Complete Combustion
V. I want your revenge
"I want your horror, I want your design.
'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine."
- Bad Romance by Lady GaGa
Seeing how Cartman left the gun in the car, when they had driven in silence for quite a while, surprised Kyle. They had driven through a gate with a white and black striped barrier and an arcade, with the text "Arbeit macht frei" on it. For some unknown reason it made chills run down his spine.
"Aren't you gonna take it with you – the gun?" He queried, jumping out of the fake Red Cross car to follow Cartman, where ever he was going. He was hobbling from the pain in his ass from before.
"It isn't mine," he answered as-a-matter-of-factly, "you've got to have served in the SS for six months before being entitled to carry a firearm."
"What?"
Judging by the aggravated look on Cartmans face, he had let his tongue run away with him. Kyle reached his side, awkwardly limping beside him through the snow to keep up.
"So you lied to me, when you said you would shoot me at the platform!" Kyle said in disbelief. "You can't do shit to me..." He added reproachfully. His mien made Cartman jump up and grab Kyles throat with both hands, squeezing it ruthlessly.
Kyle jumped up in shock due to the sudden attack. He had presumed Cartman had gotten rid of all of his aggravations in the back of the car, but apparently that was not the case at all.
"Is this not doing anything to you, you ignorant piece of crap?!" he squeezed harder. "Huh?"
Kyle gagged and went pale, scratching at Cartmans hands to make him let go, but besides that he didn't show fear. He met the pitch black eyes with courage. They looked so evil in the dim light of the snow.
Kyle – whose eyes were beginning to water. saw blurry pictures of both Jews and SS officers walk by, out of the corner of his eye – some even watching the incident with light interest, but no one bothered to intervene.
"Let ...go...of....me." Kyle gasped stubbornly, staring right into the wild eyes of the beast with a hint of amusement, "...fag."
This did the trick. Cartman froze on the spot, and his eyes wandered about nervously to see if anybody had stood near enough, to hear the insult.
Obviously concluding that no one had heard, he flung Kyle down into the snow, for his only set of clothes to get soaked.
Kyles knees wobbled and his whole body shook from the cold, when he fought his way back up, seeing that two other SS officers, looking a good ten years older than Cartman, had appeared.
"Having trouble with that vermin, Herr Cartman?" One asked, spitting at Kyle, who sang a sung inside his head to shut it out, having caught sight of the machine gun in the officers belt.
"Lagerkommandant Hecker, Rapportführer Brauer." he nodded deeply, in exaggerated deference. Kyle could immediately tell by his purring voice, that he was sucking up to them. "What an honour to see such fine officers here." he continued solemnly. "As you see, Number 14 523 here thinks it's funny to use coarse language with the SS officers."he raised his eyebrows in reproach at the soaked Jew.
The two SS'ers exchanged matching sneers, and then brought their attention back to Kyle.
"D'ya want us to finish him off?" The other one asked, gripping for his gun, with a sick and expectant smile.
Kyle felt sick to his stomach. What would Ike and his parents do, if they knew he had been killed by the SS men? Surely he had told Cartman to go ahead and kill him earlier, but that was just to come off brave. To be honest he didn't feel too high and mighty, standing here in his soaked clothes about to get shot, with spit running down his trouser leg.
To his great surprise Cartman cut off the Rapportführer by waving his hands to stop him from pulling it forth. He gave a short laugh.
"No, that'll be allright, meine Herren*." he pointed out hastily. "See I already considered this option and as much as I would enjoy blowing this little fuckers brains out..."
I bet you do, fatass. But if you try I might just tell them how you let me blow you.
"...I have a much better idea." he made a dramatic break, obviously enjoying every bit of attention he would receive for that great idea of his.
"I'm going to bring him to my barrack in Auschwitz I, and have him work there. Shouldn't take long to break him."
Kyle repressed a snort, hugging himself to avoid the cold.
"I see." Both of the officers, seeming fond of the idea of enslaving a human being and then mentally or physically breaking it, nodded appreciatively.
