Please tell me that someone got that the name of chapter 20 was in honor the song 'Dirty Little Secret' by All American Rejects? I've thought about making a Kyman vid with that song in honor of what's going to happen and partly on what's going on now. I also love the song...

Wednesday night was another night Kyle had to work. Kyle had figured out a shorter route and knew he wouldn't be gone as long. Drive the hour up, stay for a half hour, and leave, being gone for two and a half hours. He was sure that Eric wouldn't miss him for that long, not with all the extra clients he's been getting and his sickening little threat of getting a third personal slave or possibly more. For once Kyle and Max agreed openly that they hated the idea, though their motives were obviously different - though time management was agreed upon.

On the drive up, he thought about it, if there are more slaves in the house, Eric probably won't notice he's gone or be too tired or busy to care? Maybe he could use Eric's desires to benefit his own? Kyle loved that idea very much and decided to tell Eric and Max that extra slaves would be good for some bull shit reason that he'd think about on the way back. He planned to make the money to pay back Eric, then save up for an apartment in North Park, plus things he would need to live on like a bed of some sort, food, and bills if needed.

He kept his phone off, knowing the tracker won't work. That night was 'Fag Night', or a night for horny homosexual and bisexual men. Kyle figured that he'd make more money for them than with the women since his previous clientele were mostly men. By the end of the night, he made close to $500; way more than his first night. On the drive back, he did figure out a lame but believable excuse for why Eric needed more slaves - more people to cater on him. He could have slaves of all sorts - totally keeping out the fact it benefits his sneaking out.

Every step you take I'll be watching you

"What the fuck!?" Kyle noticed his phone was light up and the same sentence of the song kept playing. He answered the phone without looking at it, "Hello?"

"Oh good, so it worked."

"Goddammit Cartman!"

"You know you shouldn't keep your phone off, it is part of our arrangement that you answer every time I call you - you know that. So where are you, Kyle?"

"None of your fucking business."

"Oh but it is my business, Kyle, because I mother fucking own you!"

Kyle rolled his eyes, "What ever. I'm by City Wok, picking up dinner as I'm sure your new play thing can't cook since you still depend on me to feed you. I'll be home shortly." He hung up before Eric could reply. After picking up some food, putting him slightly under $50,700.

"Perhaps I should wait until I'm closer to my goal before I mouth off and give him an excuse to raise the debt or kill me - which may feel good until the point I feel my life escape my body - damn I have issues."

He pulls into the driveway and carries the bag to the door. He noticed it was opened a crack so he pushed it open.

"I'm back-"

Kyle felt something hit him in the back of the head and he fell onto the floor. Some time later, he awoke, recognizing it was Eric's basement. He was naked in Eric's new bondage harness with his arms bound behind him in a long bondage mitten that allowed his hands free. His legs were bound together with rope. "What the hell is going on?!"

"This is what you wanted right, Jew? To be punished for mouthing off to me all the times you did this month? You think I'd simply let it slide? Oh no. Because that would be too easy, wouldn't it?" Eric rubbed Kyle's cheek and then smacked him. Kyle whimpered softly, "Asshole".

"Max, do you know why Kyle's my favorite slave?"

Kyle didn't know that Max was down there. Max shook his head slightly, "No Sir, I don't." Kyle wan't sure where Eric was going with this, wondering what sort of way he can humiliate him this time. Eric went to a dresser and pulled out a silver rod and a little remote. He lubed up the rod and slid it inside Kyle's ass. Kyle shivered from the cold silver that warmed up quickly. Before Kyle could ask what it was, Eric started explaining, "The rod I put inside Kyle sends pulses that feel like he's being electrocuted. Rest assured, he really isn't. I'm sure it's something you'd never want, uh?"

"No Sir..." Max answered.

"Master, don't! Please don't!" Kyle plead.

Eric grinned, ignoring Kyle's pleas, and flicked the switch to 'on'. Kyle screamed out in pain and tears fell down his cheeks, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Ignoring his pleas again, Eric's grin turned into a smirk, "Not yet... not yet..."

As soon as Kyle's cries of pain turned into pains of pleasure, Eric turned it off, "Understand now, Max? Now what if I gave him the same pulses from another side?" Kyle and Max eyed Eric as he pulled out a rubber ring with ltty bitty rubber spikes on the inside. He held it up for Kyle to see, "This is a vibrating cock ring that expands when it's sensors sense rising blood levels. It has the same intensity as the electro simulated anal vibrator. Thing is, Kyle, you are not allowed to cum until I tell you, understand?"

"You're a sick bastard, Cartman! Free me from this!"

"Oh what was that, Kike! Put the ring on? Gladly."

Eric slid the ring onto Kyle and pressed the button that turned on the vibrations. Kyle cried out, knowing it was useless to beg for mercy - especially after swearing and calling Eric by his last name. Eric flicked the switch again and laughed evilly as Kyle cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Kyle had a hard time to hold back his urge to relieve himself.

"Please Master, stop this! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for mouthing off! Please turn these off!"

"Uh... no, I think I'll keep you like that for... oh... 15 minutes."

"Fuck you! I fucking hate you! Hate you!"

"Oh Kyle, it's not nice to lie to yourself like that."