I just got back from Washington DC. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but the only natural beauty I saw was the tall beautiful blonde by my side. What a doll. Quick as a whip too; she refused to sleep in the same bed as me. XD Too bad...

But you guys don't give two shits about that! Let there be story:


The boys in the little town had been sneaking out after dark for as long as they could remember. Most of their parents made the folly of trusting them, hardly ever even noticing their kid's absence through the years.

It wasn't until Kyle was nearly eighteen that his mother went on a paranoid mission to keep her very large babies safe in the house. Her brake down wasn't completely unfounded; Kyle had been brought home in a cop car at the end of a long night of underage partying. He'd begged officer Barbrady to let him spend the night in the jail cell to avoid his mother's wrath. Unfortunately, the dim witted police officer was smart enough to know not to cross Sheila Broflovski, and dumb enough not to follow protocol. On the positive side, Kyle doubted there would be any legal documentation done.

Sheila took the experience as a wake up call. Her son needed structure before it was too late!

In the corner of the room, Gerald was nailing Kyle's window shut. He was torn. This might be a little overboard. On the other hand though, Kyle did go way over the line. But if they pushed back too far he might do something rebellious in retaliation... In the end, it didn't matter what Gerald's opinion was. If he went against his wife while she was on the war path, all her brutality would redirect to him.

Adjacent to his father, Kyle stood with his arms folded, face reddening in anger and embarrassment. It was only a few hours after his night of partying that his parents marched in and started loudly tampering with his window. As a result from having a total of three hours of restless sleep, Kyle had angry bloodshot eyes with dark bags hanging underneath. Not having bothered to shower or change his clothes, he (and by extension the room) smelled like an old music festival.

Over the thunks of the hammer, Sheila was screaming her head off from the doorway, "If I ever see you in cop car again -thunk- I swear! Gerald! -thunk-Tell your son how much trouble he'll be in!"

"Listen to your mother, Kyle," Gerald muttered automatically.

Kyle's beet-red face snapped up to his dad. He matched his mother's volume and tone, "Dad! Stop this! She's -thunk- being unreasonable! I'm almost an adult -thunk- for fuck's sake!"

"Language!" his mom shrieked.

"Well, -thunk- Sheila, he is almost an adult..." Gerald agreed monotonously. Poor Gerald could feel the gaze of his son and wife on his back, piercing through him. If there was a way out of this, he didn't see it. Luckily, there was a simultaneous 'UGH!' from both parties, and than heavy footsteps towards the master bedroom. Sheila slammed the door, ceremoniously ending the argument.

Kyle flopped face first onto his bed, groaning at the dull ache in his head. It was hard work to be mad with a hangover. When he was sure Sheila was out of the room, Gerald decided to try to comfort Kyle as best he could. Just to be safe, he continued his noisy work as not to arose suspicion in his wife, "You know, -thunk- we're only doing this because -thunk- we care. We want you to be successful -thunk- and happy."

Kyle grew more impatient for his father to leave with each THUNK. The wheels in his mind turned. This was completely unjust; he had to get back at his parents.

They'd taken Kyle's phone, but after some insistence, let him keep his computer. He used the valid excuse that he had several reports due to his new teachers in the fall. Kyle hoped to God that the person he needed to contact would be online. Facebook would be too risky, than his parents would know he was talking to someone. It would have to be an email.

Eric Cartman was lazily spread out on Butter's bed. His phone was inches from his face, concentration fully on his addicting new game, fapping bird. A loud ding! sounded from his phone. It scared it right out of his hand, making him lose the game. Normally he wouldn't check his email immediately, but whoever sent that had to die now.

All the anger left him when he saw who'd sent it. "And what could the Jew-rat want?" Cartman muttered.

There was a wet plop, than Butter's head ducked out from underneath the blanket, "Is everything okay?"

"Hey!" Cartman barked, "Did I tell you to stop?"

