I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK!
Kenny groaned as he closed his apartment door behind him. He shuffled to his cot and fell face down into the softness of his new comforter. He hurt everywhere. He had been tired going to school. An hour after Kyle had left, one of his regulars had called and wanted a special request, four hours spent together in a motel room outside of town. Kenny was reluctant since he had school in the morning. But in the end he had agreed. Four hours in a customer requested place would bring him $200. He sorely needed that money. So he had said yes. The man had picked him up. And he had spent four hours having his ass pounded by the regular customer and two of his friends. He hadn't expected the friends. Would likely have said no if the customer had told him about them. Because it meant that he wouldn't have any breaks, which he didn't get one of the entire four hours. He still couldn't believe he had gone through four hours of straight ass fucking. But he had gotten lucky. This customer was very much a regular, coming to him at least twice a week. He had made sure that his friends had paid him as well and they used a lot of lube and condoms, which they provided, and they were gentle with him. So at 1am, when they had dropped him off at home, he had $600 clutched in his tired hand, and a very sore ass. He had showered and fell into bed, grateful for the warmth of the comforter.
At school, he had learned that they weren't playing dodge ball again in gym as he had hoped. It would have meant he could get hit and sit down most of the period. But no. The teacher decided they needed to do something to keep them warm. So they had gone outside into the cold and jogged the entire period. Kenny could barely handle walking that day let alone jogging. Kyle had fallen back to see if he was alright. But he really didn't want to tell Kyle that he couldn't run that day because his ass was sore. So he had lied, told Kyle that he had twisted his ankle slipping in a puddle on his way to school. Kyle seemed satisfied with the answer and had jogged to catch up with Stan and Butters.
He had gotten so cold. His gym sweats had holes in them and did little to keep him warm. He usually enjoyed jogging days. But not today. Today all it did was make him colder then he had been in days and made his ass even more sore. He wanted nothing more then to take off his clothes and curl up under his comforter and sleep. But his phone was ringing.
Groaning, he stood and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's me."
Kenny sighed. "Hey. What's up?"
"Nothing. I was just wondering why you lied to me earlier. I thought with everything that's happened you wouldn't lie to me anymore."
"What?" Kenny's head was getting fuzzy. He held the phone against his ear with his shoulder and wrapped his arms around himself. He was so cold.
"Twisted your ankle? You weren't limping all day until you told me that. You were sitting like it was uncomfortable, though."
"Kyle, I don't want to talk about this right now. I'm so tired." He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. "I'm so cold, Kyle."
"Kenny? Hey, are you okay?"
Kenny opened his mouth to answer and felt a wave of exhaustion crash over him. He didn't feel anything when his knees buckled and he collapsed onto the floor. He didn't hear Kyle's worried voice screaming for him to answer.