Warning for graphic depictions of rape
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It's been two months since Kyle had started trying to lose weight. The first and previous month and was all but successful, as he had only lost 5 pounds. But today was the big day, the day he weighed himself after practically starving himself for a whole month and hopefully he wouldn't be as disappointed as he was last time.
He gingerly steps on the scale in the bathroom, eyes shut tightly before opening them and staring at the scale in surprise. Fifteen pounds? His eyes widened in surprise, that's twenty pounds altogether. He now weighed one-hundred-pounds… but even though that was a lot, something in his mind screamed it was too much. He had exercised so much his friends thought he was avoiding them and his legs had given out on more than one occasion, and he had practically starved himself. Looking in the mirror, he saw no difference from when he weighed one-hundred and twenty five pounds.
"What's wrong with me?" He muttered, clutching onto the bathroom sink, tears spilling down his cheeks. It was no wonder why Stan hadn't fucked him in 3 weeks, he was still a worthless fat failure who couldn't even lose a little bit of belly fat, not that he only had a little belly fat.
A sob escapes Kyle's full lips. It's only a matter of time before Stan breaks up with him, he needs to work harder. Yeah, that's it. He could no longer afford to eat at all, and he needed to start exercising more. Once his homework was finished, it would be straight to the treadmill, no break days, no cheating. He'd have to figure out how to get out of eating in front of people, he could easily skip breakfast by waking up late, but school lunch and supper would be hard…
'unless…' He thought, 'No. You can't. That's disgusting.' There was no way he was going to make himself throw up. Gross. No way on earth would he ever do that, he'd have to just come up with excuses as he went along. It wouldn't hurt to get into some after school activities to cut into supper time….'No,' that would cut into his exercise time.
What the hell was he supposed to do? Go to one of the guy's house's every opportunity he got and say he already ate? Yeah, that could work… Lunch? He could just say he had a big breakfast… Easy enough.
'Okay!' He thought. 'You've got this.'
He puts the scale away and hops into the shower. He hates getting naked, but he would take having to look at his grotesque body rather than being unclean, so...
Once he was out he wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the toilet. He poked at his stomach a bit before drying off and putting new clothes on. In his room he packed up his bag with school books, pencils, and homework, before asking his mom for the car keys.
"Sure bubbalah, but aren't you going to eat breakfast first?"
"I packed a huge lunch." He responded, the lie rolling easily enough off of his tongue.
"Oh, okay bubby." Sheila says, satisfied with the answer while walking back into the kitchen to clean the plates and glasses from her and Ike's breakfast.
Kyle slowly opens the door, letting the cold breeze hit him full in the face and spots Kenny walking up the street. He wonders what he's doing, as school was in the opposite direction.
Once Kenny sees him he waves like a madman and yells something Kyle is too far away to hear.
"What?!" Kyle yells, and it's Kenny's turn to be confused.
"I can't hear you!" Kenny yells back.
Kyle internally face palms and simply waits for Kenny to get closer before asking again,
"What did you say Ken?"
"I said I need a ride!" He smiles happily.
"You missed the bus again?" He asks, and really face palms this time
"Kyle, close that door, you're letting the cold air get in!" His mother interrupts.
"'K 'ma." He says, closing the door. "Anyway, did you miss the bus?" He asks again, checking his watch with a confused face, as there was still five minutes before the bus came just up the road.
"No, I just wanted a ride with my BGF."
"BGF?" Kyle repeats, confused.
"Best Gay Friend." Kenny grins as Kyle frantically looks around for an open window while practically screaming at his friend,
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Kyle growls while Kenny simply laughs off the crude language and grabs Kyle's hand.
"Calm down, your parents won't hear, not that it would be a bad thing if they did." Kenny shrugged, starting to drag him across the yard before stopping in front of Kyle's car.
"Alright, now give me a ride."
"Fine, fine, but you have to pay a fee."
"And what's that?"
"You have to hang out with us at lunch today, not Bebe." Kyle says, as it has been a while since the blond sat with them and not the girls… Kenny was ever the ladies man, and he was pretty sure he and Bebe had hooked up already, if Kenny spending all his time with her was anything to go by.
