Kenny's Pov
Wow, I checked the views for the first chapter this morning and I must say that I am very impressed with them, so I decided to go ahead and post this second chapter today! In all honesty, I personally thought that the first chapter was crap, but I'm happy people seemed to like it! Anyway, sorry for my rambling, I like talking to my viewers ^_^ And I've had quite a bit of caffeine today…
The last time I ate a bite was long before we started playing that wretched game. With Cartman's frame of mind, I wouldn't be surprised if he came up with the rules realising in advance that I would take the stick for myself so I would be stuck in this little predicament. But nobody is that sick, are they? There is fabric covering my eyes and I am vulnerable to my surroundings, not to mention that my limbs are strapped rather tightly to the ends of Cartman's bed. I can hear light footprints pacing the room. Back and forth, and back and forth. I could feel a chill occasionally run across my body, so I would presume that I am naked.
"Did you have a good sleep?" My captive asked in a mock tone of concern. I nod in obedience. Knowing this boy for years, he just may be more willing to let you go if you follow along with his silly games until he becomes bored with them. "Let's get one thing straight first. Under my control, you will address me as 'Master'. Is that clear?" "Y-yes master…" What the fuck? Did I stutter? I mentally kick myself in the nuts as I replay the scene in my mind. I give myself an extra kick upon the realisation that I have addressed the town fatass as Master. "Good, good. By the way, Ken, how do you feel? Answer honestly because if I don't like the answer, they're will be following punishments." I cringe at the sound of my formal name, but maybe he intended to call me that only to make him sound more overpowering and intimidating.
"Well, I am pretty h-hungry and I kind of…need to make a trip to the restroom – Master!" Though blindfolded, I could still feel his sickening smirk boring inside me. "You almost forgot to address me properly, slave. For that I think a quick warning is in order. A slap on the wrist – if you will." I could feel my body being slightly turned over and revealing my exposed backside. "Ah, your cheeks are so small and sweet." He teased. A smack! Ran through my spine and echoed throughout the room. Even is Mrs. Cartman were home, Eric would still treat me like this and even I would die of embarrassment if she knew I was receiving my spankings in the other room. It took about ten smacks against each cheek with his bare hands to get a cry from me. Now, I could feel something sticky moving n circular motions around my anus. "Wait Master! Why?" I nearly sobbed. "We're too young to do this! Besides, don't you think Douchbag farting on my balls was the worst punishment?" I tried to reason sheepishly. I did not want to be raped at nine years old, but Cartman was a sociopath. Sociopaths have no remourse or consideration for their victim's feelings or emotions. Look it up on Google if you have to and find a picture of Cartman in the corner.
A foreign object suddenly slipped inside me. I wanted to sigh from relief, but restrained myself. I would never admit to anyone but the small object moving its way in and out of my entrance felt strange at first, but pleasurable at the same time. I guess this is what some kids called playing doctor? "This is chap stick, Ken. Nothing to worry about. If you actually though I would stick my dick in your hole, then you are sadly mistaken. Who knows how filthy you are. Just might need to clean you up. But we can save that for another day. It's time to eat."
We made our way to the kitchen, and I was ordered to crawl across the floor trailing behind him. "Something's missing." He pulled out a collar and fastened it around my neck, and attached a leash through a small hoop. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to, but I gave him a look of concern. "No, I've never had a dog, but my mom used to have one before I was born. She grieved so much after his death and decided to keep some accessories as memories." He studied me. I felt pity for his mother, but I didn't want him to see it in my eyes. 'What the fuck is he doing?' He forcefully grabbed my leash and tied it around one of the table legs. A bowl of eggs and bacon were placed in front of me. No fucking way. "Well, eat up. And then I will take you for your bathroom break." "Oh and, say cheese Ken!" Another flash of light blinded me. Here I was on my hands and knees while tied to a table with a leash around my neck. It was either eat or starve. "Nice picture. I think I'll put it right next to the one of you sucking my toes. Enjoy that breakfast, by the way. Because that's all you're getting until dinner."
So, there's chapter 2! Yes, I am disturbed and I have dealt with it so you should to :p I have been in a writing mood lately so there is more to come. If I ever fall behind, reviews keep me upbeat ;) I have to work tomorrow and have a pretty busy weekend with friends – yes I have those! but maybe there will be a new chapter on Tuesday my lovelies! And yes, Cartman is going to keep this photography thing going.