"Do you suppose I should inform the Stürmbannführer Herr Richard Baer?" Cartman asked politely.
"Well... I think informing the Blockführer of the Jews' barrack will do. Otherwise he'll start a search if he sees him missing. But we can handle that for you. Which block is it in?" They nodded towards Kyle.
"Which block are you in, kike?" Cartman snapped.
"1567-B." Kyle replied monotonously, blessing his good memory when it came to numbers.
"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you." The Lagerkommandant said in a mocking tone.
"1587-B in Monowitz, mein Herr! " Kyle said louder.
The three SS officers exchanged amused glares.
"Then the Blockführer is Herr Zuckermann. We'll bring him the info." They assured him.
"So, that should be all." Cartman said in a business-like voice, grabbing Kyle at his wrist. He looked down at him. "You are coming with me."
They walked up a fairly long gravel road, which a couple of emaciated Jews cleared from snow, with a fat Nazi, breathing down their neck with a whip in one hand.
Eventually they reached the SS administration building which was a red brick yard, with a section of barracks lying behind it.
"Liking your new home?" Cartman asked sarcastically, as they reached a barrack with the wooden sign "E. Cartman" on it.
Kyle stopped reluctantly in the entrance, which resulted in Cartman showing him aside, and yanking him over the doorstep to shut and lock the door behind them both impatiently.
Kyle took in his surroundings.
Yeah, like he had expected, the Nazi barracks were a far cry from the cattle sheds the prisoners were living in. As he walked into the living room, he observed it was like a normal apartment, with a living room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and even an spare bedroom.
For him probably.
Unsure where to place himself, Kyle positioned himself in front of the couch Cartman had slung himself onto, after having turned on the radio on the desk beside him.
"Oh." as he eyed Kyle, a malicious smile crept along his face. "You are to do all the housework from now on, like the little bitch you are."
Kyle twitched.
"...and that includes the loo, kitchen, living room. Everything. And you polish my pictures once a day too." He cast a look at the pictures of Hitler, the metal Swastika ornament and some portraits of people, on the opposite wall. "Serves you right for being such a disgusting little spot on human kind..." He took long drag on his newly lidded cigarette and went on.
Kyle instinctively knew he was about to rant. He could tell from the smugness radiating from his face.
"...you know, I really, really think Jews are the reason why there is evil in the world... people see 'em and simply fall into depression.. Oh, have you ever heard this one:
Why did the Jews walk around the desert for 40 years?"
Kyle furrowed his eyebrows.
"They heard that someone dropped a quarter " Cartman burst out laughing, punching the armchair to add to the drama.
"And.. and why don't Jews eat pork?"
. . .
"The Torah prohibits cannibalism God dammit! Hahahahaha!"
All of a sudden it seemed like Kyle was moving on his own accord. He hurled himself onto Cartman, who gave a surprised yelp as he was pinned down on the couch. Cartman quickly won the battle on the couch though. He caught Kyle beneath him, who was squirming and kicking to get free.
As they were close to one another, the mood suddenly changed completely.
Kyle could once again feel Cartmans hot body against his, the strained breath against his neck, and the tight grasp his hands had on his hips.
The struggling stopped, as they looked into each others eyes for a second. Nothing too deep. Just a second of eye contact.
Then, without warning, Cartman gave Kyle a violent push, causing him to roll down on the floor.
"I think someone needs to be taught a lesson on how to behave, Jew. I really thought it had taken root before, but apparently they left the balls when they circumcised you... You are a whiny ass-hole, but you've at least got balls enough to talk back."
Kyle sat up on his knees, glaring daggers at Cartman, who sat casually on the couch, gloating over the redhead.
"If someone here needs a lesson in behaviour it's you." Kyle retorted. "You only violate me because you can. You are probably just one of those spoiled brats, who's used to be able to do whatever he wants, when he wants it! You think you are so freaking stunning, but you come off as a manipulative asshole with no human emotions. People like you burn in hell! Not for being fucking bastards, but for realizing they are bastards and liking it!"
