Kyle's day started off the same way it always did.
His alarm clock went off at 7:00 AM, he reluctantly pulled himself out of bed, walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, then went back to his room to get dressed. But when he went downstairs to eat breakfast, he noticed that his mother wasn't home. His father was at work, like usual, but his mom should've been here to greet him. Instead, he saw a table with some cash on it, and a note saying:
Went to the store! Here's extra lunch money!
-mom
Dammit Mom, seriously? Kyle thought to himself. With that, he pocketed the cash, grabbed his backpack, donned his favorite green ushanka hat, and left the house. All there was to do now was to wait by the road for the bus. As the young boy waited, he daydreamed about what to do at Recess with Stan. He was extremely grateful he still had Stan. Kenny was gone, and Cartman wasn't exactly a friend, even if they did hang out often. Essentially, Stan was the only real friend he had left.
Kyle was shaken out of his thoughts when he saw a van park right in front of him.
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Stan waited by the road for the bus. Usually, he did so with Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. But now Kenny was gone. And while Kyle should've been here...he curiously wasn't. "Hey, where's Kyle?", he asked Cartman. "Shouldn't you know? You're his butt-buddy."
Stan shot him an annoyed look. "I dunno. Probably off spinning the driedel somewhere, if you know what I mean.", Cartman said, snickering. Stan groaned, "Whatever."
Then Stan's mind went to a very bad place as he remembered the news story his parents were talking about at dinner a few nights ago. What if he got kidnapped? Eight kids went missing in Colorado the past two months alone. Seven of them were found dead! What if whoever's behind it took him? No, he's probably just sick or something. I'll find out later, Stan thought.
Finally, the bus arrived. When Stan and Cartman got on, they were greeted by Tweek. "H-hey guys! Where's Kyle?", he said, twitching. "We don't know. He might've gotten sick or something.", Stan answered. "Oh Shit! W-what if it's the kidnappers that they're talking about on the news?! He could be in danger!", Tweek said. Cartman replied, "Ha! That'd be nice, but I don't think we'll get so lucky. Stan's right, he's probably just got Jew Fever or some shit." I hope you're right, Stan thought.
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Sheila got a call from the school. "Hello?", she said into the phone. "Hello, is this Kyle Broflovski's mother?", a voice asked on the other end. "Yes. What's this about?", she said. "Kyle's not here today, mmkay? We're upset that you didn't notify the school that he wouldn't be coming today, mmkay?"
Sheila's stomach dropped. "Wait, Kyle's not at school?"
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Stan and Cartman were interrupted during their conversation at lunch when Craig walked up to them. "Hey Stan. I need to speak with you for a minute.", he said, bluntly. "You stay put.", he said, looking at Eric. "Shit, fine by me.", Cartman responded.
Craig dragged Stan to the other side of the cafeteria where Tweek was sitting. "Oh Jesus! This is bad! This is REALLY bad!" Tweek said things like that often, but nonetheless, Stan took it seriously this time. "Well shit guys, what's the matter?", Stan asked them. Craig answered, "I overheard chatter in the Principal's office. Apparently, Kyle's mom doesn't know where Kyle is, either. Basically, Kyle's MIA. I normally wouldn't think too much of this, but with all those murdered kids over the past two months, he could very well be in a world of shit."
Stan looked down at the floor, his heart sinking down into his stomach. "Or maybe he just ran off to San Diego to masturbate in public. Hell if I know." With that, Craig turned around and walked away, Tweek following close behind him. "Oh man, Kyle's so FUCKED, dude!", Tweek said. "Yeah, probably.", Craig replied.
Stan began to hyperventaliate. Without thinking, he ran straight to the boys bathroom in the cafeteria. Thankfully, no one seemed to currently be in there to witness his panic attack.
No, no no no no no no no! he thought as he struggled to breathe. Craig's just fucking with me! He's gotta be! There's no way this is fucking real...
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Kyle was awoken by a painful jab in the ribs and the sound of a man saying, "Wakey wakey, little fish."
He awoke to a cloth gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. For a split second, Kyle was calm and confused, then his brain replayed the last thing he remembered: Waiting for the bus, seeing the van park, getting stunned, and seeing a hand reach out for him.
Kyle's heart jumped into his throat, and he began to kick and thrash at whoever his kidnapper was. "Shit! He's acting up, come help me out.", the stranger said. Seconds later, Kyle felt a hard punch to the face, causing him to yelp and cease thrashing. "The more you struggle, the more we're gonna have to hurt you. Settle the fuck down.", Kyle heard another voice say.
Kyle felt one pair of hands carry him by his feet, and another carry him by his torso. He still jerked around some, but the threat that one of the men made was enough to deter him, some. Occasionally, he would be set down and restrained by just one of the men, while he heard the other unlock a door for them to proceed.
Finally, his gag and blindfold were removed, and he finally saw what his kidnappers looked like. Both of the men were bald, but one of them had a swastika tattoo on his arm and the other had a scar across his face. He turned around and saw that they were inside a somewhat large room. A room with sound-proof walls, some chairs, a king-sized bed...and blood stains on the floor.
"No...", Kyle whimpered in a quiet voice as he darted towards the door, hyperventilating. He had been paying attention to those news stories, too. He knew that children had been getting kidnapped and murdered over the last two months, and by the looks of things, he was next.
He was stopped when Swastika guy grabbed him and restrained him. "No! Let go!", Kyle begged. "First things first,", Scar guy said as he walked up to the restrained boy and grabbed his hat off his head. "Hey! Give that back, asshole!", Kyle demanded, defiantly, only to be met with a hard smack across the face. "I really don't recommend pissing us off, honey.", Scar guy said as he tossed Kyle's favorite hat aside as if it were worthless.
