have to ask Cartman that later. Kyle couldn't help it as he felt more turned on then ever by the ass that was in front of him. Stroking himself with every inch of his fingertips made him groan and moan in pleasure. It was him...there was no denying that.

Within moments Kyle's cheeks turned red as a tomato as he felt himself closer and closer to the oncoming climax. He found himself shouting out his name,

"Damn it! Eric!"

Kyle's eyes went wide at the sudden realization that hit him, why did he say Eric…was it the fact that Cartman was the one who was on the other side of it? It didn't seem like it would be anything Kyle would doing, then again he was doing things he didn't think he would do in a rational state of mind.

That mother fucker.

That thought came to Kyle as he unzipped his pants, it was just in time too because his parents had arrived home moments later from the movies. Kyle closed out the webcam stream and started to type in a PM box to King of Authority.

Cartman sighed when he got the request to smack his ass, it wasn't a big deal since he was used to doing ass play in the past. And since KB was someone new, they probably haven't seen his ass before. Cartman sighed getting ready to pull down his brown trousers, and displayed his ass for KB to see, he gave it a smack a few times. He had the other kinds of toys at his disposal by the desk, usually he would charge a little more if there was something playful to it like insertion or lathering it up with something. He really hoped KB was getting off well enough. Soon he saw his PMs going off the charts to do more with his ass. Cartman snickered as he went over to his bed, getting off the chair he took out a cane, since this was a preview after all and he was a premium member he would be getting the full show eventually. Cartman took out a ruler, and started to smack himself with it. Reddening his jiggly ass in a more provocative manner. The ruler bent inwardly as he did this, smacking it as he took in the torture. It was something to be ashamed of but he didn't care. His mother on the other side was tending to another one of her 'clients' as he did all this anyway. Lucky for him he had gotten used to all of this shit over the years. Once he was done punishing himself for his viewer he had gotten an interesting PM.

[TotallyKB13] There's something you should know.

[KingofAuthority13] What you didn't like it?

[TotallyKB13] No it's not that, it's something else.

[KingofAuthority13] Then what is it?

[TotallyKB13] I know who you are.

[KingofAuthority13] Haha, very funny.

Cartman played this as if they couldn't be serious about all of this, exactly who did this person think they were fooling, he was probably just bullshitting trying to get their price cut or something along the lines of that. Cartman wasn't going to be easily persuaded.

[TotallyKB13] No seriously, I do know.

[KingofAuthority13] There is no way I am going to lessen my prices.

[TotallyKB13] It's not about that, Cartman.

Cartman froze at his computer and did a double take, he couldn't believe it. This website was supposed to mask his identity. Well good fucking job morons, they could obviously tell who he was. Cartman furrowed his eyebrows, and didn't respond for a long time, he stood there quite still. Ignoring the other PMs he was getting, he was trying to contemplate how could they know who he was just by his ass.

Cartman had to think and ponder smacking his tongue as he leaned his cheek onto his hand pondering at the thought.

KB….

KB….

KB…..

And just like that Cartman knew his eyes grew angry at who it could be, but somewhat flattered at just as so, maybe he could find a way to fit this in better than he thought.

[King of Authority13] Fuck you, Kyle!

And with that Cartman clicked out of the chatroom, pissed off, he would have to face the damn Jew tomorrow and since he knew his secret then it would be a matter of time before all of the world knew.

That son of a bitch!

Cartman closed his eyes, as he found his face within his frilly dress he was going to wear just in case someone was going to pay him up front. Cartman shut his eyes tightly as he hid his face deeper in the dress, trying to muffle the liquid that started to seep from his eyes.

It didn't help at all that he could hear his mother in the other room going full force with one of her clients, it just made him feel much emptier.

The next day at school was where Cartman had dreaded, he didn't want to go but he had no choice. His mother forced him out of the house to do so, he had a frown on his face on the way towards the bus stop. He didn't look at anyone, and finally Kyle showed up, without Kenny in sight.

"Cartman?" The Jewboy had said.

"What do juu' want? Came to laugh at me, jewboy?" he bit back.

"Just..tell me why?"

"I don't gotta tell yew nothin' " He said frowning some as he folded his arms, Kyle just looked at him as he walked closer.

"C'mon, you can't just do it..cause its fun,"

"Yew don't know anythin' just mind yer' god damn business!"

Before Kyle could say anything else, Stan had appeared right behind them,

"Hey dude's what are you talking about?"

The tension between Kyle and Cartman subsided as Stan had showed up, Stan realized they were probably fighting once more, but he didn't seem to be too phased since this seemed to be normal. Lucky for him they weren't going to be going physical which was a good thing.

Stan paused questioningly as he wondered they seemed to be one member short.

"Hey have you heard from Kenny?"

"Haven't seen em' yet dude," Kyle responded as he changed to subject quickly with Cartman. Cartman just stood there angry, which didn't look too strange since Cartman often looked angry most of the time anyway.

"Oh, alright, so like I spoke to Wendy last night, and like she was totally amazing with what we were talking about for the party, your going right?" Stan said with more excitement in his voice as he mentioned the party to Kyle once more.

Kyle was getting a little more annoyed at Stan for asking him constantly,

"Dude, I already told you I would be there."

"Well, I was just wondering so you wouldn't forget, man."

"How can I when you keep bringing it up?"

"So you'll come then?"

Kyle rolled his eyes at Stan, as he shook his head "Yes, asshole, I already said I would, damn it!"

"Well you don't have to sound so mad, Kyle?" Stan said a little broken up at his friend, Kyle just gave him an annoyed glance.

Before long Kenny did show up, late, and the bus did arrive. Kenny appeared last on the bus, as a glare exchanged between Cartman and Kyle as they took their seats away from each other. Kyle had a smirk on his face, and Cartman looked like he was on the verge of shaking. Kyle could very well play this in his cruel ways as he sat parallel from Cartman just one seat over. Cartman couldn't help but look at the Jew as he sat there, as Kyle still had that taunting look in his eyes.

Stan and Kenny sat behind them as Stan seemed to be perplexed about the exchange between him and Kyle this morning.

"Kenny, just what the hell is going on?"

"I dunno."

"I mean, Kyle's my best friend and he seemed to be mad asking him about the party."

"You've asked em' before dude, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"But nuthin' man, he said he's gonna go he'll go."

Stan sighed at that, was he really starting to be annoying his friend? Was that it? Had his relationship with Wendy been the reason that has clouded his judgements that he seemed to lose himself within time? Stan shook his head, out of his thoughts when he got a text from Wendy. His heart seemed to be shattering from what the message had conveyed.

Kenny looked on behind Stan peeking over his shoulder as he read what she had texted to Stan. Stan held a horrified look on his face.

[Stan, we need to talk.]