"Well... No, Eric, I guess not. But I just thought-"

"We both know you aren't the best at that. But what you are good at Butters... is being a little cock sucker. Now get back to it. Helps me focus on fapping bird." Butters obediently sank back down.

Cartman opened the email.

-Mom went crazy and is keeping me locked in my room. I don't care how, just get me out.-

Cartman grinned madly. Reading over it again, he groaned and came in Butter's mouth. Than replied:

-Be ready tomorrow night at midnight-

Following Cartman's instructions, the following night, Kyle sat on his bed, shrouded in the night. He was fully dressed, even donning his winter coat and full backpack. The alarm clock on his desk had the glowing green numbers: 11:56 on it. Hopefully Cartman would actually come...

There was dull tap from behind the curtain. Than another. A few shards tinked to the floor. The sound was muffled, but loud enough to put Kyle on edge. There was a chance his parents could've heard that...

"Cartman!" Kyle whispered angrily as he drew the curtain back, "You have to be quiet!"

In the darkness it was hard to make out too much detail, but Kyle could see Cartman's outline against the moonlight. "That's as quiet as it was going to get, Jew. You said you didn't care how I got you out," he passed Kyle a hammer through the hole he'd made in a section of the window. So the jailbreak commenced undisturbed.

...

Kyle stared out at a crystal clear lake in the middle of the forest clearing. It was nothing like Stark's pond. No roads were visible; there was no sign of human interference. The reflection of the moon was unwavering. Everything was still and crisp like a picture. "It's... beautiful." The scenery hadn't been at all what he was expecting.

Cartman shrugged, "It's Kenny's spot. He takes girls out here to fuck." The monochromatic scale the moonlight provided did well to cover the blush that spread across Kyle's face. Cartman would probably shit his pants if he knew that only about half of that statement was true, and that Kenny had taken him to this very spot before.

They sat there a moment, drinking in the sight. Than Cartman spoke up, "I dare you to get in the water."

"No way," Kyle laughed, "There's still chunks of ice in there!"

"Ah come on, it's at least fifteen degrees warmer than what it is the rest of the year. You should be used to it."

"This is your laziest murder attempt yet."

Cartman dug through his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, "Twenty bucks. Come on, I know you can't resist that offer, Jew." Gritting his teeth together, Kyle gave Cartman a hard punch in the arm. The latter let out a childish whine, and defensively informed Kyle, "I could just take Jewpunzl back to her tower. I'm sure your bitch-ass mother would just love that."

"Fine! Fine," Kyle smacked the ground with his fists, stabbing his finger into Cartman's chest, "Twenty bucks and you keep your mouth shut..." He snappily unzipped his coat, throwing it into the snow.

His clothes quickly piled up until Kyle was standing in the freezing night air in nothing but his plaid boxers. It was uncomfortable, and not just because the mountains were cold as balls. He could feel Cartman watching him. Not that Kyle was self-conscious, he actually thought his body was pretty nice; lean, muscular, tall. Nothing like Cartman's stout form. Getting undressed in front of a probable sociopath just seemed like a bad idea. It made him vulnerable.

After a moment's hesitation, he slipped his boxers off too and threw them into the pile.

Cartman watched, entranced by the movement of Kyle's bare thighs as he walked towards the water. His naked body was hotter than Cartman had dared to imagine. The rare sight of Kyle's curls alone was intoxicating all on it's own. A person could get lost staring into the stacks and tangles that made up his bright Jewfro. His body was like something out of Greek art. Each sculpted muscle flexed and moved so perfectly. The way his nearly flawless skin gleamed in the moonlight was other worldly. A divine power had payed careful attention to this one.

Kyle was shivering before he even reached the water. There was a moment of deliberation. Part of him wanted to stick his foot in first, just to see what he was getting himself into. But he figured that would just make it worse on himself. Prolong the inevitable. Without further indecisiveness, Kyle jumped in all at once.