Kyle tried his best to remain strong, but his quick, deep breathes gave him away, and excited his captors. It was always fun when they got to play with a new toy.
Swastika guy aggressively began tearing off Kyle's jacket, then ripping his t-shirt off of his torso without hesitation, further confirming another fear the boy had. Kyle was not a stupid kid, he knew how the world worked.
It wasn't enough that they were going to kill him. They wanted to do other things to him, first.
The two men briefly stopped to take a look at their new pet. All children were sexy, but redheads were their absolute favorite. So far, this one was ticking all the correct boxes. Pale, with freckles all over his body and face, wild, messy ginger hair, green eyes similar to an emerald, and even an attitude that struck a good balance between trying to fein toughness but was clearly terrified. Just the way they liked it.
They couldn't wait any longer. They had to see what the full package looked like. After one of the men sent the non-verbal cue to the other, they laid the boy down to the ground, and prepared to strip the rest of his clothes off. As Swastika guy held his arms so he couldn't flail them around, Scar Guy pulled off Kyle's shoes and socks, and began to un-button his pants.
But Kyle wasn't ready to give up, yet. "NO! GET OFF ME!", he shrieked as he violently kicked at his kidnapper. "ARGH!", Scar Guy yelled after Kyle kicked his finger. Without hesitation, Swastika Guy grabbed Kyle's finger and twisted it, causing him to scream and cease fighting.
"Ah, fuck! I think he broke it, man.", Scar Guy said. "Shit, consider that debt paid.", Swastika Guy replied, smirking down at the boy.
After leaving the room for a few seconds, Scar Guy returned...with a loaded handgun. Kyle's eyes widened as he whimpered some more. After showing the gun off to the helpless boy, Swastika Guy took over the job of removing Kyle's pants. "No! Please don't do this!", Kyle begged, but he was too afraid to keep fighting, now.
Now Kyle was clad in nothing but his underwear. "Now, we have something else, don't we?", Scar Guy said, pointing the gun down at the boy's underwear. Kyle's hands immediately shot down to cover himself. "NO! No no no no, please please!", Kyle begged, but to no avail. After he finished savoring the moment for a few seconds, Swastika guy pulled off Kyle's last article of clothing.
The boy was more beautiful than the two men could ever even imagine, and they had a pretty good frame of reference considering the eight examples they had to compare him two over the past two months.
Kyle's face burned red as the two bullies stared at him. All of him.
"Here's where the fun really begins, sweetheart.", Swastika Guy said as he began to undo his pants. Kyle wanted to run for the door. He never wanted to do anything in his life as much as he wanted to run for that door, but he knew he couldn't outrun a bullet.
As Swastika Guy walked towards him with his dick out, he said, "I'm only gonna warn you once: You even THINK of using those fucking teeth, you're gonna wake up tomorrow morning without em'."
After a few minutes had passed, Swastika Guy finally came, and Kyle aggressively spit as much of his semen out as he possibly could. "Argh! Stupid BITCH! Look at the mess you made! Next time, you swallow ALL of it, or you're gonna get your fucking tongue cut out.", Swastika Guy yelled.
Scar Guy sadistically grinned. "I dunno, I think he did fine enough. He deserves a little treat. I'm gonna give it to him." With that, he grabbed Kyle, threw him onto the bed, and without hesitation, began to suck on the boy's penis.
It took some time, but he managed to get it erect through sheer physical stimulation, then kept going. "No. Stop. Please...just stop...", Kyle pleaded.
Finally, the boy came, and Scar Guy happily gulped it down. "Ah! All that sweet juice! All for me.", he said while Kyle panted on the bed.
Scar Guy continued, "Ha! You look like you enjoyed that. Now, it's MY turn..."
With that, he flipped the boy over, and eagerly prepared for the moment he'd been waiting for ever since he first laid eyes on him.
"No...no!...", Kyle begged.
Scar Guy finally rammed his dick in the boy's ass, causing him to scream and cry. "Cutie like you was a lucky find...", Swastika Guy said as he watched. "This belongs to us, now.", Scar Guy said proudly as he grabbed Kyle's ass.
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Kyle truly was a beauty. His parents had crafted a wonderful little toy for them to play with. Part of them actually kind of wanted to thank them directly for the present they unwittingly gave them.
Eventually, the two men had their fill for the night, and Kyle was naked, covered in semen, cuts, and bruises, and sobbing.
"Shit, what do we do with him, now? We could always sell him to Lagunas.", Swastika Guy said, sarcastically. "Yeah right, even if I wanted to do that, they don't take boys.", Scar Guy responded. "Okay, but seriously, what do you wanna do? You wanna hold onto him a little longer, or should we just slit his throat now, like with the last two?", Swastika Guy asked.
Kyle's gaze turned back towards the door. "Are you fucking kidding? Why would we so soon get rid of this one? I think he's the hottest one I've ever-HEY!", Scar Guy yelled as he saw Kyle run for the door. They gave chase, but ultimately, due to intense exhaustion, Kyle ultimately tripped over his own feet.
"Where do you think you're going, honey?", Scar Guy asked his new pet. "I...I wanna go home...", Kyle said in a weak voice.
"Oh, you are home. You belong to us, and it looks like you will for a very, very long time. Now, why don't we show you your new room?"
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When Kyle's blindfold was removed, he was greeted by a dark room. So dark, he almost couldn't see anything. "You're gonna have a big fucking day tomorrow, so I would recommend getting some rest.", Scar Guy said before shutting the cage door shut and locking it.
Kyle slowly laid down onto the cold floor, and sobbed harder than he ever had before.
"Help me...Please...Anyone...Help me..."