Heheh, I just can't stop until this frickin story is finished!

btw, wut wut in da asshoe is da best vid ebur on youtoob! eben dough i tink kartmen wanted kahl instead ob butterz.

But enough of the noob talk right now! Commence the story!

Kyle slowly stirred the next morning. He opened his tired eyes, feeling his cold, naked body in an unfamiliar bed. Then his mind suddenly registered the situation that occurred the previous night. The Jew sat up, covering his bare self with the covers while looking around, seeing his and Cartman's clothing scattered all over the room. He shivered as images of what Eric did to him flashed in his mind in the silence. He looked down at his heavy, shaking hands to notice that they were hand-cuffed.

Confused, Kyle brought his hands closer to his face, examining them as if they weren't really there. "What the fu--"

"Good morning, Kahl…" spoke an ominous voice from the doorway.

The one and only Eric Cartman strode into his room wearing some thrown on pajamas as he carried a bowl of cereal. "Hungry, my little Jew?" he teased, setting the bowl down on the carpet.

Kyle turned to get out of the bed but heard a little jingle coming from his legs: His feet were handcuffed too. "God Dammit, Cartman! What the hell are these for?" he bellowed, shaking his fists in anger.

"Why, that's so you won't escape, Silly!" Cartman said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Now, eat your breakfast, Jew. It's already 10a.m."

Kyle just stared down at the cereal bowl sitting on the floor. "I am not going to eat it like that, you sick bastard!"

Cartman smiled at Kyle's stubbornness, starting to get horny from his anger. "Of course you are. You are mine: You expressed that to me last night."

"Ugh…" Kyle rolled his eyes and looked away from him, keeping his gaze straight forward. "I only did that because--"

"Because you liked it."

"No! Because you forced me into doing it!" Kyle's cheeks were starting to turn red, maybe from embarrassment.

"But you still liked it," Cartman persisted as he crossed his arms. "I could tell."

Kyle's cheeks turned a darker shade of red as he tried to think of a good retort. But he just sighed and said, "Well that's beside the point! I'm not going to eat that cereal like a fucking dog!"

"Dammit, Kahl! I--"

Suddenly, the Cartman house phone was heard.

"Meeem! Answer that phone!" Eric yelled out, irritated enough with Kyle's bickering. After a long silence besides the ringing, Cartman clenched his fists and stormed into the hallway. "Damn lazy ass bitch! Can't do shit except get fucked all night!"

Kyle took this chance to try and escape. He rolled off the bed, hopping around the room to pick up his clothes. Meanwhile, Eric reluctantly went into the kitchen, picking up the phone at the last split second. Some sobs were clearly heard from the other line.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Listen dude, you have the wrong number. Go call Opera or someone who cares."

"Wait! Eric, this is Mrs. Broflovski! Kyle's mother!" The woman's voice shook as she spoke.

Cartman froze, his glorious day being shot down by his lover's mom. Shit, forgot about that one little detail. "W-Why do you sound so distraught, Mrs. Broflovski?" Cartman tried to sound as innocent as he could even though he already knew where this conversation was going to go.

"It's Kyle! We went to check up on him in his room last night and he was gone!"

Eric forced a surprised gasp. "Oh no! Why, that's so terrible! Are you sure he isn't at Stan or Kenny's house?"

"Yes, we've already called the neighbors and FBI, but there's just no sign of him," the scared mother informed.

Cartman smirked at all the trouble he was causing. It almost made him laugh if it wasn't for Kyle's mom on the other line. "Well, I haven't seen him since school on Friday, so I have no clue. I really hope you find him, it's scary to know that a dear friend is missing."

Mrs. Broflovski could be heard sighing in lost hope. But when she spoke she sounded almost cheerful. "Thank you for telling me, Eric. Please tell your mother about this, and call if you find any information." And with that, she hung up.

Eric could just imagine the misery that the bloated Jew bitch was going through. His grin grew wider to edges of his cheeks as he practically skipped back up the stairs to his room. He was about to open the door to his room when his mom called out to him.

"Who was it, Sweetie?"

"Ugh…It was some retard that had the wrong number!"

