Cartman's Pov
So, I hoped to get this chapter in as early as possible! I really don't think about what I write first, just happens as I go along. Even though I am super tired, I cannot sleep because of all the excitement the past few days, so I wrote this ^_^ The song that was stuck in my head while writing this was Black Widow by Iggy and Rita. South Park belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone!
I made sure to tie back Kenny's hands, just in case he decided to cheat. I wanted his face buried into that bowl. I allowed him to eat for a few moments but decided to kick the dish away from him when he became too eager to finish his meal. He is very poor and rarely gets to eat. That only makes the situation much more funnier. "If I recall, I think there was something else you needed earlier, slave. Could you tell me what that was again?" Kenny gulped. Perfect. "I – need to go to the washroom Master, please?" Begging? Good, but I need a little more to satisfy my needs. "Beg harder." I growled and lowered my gaze at the mess on the floor. He cupped his hands together and kneeled. "Please, please it hurts so bad! I'll do anything, please!"
Better… "How about you be a doll and crawl to me, then kiss my feet. Maybe then I will let you go." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. Under any other circumstance, I knew Kenny would have spit in my face and called me a fat ass bastard. But that wasn't the case today. In fact if he decided to do that to me given the situation he is in, I would let his bladder squirm for a good few hours. Of course he did as I asked. I was only a few feet away from him but he lowered himself and kissed the top of my shoe. "The other one too." I warned with a kick to his head. His lips pressed against my second shoe and lowered his head to await his instructions.
I untied him a few quick moments later. I loved how relieved he looked. Almost a smile. If anyone asked me my opinion on Kenny I would immediately tell them what a self – righteous, moronic, self – centred bastard he is. But the word bastard is very painful for me, and I nearly lose it even if someone just casually spits it out. Like they don't know the meaning of the word. Kyle and Stan always tell me that I'm just jealous of the way Kenny puts others before himself no matter the situation. I hate anyone like him. I'm always informed how wrong it is to think of that way towards my best friend, and maybe it is. Everyone thinks lowly of me but they have their reasons, how shallow they may be.
I led him outside. Kenny cocked his head, looking incredibly confused. I only smiled in acknowledgement. "Master, I-" "Yes?" I interrupted. He gulped. Delicious. "I'm still…naked. Please, I can't have anyone seeing me like this." "The whole town has already seen you parading around like a prissy ballerina. What more can you be embarrassed about?" Those damned eyes of his widened, looking back at me with a slightly pouted lip and blushing cheeks. I sighed, defeated. "If you go like a good dog…you can sleep on the bed tonight." It took him longer than necessary to get well – adjusted. Claiming to be 'pee shy' and what other nonsense.
The rest of the day is very uneventful. I've decided to give Kenny some of my tremendous mercy. I permitted him to watch some TV with me. Myself on the couch and him on the floor, of course. He seemed uneasy around me. Probably because I haven't decided to punish him within the last hour, but I feel my creativity and his behind both needed a well - deserved break. "Permission to speak, Master?" Damn, he was getting good at this. It's becoming harder and harder to discipline him. I raised an eyebrow. "Yes". "Have I been good?" If we had an audience, they would 'awe'. I smiled genuinely. "For now, yes. You've been a wonderful pet the past couple days." "You, you wouldn't show my pictures to anyone tomorrow, would you? I've still kept my word, I'll do anything!" "Relax, Kenny." He seemed to loosen up at the sound of his nickname. "You don't have to worry about anything, as long as you keep being the good boy that you are now." I patted his head while he sat at me feet. He seemed to be enjoying the sensation of my hand gently rubbing and scratching his scalp. He moaned, that little bugger. He blushed immediately upon realising it, but I chuckled playfully in response.
I want Kenny to feel safe, that way he will be more relaxed and ready to take whatever it is I have coming for him in the near future. Plus, I don't have enough pictures to show the school yet. I want to wait until he really fucks up, and that way I'll have a full album to show all of my…associates. The last thing I'll ever do is call someone a friend. That night Kenny and I slept in the same bed – he slept on top of the covers more like it. I didn't want anyone sleeping beside me just yet. Bastard should call himself lucky I didn't make him sleep outside. I should remind myself to save that as a punishment one day.
By the way, the favs, reviews, and follows means a lot! I'm viewing fanfiction as practice to see how well I would make it as a real author, so this site (and South Park!) is really helping me a lot! And looks like you guys got this chapter a lot sooner than I expected! :) And your opinions, good or bad really mean a lot to me! This doll in the basement looks like it's staring at me. I've always been concerned about it lol….