Liquid ice covered his body. It burned into him, jolted him into a hyper sensitive awareness. Every sound was amplified, even Cartman's cackling from above the surface. His curls flew up and spiraled around as he allowed himself to sink deeper. Kyle curled in on himself, still completely submerged. His eyes opened to see a school of little fish swim by his face.

Finally, with one great push, he broke through the surface. Kyle took a big gulp of air and instinctively wiped his eyes. There was a victorious smile on his face...

Until he turned himself to see a huge flash of orange light. "What the Hell are you doing?" he yelled, swimming towards the shore. Cartman was nowhere in sight when he got onto land. It was just him and the embers rising off his burning pile of clothes.

Kyle ran to Cartman's van. The bastard was in the driver's seat, smirking down at him through the window. The doors were locked, but Kyle still desperately banged at the side of the vehicle. "Let me in, I'm going to freeze to death you stupid asshole!" he cried.

Cartman tapped on the window, "Get in the back," he instructed, pointing towards the other end of the truck.

"No!" Kyle stomped his foot, hugging himself harder as a gust of wind shot past.

"It's suicide not to, Jew," Cartman's muffled voice explained.

Get frost bite and die, or get in the back of Cartman's van naked... Kyle actually deliberated on the choices for a moment before walking to the back of the truck. The cold metal latch burned his wet hand. He climbed in carefully, thankful for even the minuet rise in temperature.

The entire backseat was taken up by a filthy mattress. He didn't have much of a choice but to sit on it, but being the clean freak he was, Kyle gagged at the sight and smell of the old thing. What was that sticky spot?

The only other notable object was a red suitcase sitting in the corner on top of the huge mattress. He regarded it with some an amount of interest. His thoughts were mostly on keeping himself alive.

"Now shut the door behind you," Cartman's clear voice ordered from the front of the van. The only thing separating them now was a rusty chain-link window.

Kyle was glad to listen this time, anything to keep the cold out. As soon as the doors slammed shut, the click of a lock was heard.

He realized that the van wasn't running. "Cartman! Turn on the fucking engine. This isn't funny! It's still way below freezing outside!"

"Before I turn on the heat, there are some things you need to do for me," Cartman answered sweetly. A low growl came from Kyle's throat, but he didn't voice a refusal, so Cartman instructed him, "See the chains bolted to this wall? Put the cuffs on, Kyle.

"And why the fuck would I do that?"

"Because otherwise I'll open the doors and let you die." The way he said it, without an ounce of emotion made Kyle quake for a reason other than the biting air. He knew he couldn't count on Cartman bluffing. It wouldn't be that first time he took someone's life. The boy was definitely crazy enough to sit there and watch him freeze to death.

Something between a slow breath And a shiver escaped Kyle. "Okay," he answered evenly. Just because he was complying didn't mean he had to give up his pride. He would give in, but never give up. He wouldn't let Cartman see the fear that was rising in his gut.

He crawled to the edge of the enclosed space, eyeing the oddly placed manacles. The metal was freezing, but Kyle's wrist was starting to go numb from the cold anyway. He closed the cuff around his wrist, A loud click filling the van. It worried him how perfectly the nonadjustable ring fit him. Like it had been made with his measurements in mind. The other cuff was harder to get on with his left hand incapacitated. But he managed by using the wall to help slide the lock into place.

As soon as the second cuff clicked, the engine revved to life. Cartman got out of the warming van without a word.

Kyle studied his position. A tug on his bonds only spoke further of the hopelessness of his situation. He used all his muscle to pull, but they stayed fixed. The chain connecting the cuff to the wall wasn't very long and only allowed for a few inches of give. When he gave his investigation a rest, Kyle sat with his legs folded in on himself for warmth, with his hands resting on either side of him on the filthy mattress.

A moment later the doors to the back of the van flew open. Cartman climbed up to join him on the mattress and carefully closed the exit. His pants got a little tighter when he looked up to see Kyle reflexively curling in on himself further. Dark green eyes narrowed in on him. Having Kyle locked up with no place to go was exhilarating.

