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Title: (1/1) Forced into the Background
Author: Arukas
Disclaimer: These characters, and all of South Park, belong to Matt Stone & Trey Parker and all others that they have given the rights to. Obviously, I am not one of those people… No profit was or shall ever be gained from this story.
Series: South Park
Summary: For better or for worst, Kenny has been shoved into the background. No one even notices when he goes missing any more. One student has taken pity on him, or is that “advantage of him?” This is up to Stan to decide.
Warnings for this chapter: language, anal, dubious consent, bathroom sex, sex in school, oral sex, breath-play, watersports (mentioned), abuse, 3some, >18, m/m/m, unprotected sex, prostitution, minor amounts of blood
Rating for this chapter: NC-17
Background: I found it rather strange that Kenny makes few appearances in the show after he came back from his “Syphilis” death. And when he does, he just sits quietly in the background without associating with anyone. He’s missed lunch time on occasion, but would still be shown in class. I went through a period similar to that myself and got an idea. Thus, the story was created.
Word Count: 4,542
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Stan was just walking off of school grounds after a long football practice. He was exhausted; he was tired; he was sore; but mostly, he was just ready to plop into bed for the entire weekend so that his muscles would stop burning every time he so much as breathed. He didn’t see the black figure at the end of the alley that he took for the shortcut to get home until it spoke.
“Hey there, Raven.”
The football player jumped back, startled. He clutched his chest and chuckled embarrassedly when the long haired Goth stepped more clearly into view. “Jesus, Red… Scared me half to death.”
The boy shook his hair out of his face as he walked circles around the youngest Marsh, sizing him up. “Yes, you wish I had that power over you I’m sure. Such a conformist idea – a superstition thrown about as uselessly as a greeting to an acquaintance on the street.” He stopped behind his peer and pushed the blue hat up just enough so that it’d fall off on its own. “I have a proposition for you,” he said smoothly as he caught the -poof-ball hat in his other hand and twirled it on his finger. “A poor lad is in need of some help, but is too stubborn to accept handouts without being able to give something in return.” He started to walk off back towards where he originally started in the alley, then looked back over his shoulder. “Interested?”
The black haired boy shuddered when the finger brushed against the back of his head. He was only half listening since he was too busy debating in his mind about what that shudder meant and if he should just grab the hat right back. Before he even realized it, the Red Goth was already a few steps away and looking back at him with his one visible eye. “Um…. Sur-wait. Who is it? What am I doing?” He trotted a bit to catch up with the older classmate.
Red placed the hat on top of his head so that he could fish out a cigarette and light it with both hands as he turned around and started walking backwards. He didn’t answer at first, and smiled inwardly to himself as he saw how it was starting to frustrate the ex-goth. Stan was always too passionate to be a Goth; more of an emo if you want to get into those conformist labels. He took another deep drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke upwards before answering. “I’m sworn to secrecy, sorry. I just need a yes or no from you. Does it matter? Little goodie two shoes should be jumping at the chance to help anyone.”
Stan’s eye twitched as he grew more annoyed with his short-timed friend. He went to grab for his hat so he could storm off but the older boy ducked to the side with minimal effort to evade each attempted swipe; puffing away at his cigarette as if nothing was happening. “Give me my goddamned hat! What the fuck do you need my help for anyways? You only think about your stupid little clique and how to annoy the fuck out of everyone!” Stan yelped as he went for one finally grab and instead smashed his knuckles against a metal pole where the evading Goth was just standing.
The elusive, black clad boy was sitting atop of a small stack of crates that he was able to jump up onto. He had his left knee pulled up towards him and the right one dangling downwards. The boy sighed and threw Stan his hat back as he stamped out his finished cig. “My stupid little clique was the only group to take you in when everyone ELSE abandoned you, and then YOU abandoned us. And your misunderstandings don’t even end there: I’m the one providing the help. I’m just trying to get more help for him. If you don’t want to, it’s fine. If you do, meet me outside of the back boy’s bathroom Monday at lunch – alone – and bring some extra food with you.” And with that, he leaned backwards into the dark and was gone without a sound.
Marsh looked back behind the crates but couldn’t find a trace of him. “Creeper,” he mumbled under his breath as he continued to walk through the rest of the alley. He made a mental note to avoid dark shortcuts from now on. But the conversation still kept eating away at him. Who the hell needs help at lunch time anyways?