"She'll be pissed, I am her boyfriend…"
"Oh, so you are dating?" Kyle smirked, watching Kenny's face heat up at the slip.
"Alright, I'll do it. Just don't tell anyone, she doesn't want anyone to know until it's serious." Kenny says, face still bright red.
oOo
"Kyle, Stan, Cartman! Wait up!" Kenny huffs, running closer to them as they all stop and turn.
"Hey Ken." Says Stan, grabbing onto Kyle's hand for a second, squeezing it before letting it fall back to his side.
Suddenly, Kyle remembers what Kenny had said a month ago about not being ashamed and he grabs Stan's hand, earning a shocked look, but nonetheless a happy one from Stan
"What's this?" Stan asks, eyeing Kyle with a small smile
"My way of telling you I'm not ashamed to be with you." He whispers, leaning into Stan as Cartman looks over with a confused look on his face.
"Ew, you guys are holding hands? That's so gay! You fucking faggots." He says loudly and Immediately Kyle lets go of Stan's hand, and a blush turns his face red rather quickly, while a look of pure anger takes over Kenny's features, remembering the same look on Kyle's face as he cried last month.
"So? So I'm a dirty faggot, that's what."
He storms up to Eric and punches him in the face, causing Eric to fall to the ground
"Ow! What the fuck Kinny? That fucking hurt!" Kenny bends down and picks Eric up by the collar of his shirt and winded his arm back causing Eric to flinch.
At this point everyone in the hallway had stopped and was engrossed in the fight before them.
"Don't you ever call Kyle that again, you hear me?"
Eric simply gulped.
"I didn't specifically call him a faggit I said it about both of them, why are you only defending Kyle?... Unless… he really is gay?" Eric said, a small smile crossing his lips. Kyle's face reddened even more as he looked around at everyone, who was now staring at HIM, but it was short lived because the attention was brought back to Kenny and Eric as the sickening crunch of Eric's nose breaking resonated through the hallways.
Eric's eyes were wide as he brought a hand up to his gushing nose.
He screamed bloody murder as he felt the bentness of his nose, a delayed reaction if you asked anyone there.
"I said do you hear me?!" Kenny spits as a teacher makes their way through the crowd, it was their science teacher, Mrs. bennet
"Boys! Boys! Break it up!" She yelled, still pushing her way through the crowd
"Boys?! What do you mean BOYS?! It's him! He attacked me for no reason!" Eric yells, blood falling into his open mouth.
"Oh, I'm sure you did SOMETHING to instigate him, Mr. Cartman."
"You're victim blaming! I did nothing!" Mrs. Bennet rolls her eyes, not believing a word of what he was saying.
"I assume you boys were involved?" She asked both Kyle and Stan, knowing they always hung out together.
"Yes, I guess we kinda were." Stan says, as Kyle is too shocked to speak. Kenny cared about him enough to break Eric's nose…?
'No, he was probably just looking for an excuse to do it, everyone wanted to break Eric's nose." He was foolish to think that anyone really cared about HIM.
Foolish.
He didn't even realize he was being dragged by Stan until they had reached the principal's office
"Mr. White?" She asked, knocking on the door
"Yes? Come in." An almost too feminine voice for a man from behind the door.
Mrs. Bennet opened the door and urged the four boys to slip inside, while Mr. White gestured for them to sit down, pulling out some tissues from the tissue box on his desk and handing them to Eric, while looking ready to faint at the sight of his blood.
Eric muttered a quiet 'thank you' and proceeded to stuff them up his nose.
"So what happened here boys? The only one who looks beat up here is Eric, want to tell me why that is?" Stan, Kenny, and Cartman started talking over each other, telling their sides of the story.
"Okay! Okay! Boys, quiet down, stop yelling over one another."
The boys took a moment before quieting down, but with much pleading from Mr. White they finally did.
