Ok, there will be a graphic sexual description here. So if anyone is deeply offended by two males engaged in any kind of sexual nature, please leave now. For those of you who are still here, I thank you and shall let you enjoy Ch.3. I think slash fans will be rather happy :p

Stan stood by in silent disgust as he watched his best friend work on Cartman. Even though he was slightly pissed at Kyle for caving in so easily and even though he was repulsed and disturbed for life by the fact that he was seeing Cartman totally naked, in a weird sense, it was starting to turn him on. His own dick throbbed painfully at the erotic sight. He started rubbing himself in spite of the less than appealing situation.

He unzipped his pants, allowing his hand to gain better access to his privates.

His blue eyes were locked on the frolicking pair, making him harder than ever before.

Cartman was sitting up on the bed, with his head leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed. He seemed to be in heaven; he was moaning up a storm. "Oh that feels so good Jew boy, don't stop." He rasped. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Stan and grinned, making lewd, sexual gestures with his hands. Stan rolled his eyes.

Cartman clutched at Kyle's curly locks, running his hands slowly through the soft mass.

Kyle grimaced at the feel of chubby hands going through his hair. They felt hot and sweaty, no doubt making his head oily and greasy.

He lifted his head to give his mouth a rest. He felt like his cheeks were permanently stuck in the sour lemon expression. He could taste the salty sweetness of pre cum on his tongue and he didn't like it one bit. It would be more pleasing to Kyle if it was someone else he licking and sucking. This is not what he had in mind when he said they'd be willing to negotiate. They weren't even negotiations, more like demands.

"What are you doing, Kyle?" Cartman panted. "Giving up are you?"

Kyle glared. "No. Just taking a break, is that ok with you?" He retorted. Cartman just smirked. "You can take all the breaks you want, as long you keep pleasing me whenever I feel like it."

Kyle felt like bashing his little smug, arrogant face in. He looked over at Stan, who was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, playing with himself. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be paying much attention to their conversation.

Trying to sit up, Kenny slowly opened his eyes. Everything seemed so blurry. Where was he? The house seemed vaguely familiar. He managed to somehow stand up, supporting himself with one hand against a wall. God, he felt so sick. He gave a small scream as the floor started spinning, which caused his feet to shoot out from under him. He landed with a thud. "Ugh. What happened to me?" He moaned.

He struggled to stand again, not having much success. "Where – where the hall is evweyboda?" his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth. Why couldn't he talk properly? Why did he feel so messed up? "Card...man? Kahl? Sand?" He tried to call out the names of his buddies, but he was a hopeless case. He couldn't even walk.

He was determined to find his friends. The front door seemed to be the closest shot, so he half crawled, half dragged himself over to it, reaching a drunken hand up to turn the handle. After a few failed attempts, the door swung open successfully.

A blast of cold air greeted him, sobering him up somewhat.

He used the porch railing and the side of the house as hand supports as he made his way down the front walk. How late was it? It had to be after midnight. There was hardly any traffic on the street, being so late at night, but the occasional car or truck did whiz by.

Kenny stopped at the end of the driveway, leaning heavily against the Cartmans' mailbox. "Karl?" he called. Where the hell did everybody go? Did they find another party and not tell him? Some friends. He was concentrating so hard on trying to keep his balance as he prepared to cross the street, he didn't even notice as a vehicle's bright headlights came coasting up at a rate of high speed over the crest of the hill.

He cautiously put one foot in front of the other, being careful not to trip. He held out his arms like a tightrope walker, teetering ever so slightly. He felt proud of this small accomplishment.

He confidently began strolling across the street, still unaware of the car that was swerving dangerously all over the road. He looked up at the last possible second, caught like a deer in headlights. He stood rooted to the spot as the car's front smashed against the frail, sensitive body. It didn't even stop as Kenny went flying into the air, somersaulting and landing with a sickening crash on the cold, icy ground. The rats smelled the opportunity for a meal and came crawling out of their invisible holes and started feasting on the already stiffening corpse.

Stan gripped himself tighter as he felt the onslaught of an orgasm. His ears suddenly perked up like a dog. He thought he heard his name downstairs. Nah. He shook his head. Must've been his imagination.

Cartman started to shake as Kyle's head started bobbing faster. He just wanted to get this over with. The sooner he was able to make him cum, the better. "What was that about not being gay, hmm?" Cartman murmured. Kyle just grunted in protest, not wanting to anger him any further and not having the strength to put up a fight.

Cartman thrust his hips into Kyle's face, almost smacking him in the process. He pulled back slightly to avoid being hit.

Kyle closed his eyes and imagined it was Stan he trying to please. Too bad Cartman had to interrupt them. Things could've gotten interesting. Oh well. There would be another chance.

He felt the warm, wetness shoot into his mouth. He opened and tried to spit it back out, but Cartman had already beat him to it. He forced Kyle's mouth closed and watched with sheer amusement as the other boy gagged while he tried to swallow the sticky gooeyness.

Kyle put a hand over his mouth as his stomach started churning crazily. Cartman just laughed at him as he rubbed and fondled himself, slathering the semen all over his still hard member.

"You're such a wuss, Broflovksi." He chuckled. Kyle couldn't even reply. He made a mad dash for the hall bathroom, making it just in time to spew his insides into the commode. He rested his head painfully against the seat, not caring if he was getting germs all over him. He had to take a shower anyway, to get rid of the nastiness Cartman had so courteously graced upon him.

Stan watched him go, unable to help because he was too enthralled with his own ecstasy. He grunted as his own white mess came spurting. He eyed Cartman from across the room, recoiling in disgust as he sneered at the raven-haired boy. He quickly stood up, gathering his jeans around the waist and joined Kyle in the bathroom.

He grabbed a tissue from the sink and started to clean himself up. Kyle wasn't aware that Stan had entered, he was too exhausted. Stan zipped up and gently dragged Kyle to a standing position. He pushed the handle and the toilet came to life. He wet another tissue and wiped at Kyle's mouth. "Come on. Let's go back downstairs. Hopefully Cartman will leave us alone for the rest of the night. Maybe he'll forget the rest of his stupid plans by Monday." It was a silly and pointless dream, but it didn't hurt to hope. Neither boy was thrilled with the idea of being Cartman's personal slaves for the rest of their natural lives.

A/N: Plot help anyone? Please. I'm desperate. It took me long enough to write this chapter due to writer's block. I would really appreciate any help on any developments. Any time, not just here, you have an idea you'd like to contribute, feel free to contact me via email or reviews. Thanks.