Cartman crawled steadily towards his victim. With each movement, Kyle tried to press himself further into the wall behind him. But there was no way out of this that he could see. His legs were still free, maybe he could get in a couple good kicks? That would probably only serve to make him mad. "Don't come any closer," Kyle warned lowly when Cartman was less than an arm's distance away.

"But Kyle..." Cartman sidled right up to him, pressing some of his weight against Kyle's huddled body, "You look so cold." The boy's fat was radiating heat.

If he had less self control, Kyle might've moaned at how good the heat felt. Kyle turned his face to the side as Cartman's came within centimeters of his own. Either one of Cartman's arms was pressed against the wall next to Kyle. It was overwhelming how much of him was being consumed. There was hot breath on his ear, "I know how to warm you up." Lips brushed the side of his face, hands came up to trail his arms.

The room filled with the sounds of the clank of chains being relentlessly tugged, and the whining of the mattress under Kyle's weight as he thrashed around. He protested, "My dad's a lawyer you sick bastard! You better let me go right now!" Cartman seemed unmoved, so Kyle tried a diffferent tactic, "I really don't think you thought this through. You must know that I'm going to kick your ass the moment I get out of here." There had to be some way to get through to this psychopath.

"You are talkative tonight!" Cartman commented in a facetiously cheerful voice, betrayed by his sneer, "Let's do something about that."

The big red suitcase in the corner sat waiting for him. Cartman managed to get some distance between him and Kyle without getting too many kicks, and make it to the suitcase. Cartman pulled back the flap, and reached in, looking back at Kyle with a smile, "And what do you think is in here?"

The only response from Kyle was a glare. It was something in his eye maybe, but there was indication on his face that he was interested, maybe even anxious to see what was in store for him.

Cartman pulled out a long metal rod with leather straps on either end; a spreader-bar. "I wonder what this is for?" he asked, "Oh, how about this?" Cartman reached in and came out with a bright red ball attached to long black fasteners by a loop of metal, "This should quiet you down."

"If you go near my mouth with that thing, I'll bite your fingers off," Kyle growled, body balled up once more in defense.

"Well, let's start with the legs, than," Cartman grabbed his first item and made his way over on his knees. When Kyle kicked out at him, he grabbed the leg and with some difficulty sat down on top of it to hold him in place. The second foot successfully hit Cartman hard in the side. A pained whine escaped him, but he did his best to ignore the pain, and fasten the first leather strap around Kyle's ankle. When he was done, Cartman trapped the leg that had been pummeling him in the side. The metal pole that connected the two straps made it so Kyle couldn't help but keep his legs spread out wide.

Kyle continued to scream and complain throughout the whole ordeal, "What the fuck do you think you're doing! Where did you even get this stuff? Did you rob a fucking adult store? What's wrong with you!"

Cartman took a chain that was connected to the spreader bar, and looped it around a handle that was built into the bottom of one of the doors. He tugged at it hard enough that Kyle slid onto his back. They pulled at one another, Kyle desperately trying to keep some give in his bondage. When Cartman was satisfied with how taut Kyle's body was, he looped a lock into the chain, and the tug of war ended. Kyle's legs were only able to bend slightly; helpless to defend himself much further in spread-eagle.

"Cartman? Please, don't. Whatever you're going to... Don't do it. It's a power thing, right? There has to some way for you to feel good about yourself besides-" Kyle shut his mouth when Cartman drew closer with the ball gag.

"Come on, open up," Cartman cooed, shoving the rubber against his lips. He wouldn't be able to get it in with brute-force. How to do this? Suddenly inspired, he punched Kyle as hard as he could in the gut. As a result, a the winded boy opened his mouth wide to take in a gasp of air. Cartman shoved the gag in. Thanks to the distraction his contracted abdominal muscles caused, there was very little resistance from Kyle as the gag was fastened behind his head.