"Kyle, you seem to be the only person here not talking, want to tell me what happened?" Kyle's face twists into an unreadable expression. He definitely didn't feel comfortable telling the principal that he was called a faggot. What if he asked why it had happened…? Would Kyle have to tell him he was holding hands with Stan? Would he have to tell him WHY he was holding hands with Stan in the first place? What if he told his parents he was gay? He was sure they would still love him and all… no, he knew his mom would, but what if his dad, who consistently made fun of gay people, who had said he would not have a gay son. Who had beat him on a few occasions…. Would they think less of him? What if they realized how worthless he was… give him negative attention… or worse, what if they stopped paying attention to him at all?
At this point, Kyle had started to hyperventilate. A steady hand on his back rubbing circles into it brought him back to reality though.
"Kyle what's wrong?" Stan asked him quietly, still rubbing circles into his back.
"W-what?" He said between gaspes. 'What a stupid thing to get worked up about, they probably think I'm a freak….' Kyle thought angrily, trying his best to calm down
"Jesus Christ, all this over the memory of being called a faggot? That's a whole new low Kahl." Kyle shot up out of his chair, breath still uneven as he screamed at Eric,
"Shut the fuck up! That's not why I'm upset, you fat fucking cunt!" Everyone looked taken aback for a moment before Mr. White cleared his throat and looked up at Kyle.
"Take a seat young man." He said before continuing, " now, would someone like to tell me what happened? And one at a time please."
"I'll tell you what happened,'' says Eric. "I suggested what Kahl and Stan were doing was a little homo and Kinny went ahead and broke my nose because Kahl actually is gay!" Mr. White looked sceptical but spoke as if the story was one-hundred percent true anyway,
"Well, if that's the case… and I'll see about it after speaking to some witnesses, then Kenny, you're suspended… Eric, I have no choice but to suspend you as well." He paused looking over at Kyle.
"You can't suspend me- I didn't do anything!" Eric yells
"And Kyle, I have no choice but to suspend you also."
Kyle's eyes widened in shock.
"W-What? But-"
"For using abusive language towards one of your fellow students."
"But you can't-!"
"I'll be calling your parents to discuss the length of time. Please take a seat outside in the red chairs, Stan, you go to lunch."
"The only colour of chairs is red." Mutters Eric, looking grim as the boy walked out. "Well, at least Kahn got suspended too.."
"Shut up Cartman." Says Kenny
"Or what?"
"Or I'll break your nose as soon as it heals." Kenny growls
"Ohhh, I'm so scared."
"I said shut up Cartman."
"Whatever, while you idiots are sitting at home— probably grounded— I'll be watching TV, playing video games, and eating snacks. So you guys can suck my balls, especially you Kahl…" Eric said with aggression, genuinely upset with how things had turned out. "Where are you going, Kahl?" Eric asks as Kyle continues to walk past the red chairs.
"Not home." He said, walking out of the office's door. Stan made to go after him but Kenny grabbed him by the hand.
"Leave him," Kenny whispered.
"But-" Stan started
"He'll be fine on his own, he probably just needs time to think."
"Yeah, But-"
"He told me last week he was sick of you crowding him all the time." Kenny said, causing Stan to stop.
"... He did?"
"Yeah, especially when he's upset, he says that he's sick of just having s-" Kenny stops mid sentence and looks over at Eric, who wasn't paying attention. "You know…" He finished.
"I wasn't going to go to…" He said quietly.
"Yeah, but just give him some space."
"You're right, I doubt he'll do anything stupid, he's Kyle after all."
oOo
Kyle finished off his tenth shot and the world was spinning all around him.
"You want another?" Craig asked as Clyde and Token snickered.
"I think that's -gah!- enough for him." Says Tweek
"Yeah, you're right, the party hasn't even started yet, and he's already drunker that an alcoholic who's father just died." says Token with a small laugh, handing Clyde a bong.
"Yeah.… Hey, Kyle?" Says Clyde.
"What?" Kyle slurs, looking up then back down, as looking up made him dizzier.
"Why are you so early? The party doesn't start until 11:00pm, It's only 10:30pm now… so it just begs the question… why did you show up here at 9:30pm?... also you've only ever come to one of Craig's parties once, and that was like, last year…"
"Because I've got nowhere else to go." He says a little more clearly than when he said 'what'.
