Cartman wasn't using Kyle for sex.
This is what Kyle quickly concluded to himself whenever he questioned why the other did those… things to him. It wasn't about sex, and it most certainly wasn't about love.
Cartman just wanted to see him tortured.
There was no fondness in the touch that Eric Cartman gave. He never kissed him. Never a real kiss. The closest thing that Cartman had ever given to be a kiss was to bite viciously at Kyle's bottom lip until it bled. He would bite Kyle, all over, until Kyle would either just give up struggle, or bleed.
But Kyle was much, much too proud to give up on anything.
Once, Cartman bit Kyle's hip extremely hard, and it bled too much. More than any of the other cuts that Kyle had gotten over the week. It probably needed stitches.
But where the hell was Kyle going to get stitches done?
He couldn't tell his parents about the peculiar bite. It was too small for a dog and he couldn't exactly tell them the truth.
It seemed that Kyle couldn't tell his parents the truth about a lot of things.
So, because Kyle needed stitches and he couldn't get them legally, Cartman brought Kyle home to his mom.
Mrs. Cartman was, to say, oblivious to her son's behavior. He was just her little angel, and her little angel would never do anything wrong, like try and take over the world or worship Hitler and never ever black mail his supposed friend into becoming his bitch and then one day biting into a blood artery. Now would he?
"Mom. Kyle needs stitches."
"Oh, well hello Kyle. My, I haven't seen you in quite some time. Where are your other two friends…?"
"Mom! Are you listening? Kyle needs stitches. Now."
"Oh, but sweetie, he needs to-"
"Have a parent and or guardian who holds legal authority over a child under the age of eighteen, yes, ok, we know. But he can't, 'cause his parents are out of town. So you need to give them to him."
"Oh, my. Poopsiekins, I've never sewn up a person before, I don't know if…"
"But Mooooooooom, Kyle needs stitches so we can go hang out some more."
Kyle winced at how high pitched Cartman made that sound.
"Well, I suppose I can do something."
A half hour later, Kyle was sewn up. He looked at his hip and realized it was much better than any of the crappy second-hand stitches that the doctors gave around here.
Mrs. Cartman called out as she put away the sewing supplies, "I'm sorry it's so messy, Kyle. I haven't sewn in quite some time…"
But Kyle didn't hear the rest, because Eric quickly hauled the Jew upstairs to his room.
Kyle wondered now if Cartman just did that so he could fool around some more. It's not like he couldn't have with Kyle just bleeding there, but that would have been a little gross.
The first time Cartman made Kyle bleed was that time in the bathroom. After Eric had left, Kyle examined it in the mirror for fifteen minutes. It wasn't that bad, thinking about it, compared to the other cuts Kyle has from his waist up.
He thought again of that moment, when Cartman's hand was on the zipper. Eric never did try to get into Kyle's pants. Maybe it was because he just hadn't felt like it, or maybe it was because it was enough just to be torturing Kyle from under the shirt. But eventually, he would run out of places to bite on Kyle's neck and chest. Maybe he was just saving it.
Why was Cartman doing this to him? Because he was a Jew? Because he stopped Family Guy from being canceled? Because he was the only person who ever got in Cartman's way?
Who knew.
It wasn't the biting and the bleeding that bothered Kyle the most. It was that Cartman hadn't said he couldn't talk to Stan. It's not Eric who made Kyle avoid Stan for the past weeks.
Kyle just couldn't bear to face him.
If Stan looked at Kyle close enough a week ago, he would have seen definite bruises and teeth marks. But now, now Kyle was covered in scars. His stomach, his chest, his neck, even all up and down his arms, there were healing wounds. If Stan ever got close to Kyle, if they ever tried anything…
He would know. He would ask questions. God, Kyle wouldn't know what to say.
If Stan found out, he would confront Cartman. If he did that, Cartman would send copies of the photos to the Brofloski's the following evening.
If Kyle ran away, or if Kyle tried to bring in an adult, Cartman swore he would put them all over the school.
These were the promises that Cartman made to Kyle on the first day.
Eric Cartman never, ever bluffs.
In return to Cartman just keeping those little photos to himself, Kyle basically had to be Cartman's call-girl
It wouldn't be so bad, except Eric pulled Kyle aside almost every class period. Kyle would often find notes of distinct times to get the bathroom pass and meet Cartman and a specific place. More and more often, Kyle was skipping classes with him, doing it in bathrooms and sometimes leaving school grounds.
What was worse, Kyle was apparently going insane.
A few times, he would catch himself staring at a particular bite Cartman may have made earlier, and feeling… impressed. Proud, maybe. It wasn't right.
Kyle still felt sick about the whole thing. But now it seemed more like it was because he was supposed to feel sick, that it was expected for him to be disgusted.
Still, whenever Cartman found a new spot, or a pressure point, or a new tactic to tear at his skin, Kyle just… God. He took four years of Advanced English, and he still can't think of the right word.
Lustful. That was close to the word. Lust. Not exact, but close enough.
No wonder Cartman's were known to be the biggest sluts ever. They were so good at it.