He opened the door to find Kyle sitting on the floor desperately trying to put his clothes on. Too happy to be mad about Kyle at the moment, Eric just sat onto his bed, watching him.

Kyle glared up at him, throwing his shirt aside. "So who was it?"

Eric beamed. "Ohhh…Just someone…important. But you wouldn't really care."

Kyle immediately got up and grabbed Cartman's chest by the shirt, bringing his face close to him.

He gritted his teeth angrily as he uttered threateningly, "Tell. Me. Now."

Cartman just continued to smile that evil smile of his until he finally let it out. "It was just your parents. I'm sure they'll get over the fact that you're gone after a day or so."

Kyle's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly regained posture to give Cartman a good bitch slap across the cheek. Then he stormed off, picking up one of Cartman's bigger shirts and wrapping it around his bare body. Cartman rubbed his cheek from the sting of the blow and watched as Kyle was about to stomp out the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, Jew?"

"Home! And as hella far away from you as possible!"

Cartman ran up to him and grabbed him by a tuft of hair. "Oh no you don't! I'm not finished with you nyah!"

Then he dragged the struggling Jew out of his room into his attic, throwing him in. With Kyle lying sprawled and hurt on the floor, Cartman took that opportunity to grab a nearby whip hanging from the wall.

Kyle looked up in terror at his torture device. "Jesus Christ! Why the fuck do you have these things?"

Cartman slowly stepped closer to him, readying the whip. "For precisely this reason, Slave."

"I am not your God damn slave, you fuck--"

The whip cracked, a mere foot away from Kyle's shaking body. He reduced into a small ball, curled up like a scared puppy. And Cartman loved it. He cracked the whip swiftly another four or five times, a couple of them slashing into Kyle's skin. The Jew winced in pain as he clutched the cuts on his legs and arms.

He looked up at Cartman with tears starting to flow degradingly down his face. "C-Cartman…Please…"

This was exactly what Cartman wanted to hear. "I'll stop. If you…" He slowly unzipped his jeans, a bulge showing. "…suck my balls."

"Urgh…" Kyle shrunk further away. "Wasn't seeing it in ImaginationLand enough for you?"

Cartman started to step towards him, still smiling. "That was many years ago. And besides, seeing it isn't as pleasurable as actually feeling it."

As Cartman continued to walk towards him, he fully unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to the floor and kicking them aside.

"Cartman…don't," Kyle said with fear evident in his voice. He shuffled away from him, already exhausted.

Cartman cracked his whip, but this time nailing Kyle on his side, making it bleed. As the Jew lay in fetal position, clutching his bleeding wound, Cartman extended his bulky arms at Kyle and grabbed his hair, pulling him onto him.

Then Cartman pulled Kyle off the ground and up to his face, whispering into his ears menacingly, "You will address me as either 'Eric' or 'Master' from now on, Slave! No exceptions."

What?! I will never call you by those names! Kyle thought in his head, but knew better than to say it aloud.

Instead he just stood there, frozen under Cartman's grasp. As if hearing Kyle's thoughts, Cartman suddenly bit down on his ear and tugged on it.

"Come on…just say it…" he said with gritted teeth as he bit down harder, slamming him into the wall.

Kyle winced and gasped, then sighed, slowly saying, "Y-Yes…Eric…"

Cartman smirked and bit his hardest just to tease. As his bite turned into a violent kiss on the neck, Kyle tried his hardest not to whimper. The fierce pain returned once more as Cartman started to bite his ear again.

"What…now?" Kyle murmured as he tried to handle the pain.

"I want you to say 'Eric, I love you very much and will never leave you.'"

Kyle could feel Cartman smirk as he bit down even harder than before.

"N-No! That takes it too far!"

At this point, Kyle thought a part of his ear was completely bitten off. Cartman jerked his head back and looked at him with hatred in his eyes.

He spoke intimidating with his blood-stained teeth. "Say it like you mean it or I'll torture you much worse than the Jews suffered in the Holocaust."

Kyle's eyes widened as he contemplated what Cartman was capable of doing. Then he sighed and looked down, stuttering, "…Eric…I…love you very much…and will never leave you…" He blushed mortifyingly.