-~-~-~*MONDAY*~-~-~-
Stan was muttering incoherently to himself as he walked down the hallway towards the hardly used bathrooms in the back of the school. Why was he doing this? He had to lie to his friends to get away from them at lunch. Had to lie to his mother about why he found it necessary to pack a double lunch. And for what? Probably just to get punk’d by a bunch of kids that have some irrational vendetta against him for some reason or another. Was Trent out of juvie? He very well could have put Red up to this. That’d explain the secrecy part. The football player was so lost in thought that he walked straight into the Goth boy. He tried to apologize but the taller boy signaled for him to be quiet as he rapped on the door 3 times.
They walked in without a word and as soon as the door squeaked itself shut 3 knocks replied back from the farthest bathroom stall. Red locked the bathroom door shut (Stan didn’t even realize the bathrooms HAD locks on the doors) and knocked once more. Then there was more silence. Stan was just about tired of all these silence games that the Goths play and was going to let him know it when the older boy finally said something.
“Okay, come out already.”
Stan saw a tuff of blonde hair poke out from the slowly opening stall before the door slammed shut again. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What the hell is going on, Red… What the fuck did you do?”
“I didn’t do any- fuck… hold on.” Red walked over and tapped on the stall door with the back of his hand. “Come on, I got him for you and now he’s going to kick my ass if you don’t tell him what’s going on.”
“Damn straight I’m going to kick your ass!”
“Fuck you! Stop it with your fucking, pussy-assed, damn guilt trips ya fucking faggot-loving vampire-wannabe! I said don’t bring in those two and you brought one of them! Never again! Go away!” came the reply from behind the door.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew he heard that voice before. It was familiar but yet… different.
“Goodbye, you guys.”
“Oh my god, Kenny?!” Stan pushed the Goth out of the way and peeked in through the crack of the door. “What the hell man; what did he do to you?!”
The sound of the lock sliding out of place clicked just before the door opened. Kenny stood there looking at his feet, cheeks fire truck red. His parka, shirt, and pants were hung up on the hook of the stall door which left him in just his boxers, socks, and shoes. “He didn’t do anything to me, Stan… Well… not what you think. It’s just that… Well…” Kenny peered up through his dangling bangs at the black figure leaning against the far wall. “I hate you so much, emo fag.”
The Goth shrugged his shoulders. “You said don’t bring “those two,” but I only brought one… I listened… If I don’t keep it exciting, you don’t get to eat, remember?”
Stan looked from one to the other, still not quite understanding what was going on. Kenny had his head turned away and was turning even more crimson in the cheeks. He reached for his shoulder, but the blonde pulled back away from him.
Red set his lunch bag in the sink and opened it up. “We don’t have the luxury of time to be pussyfooting around the subject. Raven, did you not notice one of your best friends disappearing almost every day at about this time? It’s been this way for a while now, you know… When Eric decided to become a pirate? When Kyle was preaching on the mound about credit cards being nothing but plastic? When you all went to testify in court? Was someone missing?”
The football player opened his mouth to deny it, but shut it again. He honestly couldn’t remember… Surely Kenny was there? At least a few times right? He never missed school... Right? There was that one time… !!! Stan gasped, realization striking him. Kenny has only shown up in the cafeteria maybe once a week. But he was always around before and after that. He’s just been so quiet that- That what? He forgot that he even existed? The black haired young man shook his head in denial as he watched the boy with the red dye in his hair pull out a ham sandwich to set on the edge of the sink.
“I’m so freaking shocked…” the oldest boy drawled as he rolled his eyes. “With the economy going south, his parents stopped giving him lunch every day. I saw him hanging out back of the school near my stupid little clique’s hang out and we offered to share with him. But his pride wouldn’t let him. He stumbled upon me cutting class and jerking off in the bathroom. That’s when it started. Hand jobs and blow jobs at first, but then I started getting bored and don’t give me that disgusted look, conformist,” Red said moving from one sentence to the next without pause.
Stan was backing up to the door, horror sketched all over his face. How could someone talk so nonchalantly about all of this? Neglect, starvation, sex, prostitution? And it was one of his best friends that was the subject matter. He glanced over at Kenny who looked like he was about to cry.
