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!
"Don't get your spirits too high. We aren't finished, just yet." Herr Cartman said with a devilish grin.
Kyle could feel dread spread all over his body. He suddenly realized there were no limits with this guy, no kind of boundaries. He would be abused and misused over and over again. The fat Nazi would not spare him and the redhead regretted to sign his name on that stupid piece of paper. Because he had done much more than just write his name down. He had sold his soul to the devil. And now he was suffering the consequences. The oral sex had made him feel dirty and low rated. The nasty taste in the back of his mouth was the reminiscent of how degrading his life had just become. God must be angry with him, because right now, fate was laughing at his face. Fate. Always promising a new chance, only to deceive him with a prosperous future to instead fall in a much deeper and darker pit.
"Stand up." Herr Cartman's voice made Kyle shudder and anticipate something horrible.
He obeyed and got up facing the Nazi. The SS could read the hurt in the other boy's face. But the fire was still burning behind those scared eyes. How many times had he seen this Jew walk in the edge of defeat? He even witnessed his disastrous collapse, when he broke down in the Dark Room. He had watched Kyle hit the bottom of a dark pit of despair in his deepest agonies. And then, in some crazy miraculous way, he climbed out of those depths and came out of it stronger than before. Kyle always arose again, no matter what. Strong and defying. Never giving up. Always ready to face another challenge. This sturdiness was the model of Human resistance and will for survival.
Herr Cartman hated Kyle for making him absolutely fascinated, captivated and attracted by his will-power. Hated him for feeling admiration for the redhead. Hated his beauty, his bravery, his determinacy, his loyalty to his family, his talent in music. For being this perfect person in the wrong race. He hated Kyle for being the Jew that simply wouldn't give up. He hated Kyle for reminding him how his People are dangerous. Because when you are this headstrong, you are sure to become powerful and invincible. A major threat that has to be eliminated. Kyle represented everything he loved in the Aryan ideology and everything he hated in the Jewish plague. It was this growing hatred and fascination that made him desire this tempting Jew.
Green eyes were staring back at him, accusingly, angry and full of hatred. And Herr Cartman was turned on by that piercing look. He placed his large hand behind Kyle's head and pulled him to his face, kissing him passionately. He moaned when he tasted himself in the Jew's mouth. He kissed wildly, ardently, never feeling close enough to the damn Jew. His tongue explored his mouth with no restrictions and was satisfied to find no resistance. He broke the kiss, bit softly Kyle's under lip, exhilarated by the boy's warm breath on his face. His tongue traveled on the Jew's skin under the chin and on the neck. Kyle pulled his head slightly back and released a shaky breath. Herr Cartman smirked. He nib the Jew's earlobe with some force and Kyle released a small yell of protest. They locked their gazes. Green eyes were dark of anger. Or was it lust?
Herr Cartman grinned maliciously, already feeling his blood run wild under his skin. He possessively wrapped his arms around the slender body and guided Kyle backwards, until they collided with the desk. He then pushed him up, so the Jew was sitting on it. He pressed his lips roughly against the flushed ones several times to afterwards plant hungry wet kisses down the neck and to the collarbone. He unbuttoned Kyle's shirt meanwhile and opened it enough to find a nipple. The Jew released a pained yell as Herr Cartman viciously sucked it until the metallic taste of blood would reach his mouth. He covered Kyle under his saliva and bit his skin here and there, originating small cries and curses. The redhead was by now practically bare chested, hair tousled, face flushed, breathing fast and heavily.
"Ah, You like this, don't you, meh little Jew?" Herr Cartman whispered in Kyle's ear, making him shiver from unbearable confusing pleasure.
If a while ago Kyle felt humiliated and disgusted by the fat Nazi's sexual treatment, he was now feeling absolutely intoxicated by the brunette. The way he kissed him, voraciously; the way his lips and tongue traveled on his skin, roughly; the way his hands held him, dominating. It was all totally driving him insane. Kyle cursed under his breath for this feeling so good that he didn't want the fat Nazi to stop. That he didn't want this to end. He didn't answer the SS's smug question, he was too breathless and too overwhelmed by pleasure to produce any word. As dominant and low-graded as meh little Jew sounded, it completely turned him on. There was only one answer he could give his harasser, and that was by burying one hand on the brown hair, digging his other hand in the Nazi's skin and kiss him madly.
Hands traveled everywhere, clumsily, experienced, greedily and impatiently. Small soft moans were uttered under the hasted hot breath and saliva. Herr Cartman was a bit surprised when Kyle started unbuttoning his uniform with shaky clumsy fingers. He allowed the boy to undress his jacket. The Nazi pressed his lips on the boy's neck, sucking his skin and presenting him with another hicky. Kyle released what could only be a painful scream and cursed before kissing the triumphant grin off Herr Cartman's face. Kyle felt the larger body press him down so he was forced to lay down on the desk.