Cartman smiled, satisfied. He kissed Kyle lovingly on the lips for a moment, his tongue intruding rudely. Kyle wrapped his arms around his neck, returning the kiss just to make sure Cartman was happy. As Cartman pulled away, he could see the pretense in Kyle's eyes.

"I know you didn't really mean what you said, so I'll just have to torture you..." He grinned down at the Jew evilly. "But because you actually said it, I promise I won't do it as bad."

"What?" Kyle yelped, shaking as he still held onto him.

Cartman lifted his arm and ran his pudgy fingers through Kyle's hair. "First thing's first, Kyle: Suck my dry, spicy balls."

Cartman clamped onto Kyle's sides, digging his nails into his skin as he pushed him onto the floor, making him kneel before him. As Cartman began to pull down his underwear, Kyle shook in his place, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't make me do this, you fucking asshole," Kyle mumbled as Cartman held his head.

"Just relax, suck 'em good, and I won't cause you any pain."

"Like this isn't painful enough?"

Cartman just ignored his statement as he looked around the attic for a chair. He found a folded seat in the far corner and dragged Kyle as he walked to the chair. As Cartman sat down, he pulled out a small key from his shirt pocket, unlocking Kyle's handcuffs. But Kyle didn't move, for he knew he had no chance of escape. Cartman completely slid off his underwear, revealing his hard, sweating erection. He moaned, caressing it with one hand and yanking Kyle towards it with the other. Kyle tried to pull away, but was stopped by the risk of having half his hair pulled out excruciatingly. His mouth was forced to touch it, but he would not give in to him.

"Open your fucking mouth, or that whip will fuck you up," threatened Cartman, reminding Kyle of the big gash at his side.

Deep down, Kyle knew that sooner or later he would have to do it. If he wanted Cartman to treat him pleasantly, he would have to please him first, and there was no exception to that. Kyle inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Then he held Cartman's penis with both hands and gradually opened his mouth, slowly licking the head. Cartman gasped then loosened his grip on Kyle's hair, now guiding his head back and forth in a steady rhythm. Kyle's breaths began to shorten with each passing second as his tongue swirled around the tip. Then Kyle moved to the balls, sucking one of them lightly and using his other hand to play with the other. He sucked harder, and harder.

"Mmmm…Ahh…" He could hear Cartman moan. Kyle couldn't help but become aroused as well.

He paused and then went back to Cartman's dick. But this time, he bobbed back and forth, taking in more of Cartman's length who only continued to moan more erotically. Not realizing it, Kyle started to move one of his hands on his own erection and moved his fingers up and down, and up and down, at the same speed he was doing it with Cartman's.

"Ahhh… faster… faster."

As Kyle heard his command, he gradually sped up, causing Cartman to practically explode in bliss. After a few long minutes of moaning and grunting, Cartman spoke again.

"Kahl…I'm gonna…" he grunted, gripping the handles of his chair tighter. "…gonna cum…"

Kyle paused, removing his mouth reluctantly. Instead he wrapped his fingers around Cartman's erection, stroking it slowly as he waited for the seed. Before Kyle knew it, hot, spicy cum exuded all over his face. He shivered, licking the rest of the excess off Cartman. When he finished, Kyle just backed up a little, looking down with red-stained cheeks. Cartman smirked and kicked his slave in the stomach hard.

"Good job, Jew," he said as he stood up, watching Kyle double over in pain. "Tomorrow again after school…"

Cartman turned away and walked towards the exit, grinning at the Jew before slowly closing the door behind him. Kyle sighed tiredly and stared at the door for a long time, missing him already. Starting to become aroused again, he caught himself and shook out of his dirty thoughts, wiping the cum off his face irately.

"Oh, God. What is happening to me?"

Kyle's just having crazy mood swings. Go give that poor confused boy a hug.

Oh and I thank my best friend, Kanna, because she's the one who wrote the whole smex scene. I'm too much of a wimp lol. So thank you, Kanna. You're super awesome. :D

P.S. If you don't review this chapter, I'm not you're friend, Buddy!

Well I'm gonna go watch Sweeney Todd now! Woo Johnny Depp is luv!!