“Yeah, way to go. Now he’s so embarrassed he might just off himself. Way to go, Marsh. If you’re not going to help, then just leave. Or do you want to be a part of his starvation problem, too?” Red flipped his hair for the ump-teenth time since Stan ran into him.
“What… what do I do?”
“Nothing. He makes you come, he gets fed. Whatever you think he deserves, you give him. Best fucking load of your life? Throw him a sandwich. Too quick? Toss some chips on the floor. Too long? Piss on the damn shit and shove it down his mouth. Just alright? Make him lick it off your cock. Too-”
“Woah woah woah woah woah… woah… What was that?” Stan interrupted.
“Make him lick it off your cock?”
“Before that.”
“Toss some chips on the floor?”
Stan growled, “you know which one I mean.”
The Goth smirked as he moved closer to Stan, backing him up until he was pinned against the wall. “What, piss on it? It’s something extra, he’s THANKFUL for anything you put into him. Its survival, baby. Ever gone a month with just 3 meals? You start to put anything in your stomach to keep it stretched enough so that you don’t get sick when you DO get food. But this is the game. He serves, we reward. Just play it this once and see if you want to try your hand at it again. I like to add on little interesting twists now. Before when it was new and exciting he’d barely have to touch me,” Red said as he stroked between Stan’s legs,” and I’d shoot cum all over him. And he’d just lap it all up and beg for more. Who am I to say no? Who am I to deny a poor creature stuck in a world of self-induced isolation because he can’t fit into your conformist little box called ‘school life?’?”
If there was any more room to go backwards, Stan would have pulled away. Really, he would have. This was disgusting and wrong on so many levels without factoring in all the gayness. Kenny was right; Red needs to knock it off with all these guilt trips. It’s not like HE is the one starving him! That’s his parents’ job and his own damn stubbornness. He looked over at Kenny and frowned at all the bones poking out from under the skin. He sighed. He probably would be the same way if his dad was an alcoholic and his family was poor. “Okay,” the black haired male says as he turns back to face the molesting Goth.
“May I make it more interesting?”
“I don’t care, let’s just hurry up.”
“Hurry up? A fine idea, Raven. Yes, let’s. Kenny, you’re on a time limit with this one.” And without warning Red grabs onto Stan’s throat and picks him up just slightly off the floor. He puts enough pressure to make his body go mostly limp. “Hurry up and make him cum before he passes out… or you know…dies.”
The blue hat falls to the floor as Stan shakes his head and claws at the firm, well manicured, hand that is gripping him. Escape really is futile. How a football player is loosing to gothic punk in a match of strength is a mystery to him, yet here it is. By the time he gives up his pants and briefs have been pulled down to his ankles. He’s already slightly hard from the fondling before, so it takes no time for Kenny to tug it up to full attention. Stan gasps, as much as can happen in the situation, as the warm, moist, suction wraps around the silken head of his cock. He faintly hears something like scolding, but can’t make it out. It’s too hard to think… or listen… or see…
“He’s going pretty quick, Ken doll. I think he already is starting to lose consciousness.” Red lightens his grip so that a little bit of air can be drawn in. Stan’s eyelids flutter slightly as he tries to stay awake for Kenny. The older boy nips at the underside of Stan’s chin as he rubs himself through his pants with his free hand.
Kenny has his eyes closed tightly in concentration. There are two things Kenny is good at: acting and sex. They’re kind of one and the same really. Red needs a fight and Stan needs a damsel. It takes talent to be both at the same time. And the great sex? Well that’s how he keeps himself fed enough not to have ever died of starvation. The blonde’s lips become plumper and redder from the friction of the thick cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He glances up with one eye open and notices that Stan is wavering, so he doubles his efforts. The 6” cock slips out of his mouth with a loud pop and rubs against his right cheek and the owner’s clothed stomach as he sucks at the underside.
Stan arches his back and moans. The pressure is getting too great for him; almost on the side of painful when it disappears just to come back again – only this time around his entire cock. The head is constricted by something tight, but so is the base. He’s too lightheaded from the limited amount of air being allowed into his lungs that he can’t figure it out besides that fact that it’s the best feeling he’s ever experienced. His sight starts coming into focus along with his hearing. He can feel that he’s almost at his limit when he realizes that the hand around his throat is gone and that he’s leaning against Red for support. He can hear Red’s nonsensical dirty talk now, but most importantly he can see the blonde who is deep throating him completely and not coming up for air any time soon. “K…Kenny?” And the blonde looks up, which just makes Stan completely loose it. With a grunt, the footballer’s cum gushes straight down Kenny’s throat which constricts more tightly as he swallows every last spurt.