Cartman backed up to get a look at his finished product. The brightness of the angry blush across Kyle's face was matched only by his bouncing red locks. His lean body squirmed and arched up desperately. Each muscle tensed so beautifully, an occasional extra quake ran through them from the cool air that still lingered in the vehicle. His dick swayed with each thrash, forcibly hanging out in the open.

The only thing that could've made the moment better for Cartman was if he was actually hard. The night was still young, he thought.

Cartman straddled him, gasping lewdly at the feel of the warm body making contact with his crotch and ass. The way Kyle was struggling and bucking up in a feeble attempt to get him off definitely wasn't helping calm him down. Or those lean muscles. Cartman traced a hand over that toned abdomen in awe.

Kyle shook under his touch, cursing at how good it felt. When he tried to protest, all that came out was his muffled voice and line of drool. Cartman laughed meanly at him, leaning into his face too close for comfort. "Have you ever fancied yourself a masochist?" he asked, trying to sound amiable to piss Kyle off more. There wasn't even an attempt at a verbal response, but Kyle narrowed his eyes, face twisting in anger.

Cartman scooted over, stretching to reach back into the suit case. "Let's see..." He came back up, and made sure to show off the new toy.

Kyle blanched at the leather collar and thin metal chain in Cartman's hand. He'd never been that into bondage, but he had a pretty good idea about where the clamps on that chain were going. The thought scared the absolute shit out of him. Could the jagged edges of those clamps mark his skin permanently?

The leather collar dug into his neck. Cartman didn't tighten it enough to asphyxiate him, but combined with the gag it didn't make breathing easy.

The thin chain was stuck through a metal loop on the collar. Cartman pinched one of the pink little nipples on that hot chest, reveling in the whine that escaped Kyle. But when he went to put the clamp on, Kyle started to really fight. Cartman halted his actions to watch on as Kyle spasmed. His head whipped back and forth, making his curls bounce haphazardly. As he screamed and pleaded, drool rolled down his face and neck, pooling on his chest and running down to soak the mattress. His body bucked wildly. Everyone of his movements spoke of his intense desperation- fight or flight.

The sight made Cartman laugh, "I haven't even done anything yet!" But Kyle didn't pay him any heed, so in the mist of the chaos he clamped the metal onto Kyle's pink, erect flesh. His body halted at the sudden pain. Loud, labored breaths sounded from his nose.

"There we go... not so bad, huh?" Cartman cooed, and grabbed onto the back of Kyle's hair, forcing his head up. The chain was only so long, and barely reached the second nipple. Kyle stare in horror at his chest, realizing his predicament. Nearly any movement would pull on the clamps, too much and he'd run the risk of making the jagged edges along his nipple. Of course, if he pulled on them hard enough, he could probably free himself...

Just as the thought entered his head, Cartman growled authoritatively, "And don't you dare pull those off, or I'll whip the shit out of you." Secretly, he was waiting for the moment Kyle slipped up. Any excuse to the mare that beautiful skin (even though he didn't really need one).

Now that his victim was prepared, Cartman moved down Kyle's body to stare at that ass. The two cheeks were squished against the mattress, spread apart just a bit by the bar. There were flashes of all the nasty day-dreams he'd had about sticking his face in between those plump ass cheeks in his mind's eyes. They made Cartman snicker as he inhaled the raw musky scent of Kyle.

He reached under Kyle's body and palmed both of his ass cheeks, lifting and separating for better access to dive in mouth first. For someone who claimed to be such a clean freak, Kyle's ass was putrid. Not that Cartman was complaining. The ruminants of shit on his asshole were a pleasant surprise.

Kyle was mortified by the intrusive feeling of Cartman tossing his salad. It made him nauseous, and he might've vomited if not for fear holding back his reflexes. Throwing up with the gag would've been more than he could stand. The wet sensation of Cartman's tongue forced it's way inside his tight little hole. Both of the boys groaned; Cartman in rapture and Kyle in utter disgust.