Cartman chuckled lightly. "You are right. Really, Number 14 523, you got that one figured out well. And now what... you want me to feel all ashamed that you "figured me out"? He laughed loudly. "Well, ain't gonna happen princess. You wanna know what hell is, I'll show you!" The last worls came out as a snarl. "Go get the pictures on the wall, and put 'em on the floor." he ordered. "...oh and get the Swastika as well."
Kyle didn't react. "...and if I don't?"
"I'll call the SS'ers from before, and ask them to shoot you." he said bluntly in a challenging tone.
Kyle interpreted the undertone in his voice, and was pretty sure he wasn't just threatening, so he did as he was told. He put the dusty pictures down on the floor, kneeling before them.
"Undress." Cartman told him, unable to contain his malicious pleasure.
Kyle swallowed, and felt a lump form in his throat. Unfortunately, another lump was forming in his pants, pressing tightly against the fabric of his trousers.
Something about the dark, lustful undertone in the authoritarian Nazis voice, really, really turned him on. He could not be mistaken. It had happened in the car, and now it happened in his house.
He could have protested. He could have tried to attack, but for some reason or another he engaged in the game. He reached his hand upwards, to unbutton the shirt, interlocking his eyes with Cartmans who leaned forward, enticed by the action.
He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then he reached for the waistband of his trousers, and slowly pulled them off, revealing his soft, milky thighs and long legs.
"Hell yeah," Cartman said in agreement, one hand lowly slipping down to his crotch to massage his own growing bulge.
Kyle starred at him eyes trailing down to his crotch, as he let his fingers slide over the bulge in his own underpants and then pulled them down as well, leaving him naked and exposed on the floor.
Moving closer to Cartman who looked at him with anticipation, he expected something else to happen, than what Cartman next commanded.
"Get down on your knees, and feel what it's like to be a slave." He said.
Kyle obliged, but the next command made him cringe.
"Lick the pictures."
"What?" he glowered at Cartman in disbelief. "Like hell I'm gonna do that!"
What the hell was the bastard on about now? Did he actually think Kyle would clean the repulsive pictures with his tongue...
Cartman got down on the floor behind Kyle, putting his hands around him to hold him in place. Kyle fought back, but then he noticed a knife being pressed firmly against his stomach.
"You better." Cartman whispered eloquently in his ear, his breath ghosting across his earlobe to go straight to his cock.
Then he understood where this was going. Cartman only wanted to humiliate and dehumanize him. Well, he didn't have a choice, with the sharp blade, being pressed against his stomach, and for some reason, it made him even more turned on.
Kyle still on all four, bowed his head, to lick the dust off the disgusting Nazi sign before him. It was a mixture of cold metal and dust he tasted on the tip of his tongue, and he coughed and closed his eyes in disgust.
Cartman pushed the knife further into the skin of his stomach, and Kyle felt warm blood run down his thighs, combined with the feeling of Cartmans growing erection prodding his ass cheek.
He twirled his tongue, letting the tip dive into the furrows and grooves on the object. He figured that it would feel less wrong if the pretended the metal ornament was something else than a Swastika, but his pride was scattered and broken and it felt terrible. Mentally he felt terrible. Physically was another case.
A second later, Kyle felt Cartmans hands slide up his chest. He moaned, as he felt the warm fingertips play with his nipples skilfully. Pinching and tickling them in turn.
Though his hands were big, they knew exactly where to touch Kyle, to force moans from his lips. He liked the way Cartman controlled him, though he shouldn't feel that way.
Cartman pushed Kyle to the floor, where the smaller boy rolled around, so he was facing the Nazi. First now, he saw that Cartman had rubbed his chest, only to spread the blood from the small wound on Kyles stomach, all over his chest, and he found himself soaked in blood.
"See?" Cartman replied to the disturbed look he received from Kyle. "You are my bitch and I can do whatever I can't with you." He grabbed Kyle roughly by the hair to prove his point, forcing a scream out of him.