Red moves aside, letting Stan slide down the wall to sit on the floor with a thump. He throws the sandwich down onto his lap, but the jock just stares at it absent-mindedly. Kenny gets onto all fours and eats it right where it lies. The Goth looks at the clock. They wasted so much time with introductions, but that little blowjob barely took 3 minutes. Still though, not enough time to do everything he wanted. He wanted so bad to get to fuck his lost little Raven’s ass… But Kenny’s will just have to do.
Kenny was on his last mouthful of bread when he felt something hard, warm, and slick being pressed against his ass. His boxers have been pulled to the side to allow the access and, as part of the agreement, he must be completely prepared before Red comes. So it’s not like he needed stretched or anything. But damn it! Is it so much to ask for a little warning?! Not like it is surprise buttsex, he knew it was coming eventually, but a little “hey, don’t choke! I’m gonna put it in now!” would be appreciated. The blonde boy swallows down the mouthful of bread as he starts to get fucked over by his lunchtime "friend." The boy arches his back when Red grabs his hips so that he’s pulled up to stand on his knees. In this position he turns into a puddle of goo from his prostate being stroked against with thrust. And that’s just how the Goth likes him.
Stan is starting to come out of his orgasmic daze, to be greeted by an even sexier sight than what put him there in the first place. He kicked off his pants and reached into the pocket. “Hold him still for a second, Red.” The Goth obliges as Stan pulls out a knife. Getting the wrong idea, he covers up Kenny’s mouth as Stan brings the knife closer. The blonde’s eyes get huge as the thought hits him too. He tenses up as his friend cuts away his boxers, uncovering his dripping erection. He relaxes as the football player puts the knife away. The Goth pouts a bit, let down when he realized there was going to be no knife play. Maybe next time. Or…
“Hey, Raven. You know you’re not the first to be invited here right?”
“Yeah,” he answered half-heartedly as he watched the erection bob up and down as Red goes back to fucking Kenny.
“Well, usually everyone that comes leaves a bit of a…. memento if you will. See, here’s a piercing from Craig,” he says to get Stan to look up. And wouldn’t you know it: nipple ring. Red goes through each little marking as he starts to thrust harder into the malnourished classmate.
“What about this one?” Stan rubs his thumb against a small circle on Kenny’s hip. When Red doesn’t answer right away he reaches over to rub his fingers down the cock in front of him. No trace of pubic hair, he must wax or shave or something. Now, Stan Marsh is not gay by any means. But he can appreciate a fine piece of body – especially when that body has just got done servicing him.
“Mole,” said Kenny.
Stan looked up, slightly confused. It didn’t look like a mole… Kenny nearly screamed when the oldest one of the group snapped his hips sharply and held him into place.
“Say it right…”
The blonde panted as he looked unfocusedly through his messed up hair at Stan. It took him a while to find the words. “It was Christophe… The mole.” He stopped to moan. “They ran into each other and decided to use me as an ashtray in exchange for lunch money. But… mmmm… he ended up burning me with one that wasn’t quite out. And… And…” He went back to panting, apparently having run out of words.
Stan was kind of disgusted at the idea of the abuse and didn’t know how anyone could do such a thing to poor little Kenny. But then when he got his hand covered in jizz he had to wonder how he could jack off a classmate while they were talking about being abused. He thought to himself, ‘sick, dude,’ as he raised his hand to look at the gobs of white. But he didn’t have long to look at it. Almost as soon as Kenny had cum he was pushing Stan over and mounting him. When did he get hard enough to be able to be stuck up inside of the blonde? Apparently the Goth came because it was pretty slick inside. With a clear head, Stan would have thought that was disgusting. But when you’re balls-deep inside a sexy blonde you kind of forget those hygienic little things. The football player shuddered and dug his fingernails into Kenny’s hips.
Blood trickled down in small droplets, which Red eagerly licked up. Not exactly the blood-letting that he was planning, but it would do. He licked his lips as he reached into Stan’s lunchbox and fished out some strawberries. How conformistly sensual… He shrugged and moved around to the other side of the screwing pair so that Kenny would be facing him. He fed the giant, juicy berries to the impoverished youth as he rode South Park’s best football player. The gothic boy leaned in and lapped up any juice that would run out of the corners of the blonde’s mouth. A few times he even had to lean down and lick the droplets from Stan’s chest (when did his shirt come off?).
