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The Contract Part 1 and 2 are actually one single chapter I decided to split in two for a more agreeable reading, the reason I'm posting them simultaneously.
Warning: AU –Second World War
M-Rated!Contains coarse language, violent imaginary related to the context of war, and sex.
I do not own South Park. I do not own anything. I wish I was that f* genius!
Kyle stood awkwardly silent.
He watched Herr Cartman seated at his desk, writing down the words that would determine his and his family's fate. Green eyes couldn't leave the spikey and skilled black lines de pen drew. Everybody would be safe as long as he managed to satisfy Herr Cartman's sexual desires. A thought that made him feel both terrified and excited at the same time.
Kyle's heartbeat sped up from terror and his legs desired to run away from the Nazi. His heartbeat accelerated from anticipation and his legs became jelly at the knowledge they would soon be physical again. He could feel his body turn cold from the anxiety, his face burn from hungry lust, his stomach sink miserably from fear, his throat become dry from temptation.
His mind was struggling with contrasting thoughts. His feelings were double and confusing. In the end, Kyle was disgusted by himself, knowing a part of him wanted this as badly as the fat Nazi. He felt revolted by his own disturbed instincts, repulsed by his own desires, infuriated by his own incoherence. But all this he knew to hide behind a perfectly calm fake façade, acting like the scared innocent boy he knew he should be. From outside, he looked composed and reluctant. But from inside, there was a terrible destructive storm going on. The winds of agony were clashing with the waves of lust, driving him insane, making his head throb, drawing all his energy away, until all he felt was mental exhaustion.
"I, Eric Theodore Cartman, SS of Camp Dachau, hereby state that I will do everything within my power to keep Gerald Broflovski, Sheila Broflovski and Ike Broflovski safe and protected. In return, Kyle Broflovski must agree in obeying me to no limits and perform whatever task is given to him by me, without any question." Kyle blinked when Herr Cartman's voice read what he had just written. "Sounds reasonable, won't you agree with me, Jewboy?" Kyle swallowed dry when the fat Nazi handed over the paper and a pen. "Your signature, please. Over here." He said pointing at an empty area under the text.
"A contract?" Kyle hesitantly asked. He hated the fact his hands were trembling so the piece of paper shook between his fingers. Herr Cartman of course saw it, but took no notice.
"Yes. This way it's official. Call it a safe guard for both of us. We both seal our promises in it so none of us can break them." The fat Nazi coolly answered. He could see, in the manner the red haired boy's eyebrow arched, he was suspicious and didn't truly buy it. "As I said before, I am a man of my word. This is just a way of having a tangible evidence of it."
"Fair enough." Kyle said equally coolly. He suppressed a nervous sigh, placed the paper on the desk for support and scribbled his signature. There ran a flash of triumph across the Nazi's eyes, which the Jew didn't miss. Kyle returned the paper and Herr Cartman wrote down his signature too. Then he stamped it with the SS mark and placed the paper in a small vault by his desk. He got up and walked to the door.
"I'll be away for only a short while." He said before exiting the room.
Kyle heard him lock the door and snorted. The fat Nazi obviously didn't trust him to stay. He stood for a few moments in the middle of the office alone with silence as his only companion. A wave of panic swept over his body, as realization of what he had just agreed hit him like a block. The strange excitement from minutes ago died out quickly when the whole concept of their contract was properly interiorized. He was giving up his body, his human dignity and let this sickened bastard of a Nazi have his way with it. Not only that, but he agreed in obeying Herr Cartman in anything and "anything" was a very vast word. He brought his hands to his head, fingers burying in the red curls. He had to fight back the urge to scream and cry out loudly. He inhaled and exhaled deep and fast several times, forcing himself to not give into this panic.
Why did I agree with this?
I had no choice. Absolutely no choice.
He would have killed them. Mom, dad, Ike.
What am I gonna do now?
Don't panic! Whatever you do, just don't panic.
Just…go with the flow.
Minutes stretched torturously as the young Jew kept telling himself to calm down and just accept his fate. A fate that, even though forced, was chosen by him. The clock in the wall ticked slowly and soon a quarter of an hour had passed by. The door unlocked itself and Kyle turned around with a startle. He was sure he looked terrible, probably was as white as a sheet of paper going by the look the Nazi gave him. Yet, Herr Cartman didn't comment anything. He entered and Kyle recognized the small vessel with water, which was placed in the exact same corner as the last time. Herr Cartman placed two small towels next to the vessel.
