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Chapter Three

Kyle stood at his bathroom vanity gripping the edge of the counter breathing heavily, the Vaseline jar open and the Aneros box sitting empty next to him. He turned and took a step as the tip of the Aneros grazed his prostate. He caught a moan in his throat

There was a knock on the door.

"Hurry up Kyle," Ike said impatiently, "You're not the only one who has to get ready for school."

"Hold on," Kyle responded as he pulled on his boxers, "I'll be out in a minute."

With every motion, he could feel the toy shift in his rectum. By the time he had his shirt on, he had grown accustomed enough that it didn't bother him as much.

Soon Kyle was fully dressed, and he hid the Aneros box and Vaseline jar in the back corner under the sink. As he opened the door, Ike rushed past.

"About damn time," he said, "You were taking forever."

Kyle ignored the barb and slowly made his way to the kitchen where Sheila was making breakfast.

"Good morning my little Bubbeh," she said, "I made pancakes."

"No thanks," Kyle said, "I think I'll just have some orange juice."

"Now Kyle," she said, "You know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"I know mom," he said, "I'm just not feeling well today."

He took the glass of OJ that he had poured and walked over to the table. The second that he sat down, the head of Aneros thrust into his prostate as the arm massaged his perineum. He stifled a moan and let out a deep breath.

This did not go unnoticed by Sheila.

"Are you okay, Bubbeh," she asked, "You look positively out of sorts."

"Really," he strained to sound normal, "I'm fine."

"Maybe you should stay home," she said as she felt his forehead for a fever.

"No," Kyle protested. If he stayed home, Cartman would release the video, "I have a test today that I can't miss."

"I'm sure your teacher would let you make it up," she argued.

"But I'm ready for it today," Kyle responded, "If I don't take it today, I'll forget the content."

"Fine," she acquiesced before adding, "but it goes against my better judgement as a mother."

"Mom," Ike whined, "I'll don't feel well either. Maybe I should stay home."

"Ike, you're fine," she dismissed, "Eat your breakfast."

"Yeah, yeah," Ike said, "Anyway, I'm meeting up with Filmore after school to work on a project. Can I spend the night?"

"Since it's a weekend, you can do what you want," she responded, "Besides, your father and I are leaving for Denver this afternoon because he has a dinner meeting with some colleagues. We won't be back until tomorrow afternoon."

Soon, the Broflovski brothers were walking towards the bus stop. Kyle had found that by gritting his teeth, he could ignore the sensation that rippled through his body with each step.

"What's wrong with you," Ike asked out of the blue.

"What do mean," Kyle asked.

"Last night, you were dodgy as hell when you came home almost late," Ike said, "And this morning, you look like shit."

"Thanks," Kyle said.

"Seriously, Kyle," Ike said, "What is going on with you lately?"

"It's nothing," Kyle responded, "Let it go."

Ike shook his head, "Whatever, bro."

They arrived at the bus stop to find Kenny, Karen, Stan and Wendy already waiting.

"Hey dude," Stan said upon seeing him, "Are you okay? You look pale."

"Are you sick," Wendy asked, concern apparent in her voice.

"No," Kyle said, "I'm fine. I just don't feel 100% today."

Kyle glanced at Kenny, who had an eyebrow raised.

Kyle was about to say something to him when his thoughts were interrupted.

"Hey hippies, hoodrats and Jews," Cartman shouted as he approached, "Kahl, you don't look well. Are you okay?"

"Fuck off, fatass," Kyle shot back.

"Leave him alone, Cartman," Stan said defensively.

"Yeah," Wendy chided, "He's not feeling well."

"Awe," Cartman mocked, "He's not feeling well. It could always be worse."

Kyle shot a look at Cartman and saw the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. His eyes widened as the weighted rotor, that he didn't know was in the head of the Aneros, sprang to life. Kyle gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and tried and failed to maintain his balance.

Ike and Kenny grabbed him by the shoulders to keep him upright.

"What the hell was that," Ike asked while Kenny said, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing," Kyle said as he let out a breath when the rotor stopped, "Just a little light headed."

"Go home dude," Stan said, "You're obviously not okay."

Kyle straightened himself up, "Seriously, I'm fine. Besides, I can't miss school today. We have that History exam."

"Kyle," Stan said as he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, "You have the highest grade in our class. I think you can afford to miss one test."

Kyle shrugged off Stan's hand, "Seriously dude, I'm fine."

At that point the bus pulled up, and Butters came running up to the bus stop. The eight of them piled on. Once they were in their seats, Butters greeted them.

"Good mornin' fellas," he said, "I was running late this morning. It's a good thing I didn't miss the bus. I'm already grounded, and I don't know what my dad would do if I got into more trouble."

"One of these days you're going to have to stand up to your parents," Stan said.

"Oh, I couldn't do that," Butters said, "What if they kick me out or…?"

Butters paused and averted his eyes as though what he was about to say was taboo, "Never mind. I just can't."