"Aww!" Kyle screamed and pushed himself up in a flash. Herr Cartman startled and instinctively backed. But then he saw the Jew get the inkpot from under his back and place it on the desk's far end, cursing under his breath and looking infuriated at the object. He checked for other objects before laying down with his back on the wood.
There was a moment of contemplative silence. Kyle was lying naked his waist up and looked at the Nazi's eyes. Herr Cartman saw the fear in them, mixed with the fire of temptation. The fat Nazi knew this had nothing to do with the contract anymore. This was more than he could ever wish for. Kyle was inviting him to explore more of his body by free will. The boy looked expectant and grew shy under the other's stare. Herr Cartman smiled as the Jew's rosy cheeks became redder and bended over to gently kiss them, then the nose and then his lips. He felt the gasp of satisfaction escape the redhead's lips and grinned. He stood up and proceeded in removing Kyle's pants. His eyes flashed of pure contentment when he saw Kyle was as hard as him.
"You little whore!" He said in a malicious grin, while his fingers caressed the circumcised length. Kyle breathed loudly, his eyes never leaving the brown ones. "I guess I'm the one that's going to give you the satisfaction."
The Jew actually drew a slight shy smile at the comment and Herr Cartman sensed he was nervous. Although Kyle looked excited and expectant, he also looked vulnerable and virginal. And this was the moment he decided he could not hold it anymore. He grabbed the flask he had brought earlier, put some moistly balm on his finger and penetrated it on the Jew's ass. Kyle released a small grunt, the feeling being awkward and unpleasant. But he bore with it and soon a second finger entered his warm body. He groaned afflicted, his hole tight and needing to be stretched to receive the Nazi's thick erection. Herr Cartman licked his lips while moving his fingers inside the boy, enjoying the way it made Kyle uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. After a while, he took both fingers out, and applied the gel on his penis. Ready or not. He thought while he inserted his hardened erection slowly all the way up the Jew's body, causing a painful cry.
He thrust several times, not gently but roughly, voraciously, hungrily. Kyle cried out each time Herr Cartman's dick would hit his prostate. The redhead threw his head back and shut his eyes tight, his voice echoing strangely in his ears. The pain felt horribly great. It produced waves of unexplainable pleasure. After a while, Herr Cartman grabbed the Jew's body and forced him to a sitting position. Their mouths met again, tongues moving greedily, the kisses wet and breathless. Kyle was frustrated with the Nazi shirt's material that stood in the way between their skins. His fingers were shaking too much to unbutton the Herr Cartman's shirt and he groaned upset.
"Oh, get that godforsaken thing off!" He complained between his breath intakes and Herr Cartman couldn't help and let out a small laughter.
"You're a crazy Jew, did you know that?" The SS officer said while he easily removed his last piece of clothing.
They moaned together when their chests met, their skins sweating against each other. It was wild, animalistic amazing sex. Biting, cursing, grating and pleading. Herr Cartman was close to his release and pounded faster and harder inside the tight warmness of the Jew. Kyle's voice was becoming hoarse from all the groaning and moaning that each banging caused. He was jumping on top of the desk from the violent pounding (papers and other objects had meanwhile fallen and were all scattered on the floor) also in the verge of coming. Herr Cartman, sensing the climax was reaching them, guided Kyle to lay down on the desk again. The Jew looked absolutely beautiful, all spread for him, face flushed, curls glued to his forehead, eyelashes touching his rosy cheeks and lips departed, breathing heavily and producing the most sensual sounds. The fat Nazi supported his hands on the slender hips and shoved his erection all the way up with brutality. He moved cruelly in and out of the Jew's body with such violence, he was sure Kyle would bleed. But it was all worthy. Because the red haired boy was moaning more desperate by the minute. Suddenly there was a loud cry and Herr Cartman witnessed with great triumph the Jew's body spasm and an overload of cum was jerked in the air. He saw the smile of pleasurable contentment draw on the redhead's face. He could feel his own release in the edge and pounded another several times, until he grunted fervently and filled the Jew's ass with his cum.
"Awwww! Fuck!" Herr Cartman cursed at his climax. He remained standing, supporting himself against the desk with trembling legs. He panted fast and bended over to look at the face of his sex partner. There was a lazy happy smile on Kyle's face. "You fucking enjoyed this too." He said and Kyle smiled sincerely.
"Was great." The Jew said in a low voice, sounding pleased and embarrassed at the same time. Herr Cartman smiled genuinely, feeling proud for his achievement. If he was great, than Kyle was awesome. There was no way he would let this little tempting Jew slip away from him. Ever.