"Oh, your parents kicked you out too?" askes Clyde, who was dabbing ground weed into a popper tube from his colourful weed tray.
"No, I got suspended."
"You just got suspended and you can't go home?" says Token incredulously.
"What do you mean 'just'?"
"I mean 'just'!" Says Token.
"My parents will kill me! It's bad enough I have to get perfect grades or my dad beats me, imagine what would happen after I get suspended!" Kyle grits his teeth.
"Y-your dad beats you? -Gah!-" Kyle flinches at the question and closes his mouth tightly.
"Only when work's especially stressful…" He slurs again
"Dude, that sucks…" Says Craig.
"Tell me abou-" he pauses to hiccup, then continues, "it."
The doorbell rings, and Craig stands up to answer it, and Kyle sees that it's Stan and Kenny.
"Hey dudes." Craig greets "Your boyfriend is here, Marsh." Stan smiles and doesn't deny that Kyle is his boyfriend, after all, he had no issue with people knowing. Maybe Cartman, but that was about it…
"He is?" He asks while still smiling, he was excited to see him after all, he knew he was upset and still wanted to help, WITHOUT seeming overbearing, like Kenny had described.
"Yeah, he's right there," He pointed to where Kyle sat on the rug, and he stood up and wobbled unsteadily over to Stan, then wrapped his arms around him and stood on his tippy-toes to give him a slobbery kiss on the mouth. "K-Kyle…" Stan said, blushing as Kyle pulled away.
"Yes babe?" The whole room was silent, even Tweek and Craig, who were both gay were shocked.
"I was just joking when I said he was your boyfriend, no need to fool around with my head like that."
"He is my boyfriend though," Kyle said, his knees giving out as he falls to the floor before Stan catches him mid-fall.
"Wow, there… boyfriend." Stan frowned, pulling him back up and into his arms.
The room is still silent.
"So there are two gay couples in town?" Token asked, blushing at the scene in front of him.
"I guess." Says Kyle happily, falling into Stan's loving embrace.
"I'm glad you're finally able to be open about it." Says Stan, still frowning at his arm-full of very drunk boyfriend.
"You know tomorrow he's gonna regret this, right?" Says Kenny.
"Don't kill the mood Kinny." Says a voice from behind them and immediately Stan lets Kyle drop to the ground.
"Sorry, he scared me!" Stan says, picking Kyle up easily. "Jeez you're heavy." Stan joked, but really felt a little concerned about how little he seemed to weigh… though Stan was pretty muscular, so he couldn't really tell if he really was pretty damn light or if He'd just packed on more muscle from the last time he had lifted him up.
"I know." Kyle mumbled, and Kenny remembered their encounter in the hallway from last month… now that he thought of it… Kyle sure did look like he had lost weight lately, not that he ever really saw him with his jacket off except for gym class, but even then, his outfit was baggy, so he couldn't really tell… but there was a thinness to his arms and a gauntness to his face that Kenny felt ashamed for not noticing until now.
"Calm down, I couldn't care less about whether or not you two are gay, it doesn't bother me at all, what bothers me is that you two have seen me naked a billion times and are probably crushing seriously hard on me right now."
Stan hugged Kyle closer to his chest, who looked dazed and out of it.
"The only person I'm 'crushing' on is my boyfriend Kyle. Not your ugly fat ass."
"Eh!"
But Kenny wasn't listening to the two boys bicker about why Kyle and Stan didn't tell him, he was too concerned with Kyle and his recent weight loss. Why has Kyle lost weight? And made those comments? There was no way it was anorexia or any eating disorder for that fact was a disorder only girls can get… right…? But the comments Stan had made two months prior made him wonder….
"So, putting all that aside, I think you have wronged me… I'll take 300 dollars in cash from both of you. Come on, 300 dollars."
"Shut up fatass. Shouldn't you be in the hospital right now?"
"I was earlier, I went through more fucking pain when they reset my nose thanks to you. I'll fucking kill you and your family." He says, pointing at Kenny.
"What? Kenny asks, being pulled from his thoughts by the chubby finger being pointed at him.