Cartman's tongue continued to wriggle, his saliva coating everything. The various fluids that coated his face mixed, becoming indistinguishable with his vicious lapping. Cartman spread Kyle's ass cheeks painfully wide, turning his head to get the best angle to delve as far into that tight ring as possible. In his haze, he moaned incoherently about how amazing the smell and taste of Kyle's dirty ass was.

When The inside of Kyle's butt had been cleaned and completely covered in a coat of saliva, Cartman finished his assault. An idea struck him when he saw Kyle's horrified expression. A mean smirk stretched across his fat face, and he crawled back up Kyle's body, reaching behind his head to undo the gag.

Kyle puffed in a huge bunch of air, but before he could find his breath, Cartman was up in face. Reflexively he turned his head away, ignoring the threat that had been bestowed upon him, and the pain that it caused his aching nipples before they passed completely off of him. The chain hung off his neck uselessly, unheeded.

Cartman didn't even seem to notice. He grabbed a fistful of his Kyle, pulling hard enough that he gasped. The unmistakable pain and sound of hairs being pulled out. Not enough to show, but enough to hurt like a bitch. It was too easy to stick his tongue down Kyle's throat, effectively putting in the sceevy taste of his own filthy ass. It didn't last long. Cartman didn't really feel like getting his tongue bit off.

Kyle turned his head to the side to avoid further contact. But Cartman just licked up the side of his cheek, his cock twitching. It was like he could taste Kyle's disgust. "Oh, Kyle, your sweet ass tasted so good, I thought it would be rude of me not to share."

Kyle squeezed his eyes shut. Why couldn't he have just let himself freeze to death? When he was finally able to find his voice, it trembled, and sounded nothing like his strong, normal self, "Dear God... I hate you."

"I think I'll change you're mind about that soon..." Cartman told him with a crazed grin, "but for now, you seriously need punished," he told him, rustling the forgotten chain.

A relieved sigh passed through Kyle's trembling lips when Cartman back off of him. Just feeling him graze his skin with his body and damned heat was torture. When he got out of here, he knew he wouldn't ever be able to forgive the fat boy. Not this time. And if he thought that he would be too embarrassed to say anything, he had another thing coming. Oh no, his fat ass was going down.

His ears perked up at the sound of Cartman rummaging through the suitcase. When Kyle dared to peer over, he froze. Even without a gag he was speechless. Cartman relished in the fright glinting off his eyes. As a demonstration, he cracked the black leather whip in his grasp, and licked his lips, "Don't act so damned surprised, I told you this was coming,"

Kyle's back arched up, his eyes squeezing shut in mental agony as he cried out, "What do you want from me?"

"Oh. That's simple..." Cartman brought the whip down on, eliciting a beautiful yell from his victim. The pain tore through Kyle's body, the snap reverberating in his ears. His eyes begged him to let out tears, but he didn't dare. Not even when Cartman slowly drug the whip up his thigh, and whispered, "...I want you to suffer."

Fully aware how close Kyle was to his braking point, Cartman continued to push. Just a bit more physical and mental torture and he would get to see those delicious tears. Not that Kyle didn't cry. He'd seen it plenty of times, but never under the right circumstances. The cause for his overwhelming sadness was usually due to someone else's pain, or a great injustice. Never for the pure reason that he alone was facing Cartman's wrath.

Kyle didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He knew that his agony must be written on his face and in his screams, but if he let out one sob, he wouldn't be able to hold in the rest. Losing that kind of control would bring his degradation to a new low.

The whip struck over and over. An orchestra of cracking leather and screaming filled the van. The once untouched pale skin was covered in horizontal red strikes. There was one scar, lighter and older than the rest that caught Cartman's attention. Kyle had stole something from him when they were kids. Jewed him right out of his kidney. Why, he had even used some sort of mind trick to get everyone in town to play along.

It had pissed Cartman off so much at the time, but now he was glad it had happened. For one thing, without it Kyle would be dead, and that would displease him too much. He'd been naive at the time, so one dimensional. Not realizing that his relationship to Kyle consisted of more than just pure hatred.

