Sunday was what Kyle expected after he woke up on Eric's floor beside where Eric slept. Eric made sure to have Kyle serve him exactly how he wanted him to perform. In between demands, Kyle was able to live freely as long as he didn't leave the house. He wondered when Eric would allow him a shot of heroin or something to get the edge off. While Eric was eating cheesy puffs in front of the TV, Kyle thought of a way that would win Eric over - with sex appeal. He took the cheesy puffs away from Eric. "What the fuck?! I was eating that!" Eric protested. Kyle put it down and got on Eric's lap, "Oh Master, I was hoping. Hoping that maybe-" Eric narrowed his eyes, "What do you want, Kyle?" Kyle couldn't right out ask for the drugs, he assumed Eric would say no and probably push him off, so he went with a more firm approach, he kissed down Eric's neck while eyeing Eric's facial responses. Eric knew this was a play for something and he knew that he didn't give Kyle the drugs yet and he was curious on how he would ask for it. "Okay, does my Jew want his heroin? You could have just asked for it." Eric sighed as he rested his arms around Kyle's waist.

"So it would have been that easy?" Kyle asked.

Eric grinned and poked Kyle's nose playfully, "Sure you silly Jew. All you had to say, 'Master, is it time for my heroin?' and I'll answer, "You'd like that wouldn't you, you drug crazed Jew whore? Wanting your drugs because you loooove it so much. Well maybe I'm not going to give you your drugs today. How would you like that?!' But since you went through the trouble of trying to seduce me for it, I'll give in, but just this once." Kyle's mouth was opened in surprise, "You are a sick son of a bitch. Master." Eric pulled Kyle in for a kiss. Kyle liked how soft and cheese tasting Eric's lips were, his third kiss with him and he wanted to do more. Eric broke the kiss, "Now get off me so I can get the syringe ready for you." Kyle got off and Eric left him for a few minutes. He came back with a rubber band cut in half to be a tie and the syringe. Like last time, the dosage was quite low, but he knew it was Eric's way to get him off safely. Once handed to Kyle, he tied the rubber tie on his arm and injected himself. Eric watched, trying to not look brokenhearted for what Kyle was doing to himself. Kyle handed back the rubber tie and the syringe, "Thank you, Master." "Yeah." Eric replied and quickly left the room.

At night, Kyle followed Eric to the basement to fill more of Eric's needs.

"You are so pretty." Eric purred as he chained Kyle's arms behind his back and his thighs to his calves to keep him from bending out. Kyle was on his stomach on the floor, completely uncomfortable with how Eric positioned him. Kyle winced a bit, the chains rubbing against his flesh stung. "What's the game plan this time? Master." Kyle asked, always forgetting to address Eric's title in the same sentence. Eric knelt down and took Kyle by his red curls, "I'm trying to be patient with you, Jew, but how damn hard is it to forget to call me 'Master', in the same goddamn sentence!?" Kyle laughed, "I've only been your pet for a day. I'll adjust, I promise." Eric believed him and he smiled sincerely. He got up and went behind him. He felt a lubed up condom go inside him and Eric reaching over while fucking him with a dildo, "Turn to the head and suck it. Think of it as double penetration."

Kyle was about to put his mouth on it only to move away and had an unsure expression, "Master, would you ever have me do that, for reals?"

"What? Have you suck off some guy while someone fucks you? While I'm pretty sure you're used to it, no, I don't intend on sharing you with anyone, even if we do attend gatherings. Just shut up and suck the rubber dick."

"Gatherings?" Kyle asked, a bit scared, "What gatherings, Master?"

Eric was impatient, "Dammit, just suck the fucking dick! We'll talk afterwards, alright?!"

Hesitantly, Kyle sucked on the dildo while Eric fucked him. "Like it, Slut?" Eric asked while Kyle grasped through and nodded carefully. Slamming into him as hard and fast as he was, he came shortly after. He took the dildo out of Kyle's mouth, cleaned himself, and freed Kyle from the chains. "Wanna know something? I could have easily shoved that pole up Dennis's ass, I just didn't feel like it." Kyle rubbed his wrists, "What does that have to do with anything, Master?" Eric sighed as he gestured to Kyle to go up the stairs. Back into Eric's room while Kyle dressed in pajamas, Eric decided to answer his question, "To sodomize the same man who took your virginity to be your next and last person to have sex with you seemed just too weird and symbolic so I decided not to do that." Kyle blinked and shook his head. He had so many questions to ask, but one did make more sense to ask, only for Eric to speak first and said what Kyle was going to ask, "As of tomorrow. Just as it's been before anything happened. I would love it if you called me 'Eric', but after thinking about it, Stan and Kenny will get all suspicious and I'm sure your bitch will get pissed if he found out that you're mine - literally."

