It's been a long time since I did South Park stories. From the same author that brought you Mysterion Begins, I'm proud to finally give this story a sequel just as I've hinted in the ending of that story. For any readers who have not read Mysterion Begins are free to do so. And now withour further ado, I proudly present to you my newest sequel to one of my personal favorites. Before anybody reads this, let me go over some important heads-up.

This story will contain chapters of violence, blood and gore, sex scenes, and foul language. If my story is not to your liking, then no need to read it any further. No negative or mean-spirited reviews please! I could do without the name-callings. With all that said, I hope my readers will be respectful and cordial. That is all I ask. No more ramblings from me! Please enjoy the first chapter. Future updates will be forthcoming! Thank you!

Sincerely, AG07.


I love South Park during Christmas-time. I loved seeing all the neighborhood houses decorated with Christmas lights and ornaments, seeing a brightly lit Christmas tree in every front window, and watching everyone doing their Christmas shopping. It was a time where family and friends came together and celebrated the holidays. However it was also the perfect opportunity for crimes to rise up a notch. There had been reports of a burglary going on in the neighborhood. How do I know this? I'm Mysterion… Local crime-fighter who has sworn to protect the innocent and the weak…

It was a dark night with the purple sky filled with dark clouds. No moon or stars out tonight. It had snowed a lot yesterday but luckily the snow trucks came by earlier today to clear the streets. Now all I have to do was wait for the burglar to show up. As my crime-fighting alter-ego, I was dressed in my usual vigilante outfit. An off-lavender suit with a bright green M on front of it, a black thong that really showed off my hot ass and legs, along with a black belt with a dark-grey standard buckle. I wore my regular brown-boots and olive-green gloves. My outfit wasn't complete without my dark-purple cloak and cape with green question-mark as my official calling-card, and a black mask covering half my face.

I was a crime-fighter like no other. I was mysterious and a total enigma. Nobody knew about the secrets surrounding me. Nobody knew that I was an immortal. No matter how I die, I got reborn the next day. Only two months ago, a sinister man by the name of Patrick Dugan came to learn about my mysterious circumstances. He threatened not only me but my loved ones as well. But in the end, Patrick Dugan's evil was stopped. However I feared he wasn't the only threat to me…

I stood patiently waiting in the shadows while keeping an eye on the Feldman residence. Any minute now… Sure enough, that's when I spied the guy sneaking up to the side of the house from the backyard. The guy was dressed all in black and he'd already been spotted in the last couple of weeks scoping the houses out so he could come back and rob them. The burglar quietly moved toward the basement window. He never saw me coming… I calmly snuck up behind him as he was getting out his tools.

"Nice night out, eh?"

The burglar practically jumped an inch before spinning around to see me standing there. "You again!" he cried. He had no idea I've been tailing him. "You're not stopping me this time!" With that, the burglar was already coming at me and I saw that he was armed with a pocket knife.

Thanks to my tae kwon do taught to me by my big brother, I easily kicked the knife out of the burglar's hand to disarm him followed by a punch to his gut that sent the burglar to his knees. And while the burglar was too busy groaning in pain, that's when I signaled for Officer Barbrady to come over and take this scumbag down to the police station. I work closely with Officer Barbrady to keep these streets safe and together we made a great team.

"Nice work, Mysterion," Officer Barbrady thanked me while handcuffing the burglar. "We've been getting a lot of complaints about this guy going around, robbing houses and leaving their sinks overrunning."

"All in a day's work, Barbrady," I said while disguising my voice with its usual gruff tone. "At least these families can sleep better at night now." It was a satisfying feeling to help people. I used my otherworldly powers for good. With that, I watched as Officer Barbrady marched the burglar over to his police car.

A window opened and a man poked his head out of the house next door. "Hey, what's going on out there?"

"Go back to bed, sir. Nothing to see out here!" Officer Barbrady called back nonchalantly.

I waited until Officer Barbrady's car disappeared around the corner and out of sight before I decided to call it a night. But I didn't feel like going home just yet. Instead I had a naughty idea in mind. Whenever it was a slow night, I like to sneak over to my boyfriend's house, Stan Marsh. So now I began to head in the direction of Stan's house. I hope Stan was still awake…

Stan's dark-green house came into view and I didn't see any lights on. It was pretty late. I quietly went around to the back where I knew exactly where Stan's bedroom was. With the help of a nearby ladder placed just for me, I was able to climb up to sneak into Stan's room. It was a normal routine for us. And when I slipped inside his warm bedroom, I spotted Stan in bed lying on his side. Just the sight of my boyfriend always filled me with happiness and comfort. Stan was more than just a boyfriend; he was my best friend and my rock…

It just so happens that Stan along with my other good friends, Kyle Broflovski and Eric Cartman knew the truth about me and about my real identity. They were the only ones I trusted. Now I approached the bed and crawled on top of the peacefully sleeping Stan where I affectionately brushed my lips playfully over his ear. As I'd hoped, Stan rolled over where his midnight-blue eyes met my sky-blue ones. Stan Marsh was the complete package, handsome, gorgeous body and wonderful personality. He could have anyone he wanted and yet he chose me…

"Hey Mysterion," Stan greeted me. "So how'd it go? Did you get that bastard who was breaking into houses lately?"

