Kenny knew he shouldn't be doing this. Kenny knew this was wrong and that he should stop it. That he should have never even started it. He didn't fear for himself of course, even with the creaking of chains all around him and the creaking of his own bones and joints giving up under the tension. Thinking about it Kenny wondered where the fatass had gotten a contraption like that one from. The crazy bastard probably even built it himself just for this. And that's exactly why Kenny was having second thoughts about this whole thing for the first time. Spurring Cartman to kill him in increasingly inventive and horrible ways each weekend was definitely not one of his better ideas. He shouldn't be feeding his friend's fucked up mind even more with all this but Kenny sincerely thought it was better that Cartman took it all out on him rather than going out on a killing spree. South Park really didn't need its own zodiac killer.
Cartman wouldn't be that though, his mind was too warped for just killing people with something as mundane as a gun. No, he would be more of a Jigsaw type of character. But Kenny thought that was his own doing. He was the one who challenged Cartman to kill him in more interesting ways each time and so far the psychotic piggy had delivered wonderfully.
Speaking of delivering, Kenny managed to look down to the white patch of cum staining the tent in his pants and smirked as he felt his arms finally detaching from his body. Two times already had he came since this slow but very effective torture had begun and Kenny knew there would be another one at least. Probably when his legs went off or his hips… The blond wondered if he would be able to cum with his body split in half and if he would feel it.
There was huge pain of course but it wasn't distracting him from his pleasure. Kenny had gotten so used to it that he used pain to heighten his arousal. Weakly he managed to turn his head and could see Cartman slowly cranking the wheel of the device with a wicked grin in his face and his eyes fixed on Kenny's midsection. He wondered if Cartman was just excited to see him being split in several parts or because of how hard he was. The tent in Cartman's own pants was indicative at least that the fatty was enjoying himself a lot with this though Kenny would have liked to know if Cartman got off just on murder or if he actually liked him.
Sometimes Kenny had thought of asking but Cartman would never admit something like that. The guy still swore to being straight even when Kenny had seen his gay porn collection which easily dwarfed his own. Hell they had even jacked off to some of Kenny's gay stuff together before but still Cartman would always save face saying something stupid. At least he didn't get violently defensive about it or weirdly shut in himself anymore. Not with Kenny at least. Otherwise the blond wouldn't have gone with his weird request to him. He hadn't told Cartman why he really did this though. The chubby asshole just thought he was the only one really winning in this, getting away with murder time and time again just in exchange for paying Karen's meals and school stuff and promising to help her get into a good school in the future. That was their exchange and even If Cartman had been weary of the really unbalanced contract he did went on with it and all doubts dissipated after the first time he beat of Kenny to a pulp.
Kenny could see how desperate Cartman was becoming with all his pent up rage and distorted ideas and he did felt sorry for him. Kenny pitied the brunet for having these urges that he couldn't control and hoped someday he could be happy without someone else having to suffer for that to happen.
But he felt kind of hypocritical saying something like that when he was a prisoner of his own urges too. Kenny might have told Cartman the reason for doing this was to help his sister and his friend and the whole town but in reality he had a very nasty and selfish ulterior motive. And just like a perfectly timed universal joke, Kenny felt himself cumming a third time then just as a loud creaking announced his hips getting separated from the rest of his body. Cartman jumped a bit trying to stop the wheel in his hands to go out of control after the tension got released so suddenly but Kenny could see his face transfixed with a very odd fascination as he watched the blood and viscera splattering all around the table and onto the floor.
Kenny weakly scoffed at Cartman's almost innocent look of awe and wonder, he looked like a child opening a much desired present on Christmas. The blond smiled then, yes, he might be in this for the pleasure and the added benefits he got but also seeing Cartman like that felt like a reward in itself. Kenny knew he would have to think long and hard about that when he came back because that was weird even for him but for now he just relished in the post orgasm bliss as his life slipped away while his intestines sloshed down the table and got picked by a still amazed Cartman.
***Disclaimer: I don't own the South Park characters or any of the brand names mentioned in this story. I don't own any of the songs mentioned on the story or used as chapter titles.