Secondly, it only seemed fitting that part of him was inside of Kyle, pumping life into his body. To Cartman, it nearly justified the Jew being under him (not that he needed justification). Not only did a very vital part of him rightfully belong to Cartman, but Kyle owed him his life. Without him, he'd be nothing. He'd never have gotten past age nine. So why shouldn't his entire life belong to him? Why shouldn't he control what Kyle saw and did and thought?

With his fantasies of owning the screaming, pained body under him swirling in his head, Cartman was dangerously close to making a mess of his pants. Admittedly, he was still pretty inexperienced and couldn't hold out too long. He'd accidentally came prematurely a couple times before, completely ruining any chance at sex. Which was fine for random whores and Butters, but this was special. As much he wanted to take his time, realistically he knew he needed to hurry the fuck up.

So he dropped onto his hands and knees, bringing his and Kyle's faces close once again. "I'm going to fuck you," He told him sweetly, tracing one hand over the marks on Kyle's abdomen.

Cartman jerked back in surprise when Kyle's well aimed spit hit just under his eye. In hindsight, he probably should have seen that coming. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and slowly wiped it off.

His back hand hit Kyle's head hard, but he barely reacted, just laying there in silent protest. Cartman grabbed his face, pressing his chubby fingers into the hollows of his cheeks. They matched each other's angry gazes. There was no point in talking anymore. Cartman let go of Kyle gingerly, and scooted himself down.

He took the lube out of his back pocket, laughing at the thought that his cover might've been blown if Kyle had spotted it before he got him into the back of the van. Too late now.

Kyle squirmed uselessly when Cartman pulled his ass cheek back for a better view, and slid a slippery finger against his hole. The pain that covered his body, and the mental turmoil finally tore a couple tears from him. He bit his lip to muffle his sobs, but his body shook with them, adding an extra sensation to the feeling of the digit in his asshole.

"So tight... I knew I'd be the first one in... I've waited so long for your virgin ass... You'll have tell me how it feels," Cartman moaned brokenly, scissoring nice and slow. It would be just great of he could actually get Kyle aroused. The ultimate humiliation. Patience was the key.

So he wanted to be his first? Kyle couldn't help himself. Anything to piss Cartman off. Through his pain, tears, and even bit of forced pleasure, Kyle told him, "Not... the first."

The finger his his ass halted it's slow movements. Cartman wasn't expecting him to say anything, and he was sure he must've heard him wrong. "I'm sorry..." He chuckled worriedly, "What was that?"

Kyle sucked in a couple of labored breaths, and his voice came back to him, strong, angry, "I SAID... You WON'T be the first. It doesn't matter what you do to me, you can never have that. I'll know the difference between your sad little prick and having a real man inside me." He absolutely reveled in the horrified look on Cartman's face. The way his mouth flew open like he'd just been struck.

"Oh. HELL NO," Cartman grit out, suddenly shoving three fingers into Kyle's ass, pounding into him fast and hard. Kyle yelled out, gritting his teeth as a fresh trail of tears rolled down his cheeks. He shook his head crazily, his curls dancing back and forth. "You... LYING... Little SLUT," Cartman grit out. He would make Kyle pay for that outburst.

A quake went through Kyle, a muffled moan escaping him. Cartman sped up, keeping his angle and depth just right to keep on his sweet spot. To Kyle's horror, his dick started to respond to the waves of pleasure ripping through him, mixing with the overwhelming agony for one of the most intense sensations he'd ever felt. It made him feel even worse, that he was finding any amount of enjoyment in being violated like this.

Cartman didn't wait long before unzipping his pants, giving his dick a few good strokes, and shoving his ugly, short cock up Kyle's ass. As he rammed into him violently, Cartman began to pump Kyle's erection messily. Kyle was letting out loud sobs and moans now. There was no holding back any longer.

