Okay, so... without revealing too much, all I can say is: Let the slash begin XD

Complete Combustion

IV. Impure and defiled

"Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst."

-Frederick Buechner

Kyle could feel his heavy breath tickling his ear, the cold head of his pistol pressed against his midriff and the cold, jeering eyes meeting his own.

Kyle never broke eye contact though. He viewed this as a challenge, and if Cartman wanted him to break down, he could kiss his ass. Kyle never broke down. He was a fighter.

"You are going down." Cartman assured him, putting further pressure on the gun against his stomach.

"Yeah?" Kyle said in a deriding tone. "As if I care. I'd rather die than look at you one more second, fatass."

"Reeeally?" Cartman asked, raising his eyebrows, wearing an ominous expression.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Kyle bawled, but it was too late. Cartman had already grabbed his slender body roughly, and slung it over his shoulder like a sack, humming to himself. He had full control over Kyle, with his strong masculine hands, grabbing at the smaller ones tights to keep him in place.

"You stop that, right now!" Kyle commanded, punching his back, but Cartman completely ignored his request, and Kyle got the feeling that he really enjoyed doing it.

He was laid on his back on the pile of cannisters, trying to kick the psycho in the crotch, but couldn't.

Cartman laughed at his effort and using his one hand to pin Kyle down, he put the other down his pocket, withdrawing a pair of metal handcuffs.

"Oh no... No way, you are gonna do that." Kyle said eyes widening in disbelief, desperately trying to deny the fact, that he wasn't even so sure just what Cartman was going to do any longer.

The taller guy hummed and smacked the handcuffs down on his wrists, so he lay on his back with his hands handcuffed behind his it, and Cartman towering above him.

Never had he felt so helpless before, but for some reason besides fear or anger, he felt the blood starting to pump wildly in his veins and heat began burning his face.

The absolutely delighted look on Cartmans face revealed that this was going to be really, really beastly, yet Kyle forced himself to remain strong for the time being.

Cartman leaned against Kyle, so he could feel the heat coming from his body and face, see every detail of his face and read the nearly invisible words formed by his plump lips.

"Does it feel good, being vulnerable like this?" Cartman sneered, slapping him across the face, causing Kyle to see stars dance before his eyes. Then he felt a dirty piece of fabric being stuffed into his mouth. It was a cloth of some kind.

"I bet you like it, you disgusting Jew slut." Cartman hissed and since Kyle couldn't retort he got back by shooting him his most forbidding glare.

Kyle was totally unprepared, when Cartman whacked him across the face for the second time – this time even harder. Kyle suddenly caught a glimpse of a shiny knife in his opponents right hand, and started shaking his head madly.

Cartman let his fingers slide over the buttons of Kyles shirt, toying with his victim.

Kyle shook as he raised the knife, and skilfully ripped the shirt open from the collar and down, following the line of buttons without leaving the slightest trace of blood on Kyles body.

The coldness of the air hit Kyles chest and stomach. He felt his nipples twitch and turn into hard little nubs from the cold, and he saw how Cartman watched it with interest.

He let the tip of his fingers touch Kyles body. Just the tips.

"What a pale body you have, Number 14 523,"

Had he really mesmerized that number, only to bother him with using it as his name?

Big fingers brushed his chest, and traced light circles around his hard nipples.

"Your nipples are so small..." Cartman noticed... "Do you freeze? Do you like being exposed like this." He squeezed one of Kyles tender nipples hard between two fingers, nails digging into it.

Kyle glared daggers, holding back the pain.

"I bet you do. I bet you are a fag, and craves for my touch. Well, I will! But not the way you want me to."

Without another word he flipped Kyle over, so he laid on his stomach, nose pressed against the cannisters, that bore into his sensitive stomach with their sharp edges.

He winched and kicked. Not being able to see what Cartman was doing freaked him out, but at the same time it felt... No, he wouldn't admit it.

He felt Cartmans large hands finger at his hips, and the cold air gradually hit his butt, as his pants and underpants were pulled down to his knees..

He tried to complain, but the gag in his mouth prevented anything but muffled noises to escape from his lips.

He was so exposed, lying there with his bare ass on display, and the humiliating touch of plump hands tracing the round form of his ass lightly didn't make it any better. It was degrading.

So degrading that he liked it. The shock was huge, when he felt his cock twitch at the touch of hands, now roaming his things, but trying to force his body to resist it only made it worse.

Cartman was a guy, and not just any guy. He was an SS officer. His body and mind was not supposed to react this way. It was wrong.

And wrong felt incredibly sexy right now.

He heard a sibilant sound in the air, and something which felt like a leather belt was brought down hard against his ass. He yelped into the gag, thankful that Cartman was unable to hear his scream of pain. Jolts of pleasure shot through him, aiming straight for his cock, which sprung to life. He was glad that Cartman couldn't see that.