"Shots, Anyone?" asked Clyde carefully, not knowing if Eric was joking or not about killing Kenny and his family, as he had ground up Scott Tenorman's parents and fed them to him in the form of chili.
"Yeah sure!" Said Kenny, putting those thoughts about Kyle in the back of his mind, telling himself Kyle was always thin, and was probably just stressed out lately.
Stan dragged a very drunk Kyle over to the couch and sat down, carefully putting him on his lap. He was glad he could openly share his affection for the boy, even if it was only for one night. "Me!" He slurred and Stan laughed.
"We don't want you getting alcohol poisoning, so you'd better stop." Says Token.
"How many has he had?" Asks Stan
"Ten shots."
"Ten?!" Stan practically screeches, eyeing Kyle carefully.
"Oh, my God, jew boy's gonna die tonight!"
oOo
Kyle was on his way home, stumbling around aimlessly.
He had dropped the car off at home earlier, so he had to walk. He was lucky enough to slip out of Stan's grasp as he went to play what Craig's parties were famous for: Strip poker.
He stopped in front of an alleyway which led to another street, one closer to his house, so of course, without thinking about the consequences, he began to stumble his way through it, not noticing the men following behind him. About fifteen seconds into staggering down the alley, he was grabbed from behind by someone, a hand covering his mouth as he was dragged backwards, where another set of hands pushed him down roughly, ripping off his jacket then shirt.
"Looks like we got a pretty one today, huh?" Says a raspy voice from behind him. "You haven't seen the boy's face yet, how can you say that, Conner?" the raspy sounding voice continued.
"Look at his body, that's what's beautiful, nice slim waist, and look at the curve of his back. A little too boney though, if you ask me."
Kyle shutters.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing? Get off of me!" yells Kyle through the gap in the man's hand, who instantly tightens his grip and shuts his hand fully.
"Shut up, kid," He says, getting in front of the boy and pulling down Kyle's pants.
He was ugly to say the least, greasy, stringy black hair fell in front of his face, he was missing a few teeth in the front of his mouth as he smiled at Kyle and he was wearing some ragged coat and a black pair of skinny jeans.
"Alright Murf, hand me the rope."
'Murf' pulled out a long rope from his coat's pocket and handed it the Conner, who started to tie Kyle's shaky hands together
"Please stop!" He tried to yell through Murph's hand, but to no avail, he suddenly felt more sober than he had before he had all those drinks, though the world still shifted every time he moved his head
"I said, shut up." Murf says, moving his hand away from Kyle's mouth and booting him in the face, his foot caught him in the eye and he screamed out in pain.
And what were these men going to do to him? Kidnap him?
'Like hell they will.' Kyle thinks angrily
Even with his hands tied behind his back he managed to get up and kick Murph in the balls, then he spun around and did the same to Connor.
"Oi, you bastard, get back here!"
Kyle had his pants and underwear down around one of his ankles but managed to stagger away unsteadily, he falls once, as he's pretty hammered, but gets up and continues on, he reaches the end of the alleyway, and just as he was about to step out, screaming as he went, a hand grabs him and pulls him back, dragging him through the winding maze that was the alleyway.
It must have been Murf, because when he dragged him back to the original spot a new man stood waiting for him.
Connor was the exact opposite of Murph in every way… looks wise, anyway. He had short, cropped blonde hair and soft blue eyes, he had a chiseled jawline. Kyle assumed he had a nice build under that layer of jacket he had on, as his thighs were thick with muscle, despite his good looks though, he was obviously a bad man.
"My father is a police officer, you know! If you kidnap me, he'll hunt you down and-" he tried his best to lie while shaking like a leaf with fear.
"Kidnap you? Oh no, we wouldn't do that." Murf laughs.
"Then what are you gonna-..." Realization hit him like a train. taking off his clothes and tying him up? It was so obvious what they were going to do to him that even an idiot could figure out just by reading this situation. Thry were going to rape him. Suddenly, he began sobbing
"Please, no! Anything but that! Please!"
Murf and Connor smile as Connor pushes Kyle up against the wall. Hands tied behind his back, there was nothing he could do. He closes his eyes and waits for it, and suddenly it comes.
