Eric was beyond worried when he found out that Kyle wasn't in class and that he and Stan haven't been seen since after lunch the day before. As Kyle figured, as soon as Stan pressed 'ignore' on Kyle's phone, Eric's 'Kyle Tracker' sent an mapped location to where Kyle had been. Eric ditched school, saw that Kyle's car was still in the parking lot. He had a spare key and took the car to where the phone said Kyle was. Upon pulling up, he knew where he was. Why would Stan and Kyle be at Dennis's house? Eric burst in and found nothing but a little bit of blood on the floor by the desk. He crouched down and touched the spots and looked at his fingers; the blood appeared fresh - still a reddish hue. He sniffed the blood and caught a trace of Kyle's cologne, mumbled to himself, "What the hell happened here, Kyle?"

Shortly after that, he found Kyle's phone on the seat that Stan was sitting in.

Not intentionally looking down, after leaving Dennis's place, Eric noticed some spat gum beside a bush, two different flavors. He knew that Stan chewed two different pieces of gum together; his favorite and Wendy's favorite. It was when Eric pieced together that Stan was here as well as Kyle, "So the bastard was here. Uhmm, either Stan is Dennis's prisoner or he could be his accomplice. He better hope for his sake that it's the first one."

Eric went home. For a couple of hours, he rattled his brain, trying to figure out what to do. He looked at a picture he took of Kyle while he was sleeping, his eyes swelled with tears, "I'll find you, Jew and we'll be together again as it should be." He had remembered that he didn't try to call Stan, just Kyle, and knowing Stan as he does, he knew that he'd never resist answering a call from Wendy. Eric threw on his coat and took the keys to drive to Wendy's house. He arrived a few minutes later and went to her door. After he rang the door bell, Wendy answered, "Cartman?"

"Wendy, this is important, may I borrow your cell phone?"

"Why? Don't you have one?!"

"Shut up, Bitch, and give me your fucking cell phone. It's really important!"

Wendy sighed in defeat and gave Eric her phone. He found Stan's number and pressed the phone icon. It ranged a couple of times before Stan answered it, "Hey Wendy."

"Try again, Asshole, where the fuck is Kyle?"

"What are you talking about?" Stan and Wendy said at about the same time but in different tones.

"Don't give me that shit! I know you're with him and that bastard, Dennis!"

Stan was silent for a moment and whispered into the phone, "Listen you dumb piece of shit, the only reason I haven't hung up on you is because I know what you have done for him. There's no way in hell he's going back to you, you sick son of a bitch." Then it was silent, Eric swore he could hear Kyle's voice, wondering where he was, Eric was relieved that Kyle was okay. Then Stan hung up the phone.

Eric handed the phone back to Wendy, who seemed concerned, "Cartman, what's going on?"

"Kyle was kidnapped and Stan's involved somehow. I don't know how he is, just that he is."

She touched his arm and looked at him with sympathy, "Kyle will be okay, Cartman, Stan would never let anything happen to him, you know that."

Eric wasn't so sure, he looked at her hand and touched it with his. Being worried over Kyle left him showing a side of himself that he normally didn't show anyone - that he can be decent human being, "I doubt that..."

He told Wendy everything, which left her confused and empathetic, "I'll help any way I can."

"I hoped you'd say that. I will install a tracker onto your phone that will activate as soon as Stan answers your call and talks to you for five seconds. We'll get his location and we'll get them back."

"Beg for mercy!"

"Please..."

"Please what?!"

"Please..."

Kyle was on the floor, crying, and in the fetal position while his arms and feet were chain bound. Dennis stood over him, kicking at Kyle's torso. Dennis smirked, pure evil shined through his dark green eyes as he looked at his helpless victim a few minutes after coming back in and decided to take more rage out on Kyle. More blood dribbled from Kyle's mouth, his stomach was in so much pain, he wanted to die. Stan just sat there and watched. As much as he wanted to help him, Dennis waved the fact that he was his accomplice and he could easily say that it was all Stan's idea - because it was.

"I don't hear you!"

"Please stop."

Kyle tried harder to shield his body from Dennis's blows. He rolled onto his stomach, but as soon as Dennis kicked at his left side, Kyle was pushed back to his right side. Stan couldn't bear to hear Kyle's screams and see him in such agony, "Dude, he's had enough! You'll kill him!"