"Master, stop calling Stan a bitch."

"I didn't say he was a bitch, I said he was your bitch, just like Wendy is his bitch. There is a difference. As saying, mind what insults you use on me, if I feel you are out of hand, I will punish you. Now, there is something else I wanted to talk to you about. Not everything I do to you will lead to intercourse. I can tie you up, put things in you, and abuse you anyway I wish. In time you'll love it and... you'll love me. There are other things I want to mention but now is not the time." Eric informed him. Kyle curled up on the rug on the side of the bed that Eric slept closest too the most. He closed his eyes, "You love me, Master?" Eric covered Kyle with his blanket, turned off the light, and crawled into bed, "More than you know, Jew. I know you don't love me and that's fine. As long as I get to at least own you, I'm fine with that for now."

The next morning, after they dressed for school and went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. After brushing, Eric handed Kyle some foundation and a pack of fresh facial sponges, "You're still bruised up." Kyle frowned and refused to take it, "I'm not putting on makeup." "You will put it on or I'll rat you out!" Eric threatened. Kyle didn't buy it and didn't hide his disbelief, "You'll rat me out? You'll expose that I was a prostitute, possibly gay - you know, to make it look really good, a recovering drug addict, and even risk the chance of exposing our 'relationship'? To everyone? Which means to Stan, Kenny, and our other friends who hate you with a passion? I don't see that likely, Master, in fact, I think you'd want to keep my secret pretty close to your heart." Eric knew that Kyle wasn't completely broken as one would assume, and Eric was actually happy to see that part of Kyle was still alive, "You make a good point, Jew. I can see my scare tactics don't work on you, which pleases me greatly."

"Why?"

"Because you're still human and still yourself, which I thought was gone. I love the you that you are, Kyle, not what became of you. Now put on the damn make up or I'll do it for you!" Eric said sweetly only to get demanding. Kyle sighed and gave in. He put on the make up, which Eric expected after and had to apply in places that Kyle missed. As they were about to leave, Eric stopped Kyle and kissed him, "You won't get punished, in fact, unless we're in the basement, you don't have to call me 'Master' all the time, but that is all you must address me until I say otherwise while it's just us, and I find your spunk refreshing."

They step outside, see the two cars and they look at each other. Kyle's car was slightly nicer than Eric's and Eric's car wasn't really his, he just took Liane's car all the time. "So my car?" Kyle asked. Eric nodded slowly and went to the passenger seat. Kyle unlocked the car and got in, Eric went in after. "If anyone asks, I asked for a ride because my mom took the car and you were happy to help. We have to keep appearances. Call me by my last name if you have to, keep the insults to a minimum even if Stan eggs you on to go further. You are free to follow him around until school is over, if you must hang out with him, I must attend. Any questions?" Eric instructed. Kyle kept his eye on the road, "Two. One, I assume that you'll be throwing the insults at me without a second thought?" Eric nodded, "Like if it were any other day." Kyle exhaled, how he wished that would stop, but he supposed that it's to keep Stan and Kenny from catching on, "Fine, and two, how will I know if I am up the minimum mark with the insults I'm allowed to spew at you?"

"Good question, Jew. I know how a certain word hurts you, which is why I say it. I won't say it anymore unless you reach the level where it's appropriate. Once I say it, you can't say anymore insults until the day after." Eric answered. He gingerly put his hand on Kyle's lap, rubbed on the bulge, which excited and distracted Kyle, "Master, don't." Kyle bit on his lower lip as Eric kept rubbing him. At the verge of orgasm, Eric took his hand away, leaving Kyle really uncomfortable since he couldn't help himself and Eric was enjoying the fact he put him there. "Just last minute fun to hold me over until after school. And Kyle?"

"Yes Master?"

"I love you."

"I know."

Kyle parked in the student parking lot and they got out. Stan and Kenny were by the bike racks when they see the two coming. "Did you two come together?" Kenny asked. "Cartman called me asking if he can get a ride since his mom took the car. It's all cool." Kyle answered, glancing at Eric to see if he said the right things, which Eric gave an approving nod. "So where were you this weekend? I called your phone and went to your house several times." Stan asked. Kyle didn't know what to answer, Eric stepped in, "He was probably busy doing Jew things." "I was out of town and came back Sunday night. Sorry I missed you, Dude." Kyle lied. Stan seemed to have believed him, Kenny wasn't so sure, but he wasn't going to point it out when he could easily start a fight he didn't want to be part of. When it was time to go in, Eric and Kyle took a few steps back to let Stan and Kenny go ahead of them. "That was close." Kyle whispered. Eric nodded, "I didn't prepare for that one."


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