He lifted his eyes and looked at Kenny, to find the other blonde looking back at him in concern.

Kenny turned his gaze back to Kyle, who was sitting by himself in what seemed to be deep concentration.

In fact, Kyle was trying to keep calm as every bump the bus hit pushed the tip of the Aneros into his prostate. He looked up as he realized that there was a large bump approaching. He glanced at Cartman who was wearing another sadistic smirk. The split second before the bus struck the severely uneven paving, the Aneros sprang to life. As the vibrating tip slammed into his prostate, he stifled back a moan and clenched his fists. It went largely unnoticed by everyone due to the ambient sounds of a bus full of teenagers, but it was not missed by Kenny.

For the rest of the day, Kyle tried his hardest to maintain that he was fine, which wasn't necessarily a lie. Throughout the day, the Aneros sprang to life sporadically, and Kyle forced himself to ignore it. The only thing he couldn't ignore was the throbbing pain coming from his entrapped penis.

He realized pretty early on in the day that if he didn't do anything, the pre-cum that he was surely leaking, would eventually stain his pants. His solution was taking some free condoms from the nurse's office and using one to cover the chastity cage. This made it so that his cum would collect there instead of in his pants.

Kyle just put down his pencil after finishing the History exam that he had been anticipating all day. He was fairly annoyed because the Aneros turned on as soon as the exam started and stayed on throughout the duration. He was sure that Cartman would turn it off once he put down his pencil, but when he glanced at the fatass, he saw him still working on his own exam. As he shifted in his seat, he could feel the squishy wetness of the cum-filled condom between his legs. He grabbed his test, stood up and approached the teacher.

The teacher looked up at him expectantly, "Yes Mr. Broflovski?"

"I'm finished my test," Kyle said in a neutral tone, "I'm not feeling too awesome, so may I go to the restroom?"

The teacher took the test and nodded.

Kyle turned and left the room before heading to the closest men's room.

Once inside Kyle made his way to one of the empty stalls. He worked down his pants and boxers. He meticulously removed the condom before tying it off and dropping it into the toilet and flushing. He pulled a fresh condom out of his pocket and worked it over the awkward shape of the chastity cage. Next, he pulled off some toilet paper and wiped the excess lube off of the condom. He pulled up his boxers and pants, and turned to leave the stall. All the while, the Aneros continued to assult his prostate.

As he exited to stall, he realized that he wasn't alone in the bathroom. Leaning on the wall next to the door, Eric Cartman was wearing a smug expression.

"Having fun Kahl," he asked sarcastically.

Kyle simply ignored him and approached the sink to wash his hands. As he was washing, Cartman walked up behind him.

"Did you like the surprise," Cartman asked, "You seem to be holding it together pretty well?"

Kyle remained silent, only communicating with his tormentor through a dark glare reflected from the mirror in front of him.

"Come on Kahl," Cartman said, "How am I supposed to know how you feel if you don't tell me?"

"Turn it off," Kyle said softly.

"What was that," Cartman said, "I couldn't hear you."

Kyle turned to face him, the scowl still prominently on his face, "I said, 'turn it off.' You made your fucking point. You had your fun, now turn the fucking thing off."

Cartman guffawed, "You mean it's on right now? I gotta commend you. You're pretty fucking calm for someone with an active fucking vibrator in his ass."

"Like you didn't fucking know that it's on," Kyle said, "Unless your fat ass so fucking useless that you forgot that you turned it on."

Cartman's glee turned into a scowl as he grabbed Kyle by the neck and slammed him back against the wall. The action caused the still operational Aneros to jab his prostate, causeing him to moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Cartman continued to hold Kyle by the throat, and in response Kyle grabbed his arm.

"First of all, Jewfag, never call me a useless fatass," Cartman said menacingly, "Secondly, are you ready for the second surprise of the day?"

Cartman leaned in close to Kyle's ear before whispering, "I don't have the remote."

Kyle's eyes widened as Cartman released his grip, "I never did. None of this today was my idea."

"Who," Kyle asked.

Cartman turned away and shrugged, "It's not my place to say. You'll have plenty of time to talk to them tonight at my place, though I have a feeling you won't be doing much talking. Screaming, perhaps, but probably not talking."

Cartman exited the room, right passed a glowering Kenny.

"What up hoodrat," Cartman said.

"If I find out that you're hurting him, there will be retribution," Kenny said.

Cartman simply flipped him the bird and kept walking.

Kyle was still reeling from the revelation that Cartman had an associate, that upon Kenny's entrance, he slid down the wall and sat on the hard floor, an action that he immediately regretted as it caused the still vibrating Aneros to jab his prostate yet again.

"How much of that did you hear," Kyle asked.

"Enough," Kenny said as he crossed his arms, "What's he doing to you?"

Kyle stood up, "It's nothing."

"Bullshit," Kenny said.

"I'll tell you later," Kyle said, "Is it still okay for me to come over to your place tonight?"

Kenny nodded, "Of course."

Kyle nodded in thanks before leaving the room to return to class.

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