Dennis backed away, "Yeah, you're right." He then sat on the couch and watched as Stan went to tend on Kyle. Dennis drank a beer, watching Stan and Kyle closely. It didn't take a doctor to notice that Kyle had a couple broken ribs from the recent attack. Stan looked up at Dennis, "Dammit, you broke a couple of his ribs." Dennis swallowed some beer, "The deal was that I don't kill him; nothing about breaking bones, but fine, if you're going to be a bitch about it, I won't kick him there anymore." He got off the couch and stood where Kyle was kneeling, "Instead, I'll punish you the other way you know well."

"Please no." Kyle whispered, his eyes widened and scared - knowing what Dennis was planning to do next. Dennis nodded, almost insanely, "Yes. Yes you will and you will like it. Or don't. I don't give a fuck either way, really, just as long as it happens."

Stan didn't understand what Dennis was talking about, at least, he didn't think he did. Kyle forced himself to sit on the floor after it seemed like Dennis was far away enough to not hear them talking, He looked at the fire, "I don't suppose you understood what he meant, huh Stan?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. He can't beat me anymore, so he's going to rape me... over and over and over, until he's satisfied, except-" Kyle stopped, tears rolled down his eyes and he turned to look at Stan, "He could have easily done so already. He's had enough time to do it."

"Maybe he didn't want to do that until now?"

"No. I am afraid I know what he has planned."

"Why don't you just tell him, slut." Dennis said, coming out of no where. Kyle focused his sights on Dennis while answering Stan's question, "Other than beatings, the only other punishment I know well is sadomasochism. So he's going to chain me up, naked, to something, gag me with maybe a ball gag or something keep my mouth open but disable me from talking, maybe do other what you would consider horrific things to me, and eventually end it with oral or anal sex, maybe both until he is satisfied."

"Oh my gawd."

Dennis clapped sarcastically, "I know you well, Kyle. This would barely be a punishment for you, so it's a win-win situation; best part is, we're doing that in front of the person you wanted to hide this most from, aren't I right? I'm kidding. I am not into stuff like that... completely. I just plan on raping you hard and old school over and over and over and over so on and so forth."

"That Stan, is worse and boring compared to what I described." Kyle commented calmly.

"How is that boring?! That sounds horrible!"

"Stan, do me a favor and stay as innocent as you are now. Never do anything like this to anyone."

"Son of a bitch!" Dennis swore, "I'm the bad guy and I'm giving in to you two."

"How do you know how to do all this?" Wendy asked as she watched Eric put the device into her cell phone and program it.

"Kyle." Eric's heart sank when he said Kyle's name, "He shown me how to do that before all this happened while we were working on a project together. I decided to go further and figure out how to make trackers with GPS mapping to target anyone I wish; even indirect tracking like what I'm doing to your phone now."

"What do you think is happening to him right now?"

Eric sighed, holding his fist to his chest and closing his eyes, "I don't think you have the balls to hear what I think happened or is going to happen. I just know that Kyle can handle anything that's thrown at him."

"If it makes you better not to watch, just tend to the fire." Dennis ordered Stan as he used the chain around Kyle's neck as a leash; to lead Kyle to where he wanted him to be. He put Kyle on the floor and between his legs. Dennis looked down at him, smiled harshly, as he unzipped his fly, exposed himself, and tapped Kyle's face with it. Taking the hint, Kyle takes hold of his cock, sucking shallowly to gain momentum before going further.

Stan could hear the noises and he sorta wanted to look. He could convince himself that it was free porn... that was happening only a couple of feet away from him. He would sorta peek back, unaware that Dennis was looking back at him.

Kyle kept his eyes shut tight, imaging he was with Eric so he could perform to his fullest. It was one thing when he was his pimp, but now Kyle feared what would happen to him if Dennis got pissed as his captor. It felt like it was going on forever, Kyle was curious why nothing had happened yet. As if a wish came true, Dennis came. Kyle unwillingly swallowed the salty ooze. Dennis stroked his fingers over Kyle's hat. He took it off him and tossed it aside, "Suck me til hard again." Kyle did what he was told, how badly he wished Eric came to save him, and he figured if he wished hard enough, Eric would bust through the door and take him away.

Stan was becoming somewhat jittery, becoming more obvious about peeking back. Dennis threw his head back and focused his gaze at Stan, "For someone who doesn't want to see his best friend being screwed, you sure enjoy trying to sneak a peek."

I wanted to go a bit further but nothing seemed to work and then I decided to end the chapter here. I admit, this story isn't as dark as I want it to be and here's why - every time I read and have to agree to this website's rules. I'm scared that someone spiteful douchebag (s) reporting me and losing my account. I know livejournal doesn't have restrictions like that but I'm not really a livejournal fan.