"We'll be needing it, later on." He explained casually and Kyle swallowed dry, his stomach sinking when the Nazi locked the door.
Herr Cartman placed a flask on the desk before turning to him. The redhead's heartbeat kept increasing by the second and he was sure it would explode soon. He knew he was breathing faster than he should and he was shivering from the nerves. Kyle wondered if the fat Nazi had noticed his distress. If he did, he chose to ignore it. Herr Cartman paced slowly in his direction and Kyle, despite feeling absolutely terrified, refused to take a step back. He refused to let himself be dominated easily. Their eyes were locked. Herr Cartman smirked satisfied. He could read the fear in the green orbs, mixed with fire. He knew this Jew could never be tamed, which only made him more desirable. He was a challenge. And that was exactly the thing that made Kyle so absolutely tempting.
He paced slowly towards Kyle until the space between them was closed. Until he could feel the Jew's warm irregular breathing. He gently placed his hand on Kyle's face, his fingers softly travelling from his cheek up to his head until they were intertwined in the red curls. He knew Kyle was terrified, yet the Jew did not budge, he did not break the eye contact. And this was way more fulfilling than if the boy would whimper and let himself be easily defeated.
"Kiss me, Jew." He ordered. Green eyes twitched and a short hesitation followed. But then Kyle, slowly drew nearer, looking beautifully insecure. Their faces were coming closer and Kyle's eyes casted down, redirecting to the fat Nazi's lips. Herr Cartman held his breath when they noses touched and soft hesitant lips brushed on his. It was the most perfect and softest feeling. Herr Cartman closed his eyes and slowly breathed out. He felt Kyle's lips press against his several times. Small dry and chaste kisses. Dawn sweet kisses. The Nazi was hungry for more. "Use your tongue." He whispered.
Kyle paused for a second, then joined their lips again, opened his mouth slightly and slip his unexperienced tongue inside of Herr Cartman's mouth. Kyle explored his mouth cautiously and brushed his tongue several times against the other's with care. As much as the Nazi was enjoying the slow tentative moves, he became hungrier by the minute, feeling his blood rush faster in his body. He moved his tongue greedily against Kyle's, demanding the boy to be bolder, while he grabbed onto the red curls with some force, pushing the Jew's head slightly back, forcing him to open more his mouth and allow fuller access to his warmness. There was a moan of protest from the Jew during Herr Cartman's demanding move, but Kyle picked up the pace quickly and kissed with more power. Eventually, he lost his shyness and dared to kiss with passion.
The kiss went on forever, becoming hungrier, wilder and wetter by the second. Herr Cartman still had his hand on the Jew's hair and placed the other behind his frail back. There was a soft moan at the touch that brought their bodies together and Kyle wrapped his arms around the Nazi's shoulders, bringing even more lust into the kiss. Herr Cartman was more than pleased by the kiss, which enticed his whole body. The temperature was rising between the two boys and in particular, in the Nazi's groin. He smiled pleasurably as his body started hardening just from that great kiss. He wanted more. So he broke the kiss. Both were panting and Kyle avoided meeting his eyes, shocked with how great Herr Cartman tasted, how great kissing him felt. The Nazi placed his index under the Jew's chin, lifting his head so their eyes had to meet.
"Your tongue can truly work wonders." The Nazi complimented and Kyle's face became instantly redder. "Let's see what other talents that tongue of yours has. Go on your knees." Kyle's flushed face seemed to glow furiously and fear invaded his green eyes. The fat Nazi smirked cruelly as Kyle slowly bended his legs, lowering himself until his knees met the hard floor and his face was right in front of the swelling in the Nazi's groin. "Go on. Undo my pants."
Kyle's face contorted at the idea of what he would have to do next. With shaky hands he loosened the belt, undid the trousers' button and unzipped the pants. Herr Cartman smiled at the feeling of the cold trembling hands clumsily pulling the pants down, so carefully it looked like he was afraid of breaking the material. Kyle could see the growing swelling under the boxers and sighed miserably. He pulled down the Nazi's underwear so his hardening cock was revealed. Herr Cartman released a soft gasp of contentment and looked down at the mass of red curls so close to his erection.