He hears them fumble with their belt buckles and he can't help but open his eyes, even though he didn't want these filthy images plaguing him for the rest of his life, he knew that their dirty hands would anyway.
"Please, no!" He feels his back scrape against the wall as one of them pushes their hands against Kyle's body
Muffled sobs fill the alleyway as Murph pushes his hands against Kyle's mouth once more
"Be a good boy and shush." He tries his best to scream out, but to no avail. Connor pushes him to the ground so that he is on his knees, face smashing into the ground, as his hands are tied behind his back. Connor pulls his own pants to his pants down to his ankles, while Murf does the same. "Put it in your mouth." Says Murf, holding him up and shoving his dick in his face,
"No!" Kyle sobs, "Please, I'm begging you don't… don't do this..." He then held his mouth firmly shut, as Murf goes to shove into him. But Murf squeezes his cheeks and forces Kyle's mouth open, shoving his dick into his mouth forcefully while Conner groped his ass.
"Bite and I'll kill you once we're done." He grunts as Kyle sobs even harder at this, trying his best to pull away.
"Stop struggling." Says Murf forcefully, grabbing Kyle's hat and pulling it off his head then grabbing at his hair and pulling on that as he roughly shoved into Kyle,
On the other end, Conner shoves into him, no preparation or anything.
They stayed like that for some time, the two men thrusting into both Kyle's mouth and behind while Kyle's muffled sobs filled the air. Suddenly, Murf comes inside Kyle's mouth, and he tries forcefully to spit it out. He wanted this to be over, and as suddenly as it had started it stopped. Kyle feels them pull out and wonders why, then he registers the yelling voice of someone to the right of him.
"What the fuck?!" A voice yells out, and Kyle looks over to see a man holding a gun, pointing it at Conner, and suddenly Kyle was thankful he lived in America, we're it was easier to get a gun.
"You better back the fuck off, I'm calling the police! And don't try to run off either, or I'll shoot, I swear to God I'll shoot!" They both pulled up their pants and stepped away from Kyle, and Kyle wishes this man had come sooner, lest he wouldn't have gotten raped. But he was happy the man was here too, who knows what these sick freaks would have done to him when they were done?
"Untie him." The man said, pulling out his phone, taking his eyes off of them for a split second of them, dialing 911 and turning his gaze back at the men.
When they finally managed to untie Kyle's hands (too tight, too tight, too tight) there was already police sirens in the distance. Connor and Murf begged for the man to let them go, but this time it was them who didn't get their way.
Finally, the police pulled up at the entrance of the alleyway, and Kyle had already pulled his clothes and hat back on, though it was a feat for him because he was so drunk. He had three more shots behind his friend's backs at the party, and suddenly that paired with what just happened to him made him vomit all over the ground in front of the kind stranger who had probably saved his life.
It was three in the morning and Stan was still partying hard. He had had six shots, had hit four poppers and was in the middle of winning strip poker when he got a call on his phone. He was about to let it go to voicemail when he saw who it was from.
"What's up lover boy?" He joked, but the smile dropped off of his face when he heard sobbing on the other line.
"Kyle? What's wrong babe? Are you okay?" He said, getting up from his chair and walking to the other side of the room. "You were what?!" Stan yelled with fury no one had ever heard from him before. Kenny was suddenly at his side, followed silently by a half naked Cartman.
"Okay, hold on, I'll be right there. No, I won't hang up, Stan says, now noticing the two boys by his side in the corner of the room.
"What's wrong with jew-fag?" asks Eric.
"Kyle was…" Stan started.
"Don't tell me he tried to drive home and got in an accident." Kenny says frantically, looking disappointed but scared at the same time.
"No, no, he told me he dropped his car off at home… it's… he said he was walking home and got…" Eric lets out an angry huff
"Will you tell us already?"
"No, I'm still here Kyle, you're fine." He says, his eyes full of tears. "Kyle was raped." Stan mutters, going to get dressed, followed by Kenny and Eric, before getting in his car and heading to the hospital.
oOo
I have sinned.