Kyle positioned himself behind Eric. He inserted his penis into Eric's tight ass.

"Oh my God, Kyle..." Eric moaned.

"Does it hurt? Should I pull out?" Kyle asked.

"No, no. It's just a lot bigger than I expected," he grunted.

"Heh, really?" Kyle wondered, flattered by Eric's compliment.

"Remember that one time I was curious and put a banana up there?" Eric reminded him.

"Yeah. That was kinda fuckin' weird," Kyle responded, still thrusting into Eric.

"Well, this feels a lot better," Eric told him.

"Okay, now you're just bullshitting me," Kyle said.

"Nah, I haven't lied to you since before the boat ride," Eric said truthfully.

"You know, Eric, I'm glad we can casually talk like this when we make love. I don't want life to turn into some poorly-directed smut film," Kyle joked.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Eric said.

Kyle was now going balls deep into Eric, his testicles slapping against Eric's ass as he trust.

"Oh god, Ky, I'm gonna cum!" Eric moaned.

"Cum?" Kyle asked, puzzled.

"It's what that white stuff is. It's how girls get pregnant," Eric grunted.

"AH! MMH, KYLE!" he shouted, ejaculating all over Kyle.

Kyle also ejaculated inside of Eric.

"That was awesome, dude," Eric said.

"Yeah..." Kyle sighed, satisfied.

There was a knock at the door.

"Hey fags, what did you do to my parents?!" yelled a familiar voice. The door opened. Clyde stood there, a look of anger on his face.

"CLOSE THE DOOR, YOU CUNT!" Kyle and Eric yelled together.

"Not until you tell me what you did to my parents!" Clyde shouted.

Eric got up and got dressed.

"You want to see your parents again? Fine. You can see them again IN HELL, YOU BASTARD!" he shouted. Eric pulled a pair of safety scissors out of his backpack and started to chase Clyde down the street.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he yelled. Clyde tripped and fell.

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Kyle was standing on the steps in only his underwear, still buckling his belt.

"ERIC, CALM DOWN!" he yelled. Eric walked back up the street carrying Clyde's unconscious body. "Kyle, remember those chains I used on you? Do you still have them?" Eric asked.

"DISGUSTING!" Kyle shouted.

"No, no! Just to keep him bound! Not for that!" Eric said.

"Oh, yeah..." Kyle replied.

Clyde was bound in chains, surrounded by sticks and leaves. He had just woken up.

"Where am I? And WHY ARE THERE SAFETY SCISSORS IN MY SHOULDER?!" he screamed.

"Well, Clyde, it's just us here..." Eric chuckled.

"LET ME GO, CARTMAN!" Clyde sobbed.

"Oh, I'll let you go!" Eric said.

"Really?!" Clyde said, smiling.

"Sure," Eric replied.

"I'LL LET YOU GO TO HELL!" he shouted. He lit a match and threw it at Clyde. The sticks and leaves around him burned, as well as his clothes. He was on fire, burning alive. His skin and muscles were melting off the bone, and he was shouting in agony. "WHY, CARTMAN!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" he shouted. Eric put him out with a fire extinguisher.

"You... saved me?" Clyde asked.

"Nope!" Eric taunted. He put duct tape over Clyde's mouth.

"You're going to starve, and endure the pain of the burns the entire time," Eric cackled. Clyde had just realized he was in the middle of nowhere.

"Why am I doing this? Because you messed with the most important thing in my life. Kyle!" Eric told him.

"Goodbye, you pathetic waste of space!" he shouted. Eric walked away, and Clyde began to cry.