Cartman grinned cruelly, as he watched a red mark form, where his ass cheeks were roundest, and brought the leather belt down again, this time aiming for the sensitive area between ass and thigh.

Kyle squeezed the cloth between his teeth, tears ran down his cheeks and blood down his ass. The pain was impossible to endure, but his cock grew more and more rigid against the cannisters.

The whipping stung so bad. It even felt as though Cartman had grazed his balls with the whip.

Cartman didn't care though, and continuously hit Kyles butt with the belt. At one point he held the other end of the of the belt, so it was the metal, swastika belt buckle which ripped his cheeks and thighs open, and not the leather.

He stopped, contemplating his work for a moment whilst nodding in a satisfied manner.

"Good," he said. "Now, let's get you shot."

"He's gonna shoot it off, when he sees." Kyle thought desperately. "He's gonna torture me even more."

Cartman flipped him back on his back, and saw his throbbing and fully erect cock.

Silence. Then a demonic grin appeared on the round face of his enemy.

"So you are like that."Cartman purred, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "I fucking knew it, right when I saw you. I knew you'd be like that, kike."

To Kyles surprise he grabbed his cock and skilfully wrapped his fist around it, pumping it slowly.

Kyle moaned loudly into the filthy cloth. It felt so different having somebody else do it to you, than doing it yourself. It was an electric feeling, and he couldn't contain it, at all. Forgetting how he wasn't supposed to enjoy this, he threw his head back carelessly.

God, he was so close. If the SS'er would just continue for a few seconds.

Cartman stopped when Kyle was seconds away from his climax, looking gleefully down at him.

"You want me to continue, d'ya?" He offered. Kyle moaned. "You want me to lick your filth Jew cock and balls?"

Kyle shook with lust. Oh God, he really did want him to.

"You want me too shove my fingers deep into you, slowly pumping it in and out, and deep throat your filthy cock, till you scream?"

Kyle writhed under Cartmans look.

"Like hell I will. You can take your lechery and stick it up your ass." He rummaged in his back pocket and found a thin leather strap.

"What do you think I'll use this for?"

Kyle looked bewildered. Certainly not something pleasurable.

The answer came quickly as Cartman once again grabbed the smaller teens awaiting cock, this time not to fondle it, but to strap it around the root of his arching penis. Kyle flinched as the strap was tightened around him.

"Liking it?" Cartman asked shamming friendliness. "It should prevent you from splattering sperm all over me."

After that he flipped Kyle back to his stomach, and grabbed the barbed wire from the roll that lay beside him.

"Do you think wrapping this around you could be fun?" He said. Kyle nearly broke his neck trying to see what Cartman held in his hand. Then he felt the stinging on his ankles, as the barbed wire was being wrapped around his skin, and fastened to some heavy cannisters. The result was his legs being spread wide apart, with the tiny metal pieces of the wire, painfully biting into his skin.

It hurt yet it felt incredibly good.

"You like playing with death, don't you?" Cartman inquired, pulling forth his gun, which he had left on a cannister. "I think I've got a game you'll like then."

A heavy, trembling intake of breath was heard, as Kyle felt the cold head of the gun graze his hole, and his cock arched and fought the leather strap as Cartman pushed the tip inside.

This was so, so very wrong. Cartman could shoot him right now. He might. Yet he didn't have time to feel fright. The feeling of pleasure stifled any other emotions he might have contained formerly.

Cartman slid the gun further into the sleek body below him, until he had the entire shaft pushed into him. Then he slowly started pulling it out.

The head wasn't round but square, and Kyle whimpered as his insides were ripped open, by the slow movement of the gun.

The pace quickened, and Cartman began pumping the gun in and out of him. Kyle moaned, and felt like cumming, but the strap made it impossible, and he felt as though his cock was about to explode.

Cartman experimented. He rotated the gun head inside him, then pumped it in and out, then went back to the rotating movement.

Kyle jumped with pleasure, raising his ass, as much as the barbed wire would allow, to give Cartman better access, which he made use of. He thrust the gun deep into him, asking how he liked that.

The whole world swan before Kyles eyes. Cartman had hit his sweet spot, and he really, really needed to come. Having sensed that, Cartman stopped what he was doing, and pulled the gun out, throwing it carelessly to the floor. Not a safe thing to do. The gun went off, with a loud bang, causing them both to jump, but luckily didn't point in their direction, and shot a hole through the car.

"Forget it." Cartman said, loosening up the barbed wire, as well as the strap on Kyles cock. Kyle hoped he would open his handcuffs too, so he could touch his arching penis, but Cartman did not.

He grabbed Kyle by the hair, pulling him to the floor.