All of a sudden Kyle felt that he didn't care. At least his cock didn't care, and that was what controlled him right now. He placed both hands on Cartmans large chest, looking at him with a flirting smirk.
"Maybe I am your bitch..." he twirled a fiery curl playfully with his finger, once and for all engaging in the game. He started unbuttoning the military coat of his enemy. Cartman sat back, and let it happen. He seemed pleased with the direction things were going.
Kyle released Cartman from the coat, fingers ghosting across the others' chest, to tickle the nipples. He saw how they grew hard under the cotton. Cartman actually wasn't as fat as he appeared when wearing clothes. He was a bit chubby, but also had a large amount of muscle of his body, so Kyle didn't mind too much. Then he started working on the buttons of the shirt Cartman wore under the uniform.
He looked up at Cartman playfully grinning up at him.
"Would you like me to lick your nipples... Herr Cartman?" He noticed how the tent in Cartmans pants grew considerably, when he called him "Herr".
"Hell yeah I do." Cartman said with emphasis. "In fact, I command you to do so," he drawled, letting out a pleased sigh, as Kyle bit down on his nipple, suckling it roughly, till it turned into a hard nub. He turned his attention to the other nipple to give it equal attention, when he paused. Then he put a hand to his still bleeding wound, till it was painted in red. He put the tainted hand to Cartmans nipple, smearing blood over it.
"Ay! Don't you smear you filthy Jew blood on me!" Cartman protested, but was silenced when Kyles mouth captured his nipple, and grind it roughly between his teeth. Kyle was yanked upwards, and held in strong arms, writhing under hands roaming his body without decency.
Kyle groaned, as one hand brushed against his inner thigh, sending sparks of electricity to his cock, which stood rigid, grinding against Cartmans erection covered by trousers.
Cartman pushed Kyle to the floor, bringing their bodies together as they continued touching each other, hips rocking against each other. Kyle had his hand between Cartmans legs, rubbing his erection violently, and Cartman fought with his zipper.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Cartman asked, voice shaking with lust. It was overtaking both of them.
"Yeah..." Kyle hissed between breaths, helping Cartman unbutton his trousers. When they were off, Cartmans hard cock stood vertically, like Kyles. Kyle wanted to feel it inside him at this second., but Cartman had an evil glare in his eyes, and looked at Kyle in anticipation.
"Beg me to screw you." He said, and there was nothing Kyle could do to resist that sexy, dark tone, he used, and slung his arms around Cartmans neck, pulling him onto him.
"Please..." He panted, pressing their foreheads together. He took Cartmans wrist, leading his hand down to his cock. "Feel how hard I am... I need you to fuck me good. Please!"
A fire was lit in the Nazis eyes, and he roughly showed Kyles legs apart, putting them over his shoulder.
Kyle felt an incessant pain shoot through him, when Cartman shoved his full length into him at once, without preparing him. He whined, and threw his head back, fingers squeezing the rug.
Cartmans hands were all over him again, as he fucked the Jew hard. The rhythm was fast and violent, but he managed to hit a sweet spot inside Kyle which brought the teen to tears of pleasure.
He moaned loudly and clung to Cartman, who panted hard.
"Stop your whining..." he rammed into him, "...and take it as a man..." Kyles sweet spot was hit once again, and he came all over Cartmans chest with a loud cry.
Cartman thrust into him one last time, before releasing his sperms deep inside Kyle, while squeezing his tight ass roughly in both hands.
They both collapsed on the floor next to one another.
"Sweet." Cartman sighed delighted.
"Yeah." Kyle paused... "I was..." Kyle didn't know how to phrase his message.
"Fucking horny?" Cartman suggested with a smug smirk.
"I'd have said "being completely squashed by your massive weight, but we'll go with your answer, since you couldn't take a blow to your ego, without starting to cry." Kyle drifted off.
"Shut the fuck up, couldn't take my cock up your ass, without starting to cry, remember?" Kyle was aware that he was riling Cartman up, but didn't stop. The fatass deserved it anyway.