"Bust his ass tonight," I told him, while removing my glove in order to run my fingers through Stan's messy raven-black hair. "Officer Barbrady helped me nab him. It'll be one less thing to worry about."

I was feeling pretty good tonight. And as I straddled Stan, I made sure our cocks were pressed closely together. "I feel like celebrating if you know what I mean?" I suggested with a naughty smirk.

Stan got my meaning all too well with a wry smile of his own. "Gee, I don't know. I have a boyfriend. I wouldn't want to cheat on him," he said jokingly. But I leaned down to capture Stan's lips into a passionate kiss. I could feel Stan's hands caressing my legs and giving my ass a smack that sent shivers down to my cock. When our lips drew apart, Stan's eyes were blazing with desire. "My boyfriend and I have an understanding…," he murmured amusedly.

Then Stan reached up to remove my mask and that's when I pulled out the handcuffs and quickly strapped it to his wrist. "Hey!" Stan protested as I was already strapping his hands above his head on the bedpost.

"Sorry, I can't let you remove my mask," I explained teasingly. "I have to protect my identity." As I ran my hands down Stan's smooth bare chest, I couldn't resist stroking his nipple and pinching it, earning a moan from my lover. "Besides, this is where the real fun begins," I grinned lustfully.

Nothing was kinkier than having Stan at my mercy. It was a game we played every time I snuck into his bedroom dressed as Mysterion. Here I was free to trail hot kisses along Stan's chest and down to his groin where I could see his bulging cock aching to be touched. But I still preferred to make Stan beg for it. My hand continued to caress Stan's cock teasingly before whipping it out of his shorts to see it in all its glory. Once I took it into my hot mouth, I hear Stan's soft moans while pulling futilely at the handcuffs. Just the sounds of Stan's sultry moans made me start touching myself.

It didn't take long to bring Stan to an orgasm that shook him to the core. After a moment, I reached up to undo the handcuffs and freed Stan from his bondage. Now Stan wrapped his arms around me as I snuggled up to him in the bed. I took off my hood, kicked off my boots and removed my cape to make myself more comfortable. While resting my head on his chest, I loved listening to Stan's heartbeat. Crime-fighting can sometimes be a traumatic experience but luckily having Stan in my life gave me the support and stability that I needed.

While enjoying the peace and solitude, Stan suddenly asked me an unexpected question. "Hey Kenny, do you ever think you'll live forever?"

What a strange thing to ask. I sat up to look at Stan. "Live forever? I doubt it. Nothing lasts forever. People are born, they live, and then they die, right?"

"Well yeah, that is true," Stan said thoughtfully. "But it's just… You're an immortal, Kenny. You die and then you're reborn. Sometimes I worry about it. What if you end up outliving us all?"

But I leaned over to press a reassuring kiss onto Stan's lips. "Relax Stan. You have nothing to worry about. I'm human, aren't I? These powers that I have… I don't fully understand them but I don't think I'll live forever. That's silly, right?"

Stan considered my words for a moment before smiling back at me. "Yeah, you're right. Let's not think about it anymore." There Stan rolled me over onto my back and this time he was on top. "Let me take care of you this time," he offered.

"Wait a minute. I'm still wearing my outfit." But I gasped when Stan began to rub his cock against mine. The sensation sent vibrations of pleasure throughout my body. Smiling in satisfaction at my reaction, Stan kept rubbing his cock teasingly with mines. Oh god, this felt so good…

I reached a hand down to help stimulate my cock but to my dismay, Stan grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. I started to protest but Stan silenced me with a hot kiss while holding me down on the bed. Another thing I loved about Stan was how strong and passionate he could be. Stan knew my body so well… Stan continued to rub our cocks together while listening to the soft sounds of my moans. What I wouldn't give to touch my cock right now but Stan wasn't having it. Instead he enjoyed watching me squirm underneath him, begging him with my eyes to let me have my release. Then Stan did reach down and grabbed my balls and that's when I lost it. I trembled all over as waves of pleasure washed over me as I cummed hard. When it was over, I looked down and realized I'd cummed in my pants.

"Aw shit, look at what you made me do," I playfully scolded Stan.

"Don't worry. I can throw your pants in the wash," Stan said, climbing off of me and watching as I yanked off my pants and tossed them to the floor. "I needed to get you back for handcuffing me to the bedpost," he grinned mischievously.

Not long after, Stan and I got under the covers and decided to go to bed together. After all, we still had school tomorrow. But as I laid there, I couldn't fall asleep. Instead I laid there and watched Stan sleep. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about Stan's question to me earlier. Was it possible for me to live forever? These powers I possessed certainly seemed Eldritch Lovecraftian in some way. Thanks to my parents attending those Cthulhu cult meetings, I got exposed to that hellish dimension. Just how long does my immortality last? Will I outlive everyone? Perhaps some things are better off not known…