"Now, I did a little something for you, so now you are gonna do something for me. Arbeit macht frei*1 you know."

Kyle had no idea what he meant by that, but he got a pretty good idea, when Cartman unzipped his trousers and pulled them down below his ankles along with his underpants.

His cock was huge and thick, and right now flushed and arching like Kyles.

"Suck it." He demanded, fumbling for the gun on the floor. He found it and pointed it toward Kyles temple. "Or else..."

Kyle hesitated. He had never even considered doing this to someone before. He had fantasized about having it done to him many times, but that was another story.

He grabbed the big cock gently, without looking at Cartmans face and let him see his nervousness.

He licked the tip curiously, tasting salty pre-cum there. He noticed how Cartman trembled at his touch, and how a pleasured moan escaped his lips.

"Now take it all in." He commanded, in a husky, deep voice, fingering with the trigger, yet his other hand gently twirled the curly locks of Kyles hair. What a paradox.

Kyle obeyed, opening his mouth wide, to take it all in. He started sucking, finding it easier than he had thought. He used his tongue to tickle the split and his lips to caress the shaft, bobbing his head up and down.

"Harder, Jew boy!"

Kyle deep-throated him, sucking violently at the large dick, while tasting a mixture of pre-cum and sweat on his tongue. His own erection hadn't fallen, and grew even bigger when he thought about the rough fingers, now pulling mercilessly at his hair, and the gun which could blow him to pieces any minute.

Cartman abruptly pulled his cock out of his mouth and ordered Kyle to stick his tongue out.

Thick, white fluid splattered from the tip of his penis shortly afterwards, hitting Kyles face and tongue.

Moments later Cartman had Kyle freed from the handcuffs. Kyles first reaction was to reach down for his penis, take it between both of his palms, and rub it, like he had done to Cartman only with his tongue.

Cartman watched with interest, as Kyle threw his head back, moaning unrestrained, until he finally came.

They both sat on the floor panting for a while. Neither of them knew what to say, and only now Kyle understood just how wrong this had been.

"So..." Cartman began. "I didn't quite expect that from you Number 14 523."

"Actually it's Kyle," Kyle pointed out in annoyance. "and you just said, you knew I'd be like that."

"I was talking about your sucking ability, kike." the total cocksureness had returned to Cartmans voice. "I knew you were a fag from the instant I saw you, doh."

"Great..." Kyle muttered sarcastically. He suddenly felt dense from being smacked on the head, and he realized just how much his ass cheeks, ankles and wrists hurt, along with the places where the cannisters had gnawed into his stomach and back.

"Better get your clothes on," Cartman said, climbing back to the front seat, and started the engine.

"Being both a queer and a Jew might give you problems." he mocked.

"Why don't you turn me in, then?" Kyle asked flatly.

Cartman shook his head in a know-all attitude.

"Because, you idiot, that would earn me a punishment. I suppose Jews have smaller brains than humans, but oh my God..."

"Really? The law only says you have to be cured."

"Yeah but this is a concentration camp – and you are a Jew!"

"So Jews and workers can't … you know."

"Well, they do it all the time... but no, theoretically they can't. And you being a guy and stuff... you know."

"Actually I didn't." Kyle answered. He realized Jews were looked down upon, but he hadn't thought about this aspect of that issue yet.

Cartman seemed to tense up, realizing that he had filled Kyle in on more than he needed to know, and maybe that was why he suddenly felt the need to scare Kyle.

"But don't think you'll go free, asshole. They'll hang you from a tree out in the cold, till your shoulder joints are completely dislocated, and then stick your head down the latrines." He seemed to enjoy that vision, as a sick smile twisted his lips.

Kyle attempted to shake the shivering fit off him, when remembering how the SS officers had treated that poor, little Jewish girl.

And he finally got it. This wasn't a working camp. It was a torture camp, completely designed to hurt and taunt the Jews. Why had he been unable to make that connection. The Star of David on his armband. The serial number. It was to recognize them. But if they had to recognize Jews it meant there had to be others.

"Are there by any chance other people here... I mean besides Jews?"

"Shut up, you disgusting piece of shit." Came the immediate reply. Cartman didn't seem too happy about giving Kyle too much information before, and Kyle guessed that to be the reason why he was angry.

"Rather than talking to you..." he mumbled too quiet for Cartman to hear.

He had come to terms with what had happened. How he had moaned and lustfully sucked the cocky SS'er off. How he had let him fuck him with a gun, designed to eradicate his own people, and how he had enjoyed it.

On behalf of all the Jews in the world he was ashamed.

A/N: That was the end of chapther four.

At first I had problems writing the sex scene, but I gradually got into it, and in the end I had tons of fun writing it.

I'll update as soon as possible.

*Work makes you free.