The harsh fucking didn't last long. Cartman let out a long groan, and collapsed, flaccid cock still balls deep in Kyle's asshole. Cum leaked out, doomed to become another stain on the disgusting mattress. Kyle hadn't cum yet, but he didn't bother with that. All that really mattered was that he got off. The fact that Kyle had gotten hard at all was just icing on the cake.

Never one to let things go easily, "Who... Who took you before me?" Cartman demanded as soon as he caught his breath.

Kyle shook his head, exhausted and violated, "None of your fucking business." Cartman snorted but didn't reply. As he stood up, his cock slid limply out of the tight ring of muscles it had been embedded in.

"I have a way of getting people to talk," Cartman winked, ruffling through the suitcase once again.

Kyle struggled, "There's nothing left for you to do," he told him sadly, "you've already done your worst."

"Oh! Silly Kyle... Silly silly silly..." Cartman brought out a little vile of liquid. It was strange, globular, and silver like a metal. "I'm not going to torture you. We're done with that. I just wanted the first time to be... for lack of a better word, real."

"What the fuck is that?" Kyle narrowed his eyes. A bad feeling was settling in his stomach, and not from his wounds.

"This?" Cartman held the vile up under the light, shaking it lightly, "This is your new addiction," he smirked. A dull pop sounded as he uncorked the container.

"What are you...?" Kyle's eyes widened as he drew nearer with the stuff. Cartman knelt over him, grabbed his face, and forced the vile into his mouth. Kyle might've put up more of a fight if he'd known that's where it was going. It didn't exactly look like something anyone should consume.

He coughed as it went down his throat. It burnt like alcohol, and made him tingle in the same kind of way. Other that, it didn't taste that bad, maybe a little bitter. He felt fine, for now at least. Kyle was just glad that Cartman had backed off of him. "What was that stuff?" He yelled, pulling at his chains.

"All good things in time, dear Jew," Cartman cooed, and booped him on the nose. He left him in the back, restrained and confused.

They drove back towards town. Cartman listened as Kyle screamed in the back, kicking pathetically at the mattress. Probably hoping as they got closer to civilization someone would hear him. Slowly... The screams melted into halfway confused, terrified moans. "Just let it happen, it's easier if you just give into it," Cartman told him gently. He took the long, extra scenic route home, making sure not to go on any roads that people might be able to hear his little victims cries. When the screams had finally died away, he started to drive into South Park.

"Cartman..." Kyle whined, "I can't touch myself like this! You have to touch me!" Cartman laughed cruelly, and told him to be patient. Not much further now. Than they'd have all the time in the world.

Cartman pulled into his garage. It was starting to snow. That would cover up any tracks he'd made that night. Not even his stupid, sleeping neighbors would expect a thing.

When he opened the back of the van, Kyle was humping the air as much as he could in his current postition, whining and begging desperately for release. His cock was hard as a rock on his stomach.

"Kyle," Cartman snapped, getting the horny little Jew's hazy attention, "If you tell me who you slept with before me, I'll let you suck my dick while you beat yourself off.

"Kenny!" Kyle shouted immediately, "It was Kenny! We've been fucking for..." He trailed off, seeming to have forgotten details that weren't directly related to the actual fucking itself. His eyes came back into focus and he twisted in his bonds, "Let me out, Cartman, please. I'm so hard it hurts!"

Cartman's jaw dropped. Kenny. Womanizing, tit obsessed Kenny? But he was strait... And... They were supposed to be best friends. It wasn't like he'd ever told anyone about his infatuation with Kyle, but he still felt betrayed. Vengeance rang through him.

Suddenly Kyle yelled, pulling Cartman away from his vindictive thoughts. He watched as Kyle came all over himself. It was so fucking sexy. He felt himself ready for another go, and he knew it wouldn't be long before Kyle was too.

In the back of his mind, as he let his new plaything free, he was damn sure of one thing... Kenny was going to pay for stealing what was rightfully his.


Tell me what you think, dammit! Only two comments and one (very lovely) private message last time. And one of those comments was just some dude bitching about the way I asked for comments! You're breaking my balls, guys, seriously...