"Suck meh balls." He ordered. Kyle didn't expect that order and looked up at him with an expression of both terror and confusion. "Come on, suck meh dry balls, Kalh." Kyle looked in front of him still rather shocked and leaned over very slightly to see the aim of his new task. He froze. Fuck! I can't believe he actually took the time to shave his balls! Kyle didn't know if he should laugh at the silliness of the situation or puke of revulsion. "Hey, Jewboy! Meh balls are starting to itch from the dry air around them! What about you start wetting them with your tongue!" The impatient Nazi complained.
Listening to those degrading words, at that humiliating commando, made the thought of giving up this whole thing quite tempting. But Kyle knew that was no option. Because it would mean the fat Nazi would take it out on his family. So Kyle closed his eyes and told himself to do what must be done. He begrudgingly opened his mouth and touched the unnaturally smooth skin. Herr Cartman exhaled a happy sigh and drew his head a bit back, as he felt the warm and wetness of Kyle's mouth surround his balls. He felt the Jew's tongue uneasily lick his genitals and it felt amazing. Soon Kyle heard soft moans above him and knew, whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Because frankly, the redhead had no idea what he was doing.
He travelled with his tongue up and down the skin, feeling quite clumsy and sucked the soft genitals awkwardly, unable to understand how he was pleasuring the other boy. But he was, and that was all that mattered. Herr Cartman looked down, breathing fast. This damn Jew was way better than he had imagined. He was building up the pressure in his body, making him move his hips involuntarily, while his hardened erection begged to be released. So he grabbed Kyle by his head and pulled him back. Kyle emitted a small cry at the sudden and rough gesture. His eyes widened greatly when Herr Cartman took advantage of this moment, when his mouth was open, to insert his dick inside of it.
"Fuck my hard cock, Jew!" Herr Cartman ordered. Kyle was shocked and protested, grunting indignantly. Herr Cartman laughed cruelly, amused at the sound and tried to shove his dick deeper in the boy's mouth. But Kyle was struggling and pulling himself back at every attempt. Herr Cartman took his erection out of the boy's mouth (much for Kyle's relieve) and pulled his head back by his hair so he could look at his face. "Fuck! You stupid Jew! What do you think you're doing?"
"I never did this before, you fucking retard!" Kyle yelled furiously, completely neglecting the authority the Nazi had over him. Herr Cartman stared at the wild green eyes, flushed angry face and felt even more aroused by the disrespectful insult.
"You let it go all the way down the throat." The Nazi explained oddly calmly.
"What?! I'll choke! How will I even breathe?"
"Through your nose, dickhead! And you won't choke. Remember Bebe? She gave you a fucking blowjob without choking, didn't she?" Kyle stared shocked at the Nazi, more for the fact he had indeed watched him come inside the blonde's mouth than the horrible answers he had just given. "Now, please, open you pretty mouth." Herr Cartman ordered, while he held his cock in front of Kyle's face. The Jew could already feel some tears sting his eyes, but fought them back. He opened his mouth and allowed the Nazi to shove his whole length in his mouth, to the back of it and down his throat. "Now, move your head back and forth." Herr Cartman instructed more calmly this time, pleasure slowly consuming his mind. Kyle obeyed and slowly moved, finding the full long and hard feeling inside his mouth quite unpleasant. "Faster."
Kyle shut his eyes tight and did as told. His hands rested on the Nazi's thick legs for support and he moved his head, giving balance and finding the desired speed with the guidance of the heavy hand on top of his head. While he prayed for this to be over soon, Herr Cartman could feel his body want to quiver under this boy's touch. He was rough and demanding in his moves, guiding Kyle's head, while he trusted his cock deeper and deeper, so his hips collided with the Jew's face. He could feel his release very near and moved more violently, originating desperate grunts from the Jew. Kyle had the feeling he would die with another guy's penis stuck in his mouth and, therefore, tried to yell to stop. But the vibration of his afflictive grunting only increased the Nazi's pleasure. Herr Cartman exhaled a groan when his cock jerked inside the Jew's mouth and grinned with blissful happiness.
"Swallow meh milk." He ordered, between his pants and made sure Kyle did swallow all of his semen. He finally released the Jew, who fell with his hands on the floor, coughing and gasping for air. It had been a horrible experience and there was a moment he truly thought he would die of a violent asphyxiation. With a trembling hand, he wiped his mouth and repressed the urge of crying. Never in his life had he felt this much humiliated. "Hey, Jewboy!" Kyle looked up and Herr Cartman grinned maliciously at him. "Don't get your spirits too high. We aren't finished, just yet."