Stan must have been really getting into the mood, because a few times he would lick at his gothic friend’s length when it was in reach. ‘Interesting,’ the oldest youth thought to himself as he pulled off the last bit of his garments. Looking at the clock he decided it was now or never. He went back to the other side of Kenny and retrieved his tube of lubrication. He squeezed a generous amount onto his cock, then squeeze a bit more onto his fingers.
If Kenny wasn’t on top of him, Stan probably would have jumped to the ceiling when he felt the cold goop touch his pucker. “What the fuck is that?!” he demanded, trying to peer around Kenny who is still having a wonderful time bouncing on his friend’s thick cock.
“Just relax; giving and receiving at the same time is probably the best sex you’ll ever have. Trust me, Raven. I wouldn’t hurt you like you and the world has hurt me so many times…”
The athlete just gave a hiss in reply as a slick finger slid surprisingly easily up inside of him. It was so easy, that the jerk that started his whole mess decided to put in a second one without waiting for him to adjust to the first. He couldn’t even tell if a third one got in or not, he just knew it hurt and was uncomfortable. So instead he focused as much as he could on the tightness enveloping him instead.
Kenny could tell Stan was uncomfortable right now. He leaned down and started kissing his lips gently. When the black haired boy relaxed he allowed his tongue some action too. He swallowed up Stan’s gasps of pleasure. After being on the receiving end so much, Kenny knew that Red had found the ex-goth’s prostate. The blonde pulled back slightly. “It’s gonna feel so good, believe me. Red knows what he’s doing. Just fuck me as hard as you can and he’ll do the rest for you.”
Red was pulling air in through his teeth. He knew Stan was a virgin, but his hole was ridiculously tight even for that! The Goth pushed himself in slowly, following the rhythm that Stan had set up with Kenny. It was slightly awkward, but allowed plenty of time for Stan to get used to the new sensation. He was able to get to the prostate a few times, but not enough in Red’s opinion for it to be a good first experience. “I’m going to try something else with you, Raven. Alright? I’ll fuck you properly another time.”
Stan couldn’t quite find the words, so he just nodded. It wasn’t that it hurt so much as it just wasn’t comfortable. Maybe another position would have been better, but Stan Marsh would not move Kenny from his cock for a second right now to even try. It was tight, it was wonderful, and…it was getting tighter?
The blonde threw his head back and moaned throatily as a second cock was thrust inside of him. He’s only done this maybe 3 times before. It felt amazing to be so full; to have two cocks working in and out of you. First they were alternating, and then moving together, then alternating the other way. Kenny knew it had to have been Red that was controlling the pace so well, but he could care less who was in him right now. He turned his head to kiss the Goth over his shoulder, their tongues danced together, mimicking the motion of their hips.
But the jock was no one to be ignored. He took Kenny’s chin in his hand and pulled him towards his own face. He kissed him passionately as his hip movements became more erratic. Not to be out done, Red pressed his chest tightly against Kenny’s back, hugging him around his waist for balance. The three males were just a giant lump of sex, humping this way and that until finally collapsing in on itself like an improperly baked soufflé.
They broke apart slowly from one another and reluctantly cleaned themselves up. As they redressed they stuffed their mouths full of food from the two nearly full lunchboxes. Since they still have a few minutes before lunch period was over, they went their separate directions to inconspicuously all get back to the lunch room. Red rejoined his clique, who was smoking by the door. Next, Kenny slipped himself into an empty seat at some random table where the people were all talking to one another. He pulled an extra strawberry out of his parka and smiled before he ate it slowly, knowing it might be the last thing he ate until his next meeting with the kinky Goth. Finally Stan walked in, causing a big hoopla from his friends demanding to know where he’s been. He tried to play it off, but they kept at him.
“What about, Kenny?!” he exclaimed desperately.
Kenny narrowed his eyes at the jock.
“What about him?” asked Kyle. “He’s been here the entire time, right Kenny?”
Kenny smiled behind his slightly opened parka as he licked the last remains of juice from his fingertips. Then replied in his slightly muffled voice, “yeah, I’ve been forced into the background this entire time.”
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