Cartmans face was growing dark.
"I'm warning you!" He said seriously.
"What? Are you telling your Nazi friends to finish me off, like the macho stud you are?"
Kyle didn't know why he suddenly felt brave enough to insult Cartman like this. Perhaps it was because he now knew, that he didn't have a gun, or because of the fact that he didn't see Cartman as the type who'd get rid of something, as long as it entertained him. On the other hand, once it failed to entertain him, he had no doubt that Cartman would turn it into dog food. A shame that mentioned "it" happened to be him.
"No." Cartman said to his surprise, regaining control. Now he sounded all feisty and sadistic. "I'm gonna give you a "Cartman special treatment" if you start shit taking me again, and that treatment includes a standing cell, a pile of corpses, lots of sharps objects and..." he made a dramatical pause, and pretended to think really hard about something, "oh... you."
"You've got way too much spare time, if you invent such treatments..." Kyle sat up, starting to put his clothes back on. Cartman was already fully dressed, but remained sitting on the floor, looking at Kyle. "I thought you SS'ers had your schedules booked with pestering Jews all day long." he added sarcastically. "Is it too hard, squeezing your fat ass through the door every morning?"
Cartman lashed out at Kyle, successfully hitting him across the face with the back of his hand.
Kyle squeezed his eyes shut from the pain, and pressed a hand to the bruising area. He decided not to tempt providence again for the next couple of... years. His head rung from the blow, and he was going woozy. Even with a flat hand, Cartman had unlimited power, and Kyle had been stupid for forgetting it.
What was important now was to find out where his family was located in the camp. He realized how impossible it would be to search on his own, and Cartman had already revealed too much earlier, so maybe he would do it again. All he had to do was build up trust, so Cartman got lulled into a false sense of security. And then when he least expected it, Kyle would pry the information from him. He wasn't sure just how yet, but he would figure something out.
"Do all SS officers live in barracks like this one?" Kyle asked having regained courage.
"Do all Jews let out as much bull crap as you. Jesus Christ," Cartman got up from the floor, shaking his head, whilst heading for the bedroom. "You've been nagging me about all kinds of things, since..." His eyes widened with disbelief, "Oh my God, I can't believe I've only known you for one day. Anyway, go to sleep now, you piece of shit. And tomorrow you better have my coffee ready at six. Or else..." He glared at Kyle, who met his glare with defiant surrender.
"Seriously though, is it normal?"
"What is?"
"You guys living in huge barracks like this one."
Cartman cleared his throat looking uneased. "I have my connections." he mumbled reserved.
Kyle decided not to nag him about it now, and especially not after the numerous death threats he had received during the day.
Kyle forced his eyes to remain closed. It was nearly impossible.
He lay in his bed, which was nothing but a wooden slab on legs, with no mattress. He had a thin patchwork blanket wrapped around his slender fame, to keep the cold out. It wasn't the cold that kept his sleep away, though.
He'd definitely find a way out of this godforsaken place, no matter what it took.
The harder he squeezed his eyelids shut, the more he allowed painful pictures of his family, the dogs, the little girl, SS officers and much more to flicker on his retina.
Finding his parents would not be an easy task, but he would have to figure something out.
And what the hell was up with this new, unknown side of him, which secretly longed to be touched by Cartman. He wondered if he'd like it, if another SS man did it to him, and he decided that it wasn't specifically Cartman who got him horny. It was probably just a sick fetish, he had repressed for a long time. No, it wasn't the person Cartman, who turned him on. It couldn't be...
He heard the strong wind outside, wondering if the snow would melt soon.
A/N: This chapter was a bitch to write for some reason. The sex scene seems borring and simple, and the dust thing... Well, I don't know how it works out, but I figured one of the most humiliating things to make a Kyle do, was lick the Swastika sign -which he despises being a normal person. So.. it was weird, I know, but hopefully my imagination will take me farther next time. :D
Okay, enough of my rambling...
*Sirs