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Training Kyle	By : Tariraritarara Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Training Kyle
- 2-Chapter Two
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Eric strode over to where Kyle lay and knelt down on one knee. "Dirty Jew..." he smirked. "Wow, Kyle, you really got fucked over in the genetic lottery, huh? You're a fucking Jew and a ginger. God must really hate you...but not nearly as much as I hate you." Eric growled, lifting Kyle up by a tuft of red hair.

Kyle merely scowled, pain shooting across his expression as Eric man-handled him. Not this again. How many mornings had he woke up this way? He had stopped counting...

Cartman smiled, watching Kyle struggle under his touch. Without another word he removed his belt and wrapped it around Kyle's throat, tightening it so the leather dug into his pale skin. He smiled as he finished fashioning his belt into a leash before he tightly tied it to a metal eye-hook on the wall, giving Kyle minimal range to move.

Eric smirked with satisfaction as it dawned on Kyle what would be coming next. "Feel honored Kyle, I took out my special riding crop for you." Eric said, an eerie calm to his voice as he began to unzip his pants. In one hand he held his erection, slowly stroking himself, the other hand was tracing small circles on Kyle's flesh. The crop had yet to strike him in a painful manner, but for Kyle, Eric touching him in such a fashion was as equally painful. Eric smirked as he brought the crop down on Kyle's pale back, the leather stinging his flesh. It wasn't hard enough to break his skin, but he would have a welt or two. Kyle cried out, his fingers digging into the cement floor as he choked on his own cries and screams. But the real pain had yet to begin. Eric had so much more in store for red haired Jewboy.

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Kyle woke up with a jolt, fear striking him in his sleep. He quivered and scrambled away, his back finding cool cement bricks. His flesh was clammy and the temperature in the basement was always chilly. He was disoriented and it took him only a few seconds to place his whereabouts. "...no..." he murmured under his breath. It was all very hopeless. Eric was...he was in control. Kyle couldn't deny it or even fight it at this point.

Kyle's eyes shot up to the sound of weight shifting on the couch that was across the room. Kyle licked his lips slightly, not moving. He didn't want to direct the attention to himself. Kyle shivered as he heard the light tapping of leather against cement. He exhaled slowly, listening intently as the sound drew closer.

Eric squatted down in front of Kyle. Reaching forward, his hand wrapping around the back of Kyle's neck, he hauled him forward.

Kyle winced as Eric jerked him closer, pulling him inches from his face. "Cartman?" He asked hesitantly, looking up at Eric's grim features.

"You know, Kyle, you fucking woke me up."

"I...I'm sorry." He mumbled, his head dropping subserviently. Eric closed his eyes and swallowed. Kyle had been giving up more frequently, less of a struggle and it was clear to Eric that Kyle, in just a few short weeks, would be totally trained ready to obey all of Eric's commands without question.

"Sorry isn't going to fucking cut it, Kyle." Eric growled and jerked Kyle to his feet dragging him over to a different wall. Taking the metal cuffs on his wrists, he attached the chain from the ceiling to the cuffs and suspended Kyle off his feet, just so his toes would barely touch the floor and his slender form would be stretched out, skin taut.

Eric chuckled as he selected a wooden paddle that was mounted on the wall. "Kyle...for each time I hit you, I want you to thank me. Do you understand?"

Kyle gasped a little but nodded hoping that if he cooperated, Eric would finish early.

Eric did not hesitate to crack the wooden paddle across Kyle's backside. Kyle cried out biting his lip. "Th-thank you." He cried out in pain. Eric growled letting the paddle bite back into Kyle's flesh.

"Again." He growled. "You don't sound sincere and you know how much I hate that, Kyle, don't you?"

"Ye-yes! I'm sorry. Th-thank you. Thank you, Eric." Kyle spoke up in a slight panic while Eric continued to paddle him.

Eric grinned, letting out all his aggression on Kyle's ass. Kyle sobbed out a 'thank you' after each crack of the paddle against his pale flesh, Kyle's bottom turning a delicious rouge. Every hit of the paddle against Kyle’s poor rear was having predictable effects on Eric. Every hit deepened his growing arousal and when Kyle began to sob, Eric was nearly undone. By the twelfth stroke, Eric decided that Kyle had been appropriately reprimanded.

"Good." He said shortly, running his hand through Kyle's hair. He reached up and unhooked Kyle from the ceiling. Kyle collapsed and Eric watched as he hit the floor curling up on himself. With a sigh, Cartman dragged Kyle to his feet and carried him to the couch, laying him on his side so as to not agitate his sore buttocks. Eric took a seat beside him and idly watched Kyle's shallow breathing while he lay still. Eric reclined against the couch and lit a cigarette watching Kyle, whose gaze flickered up meeting his gaze.

"You'll be fine." Eric said, blowing smoke in Kyle's direction, the murky cloud dissipating just above him. Cartman grinned a little and made a slight gesture, motioning for Kyle to come forward. Kyle's green eyes stilled on Eric for just a moment before he obeyed. Resigning himself, he crawled forward stopping just at Eric's feet.

"Come." Eric ordered sharply, taking another drag of his cigarette. He watched with interest and Kyle pulled himself Between Eric's thighs, eventually resting on his chest. Eric slowly smirked and exhaled the cigarette smoke into Kyle's face, though he was wholly unaffected, being a smoker himself. Eric offered Kyle the cigarette and he hesitated before taking it from Eric and taking a long drag. Eric draped his arm on Kyle's lower back watching him intently.

Kyle sighed, the cigarette being just what he needed to calm his nerves. He offered it back to Eric who casually plucked it from his fingers. Eric's lips tugged upward in a grin watching Kyle laying naked on his stomach. Eric exhaled, turning his head slightly directing the smoke in a direction that did not involve Kyle's face. He grabbed hold of Kyle's shoulder and tightly held him as he brought the cigarette butt down against his pale skin.

Kyle swore, his fingers digging into Eric's chest grabbing the fabric of his shirt, holding it tightly his jaw clenched tight. Kyle choked a little, wanting more than anything to scream. But Eric punished him for screaming, he was better off biting his tongue. Slowly Kyle looked up, his eyes locking with Eric's, silently exchanging something. "Th-thank you." He swallowed, taking slow, deep breaths.

Eric genuinely smiled. "Good...really good."

He let his hand trail down, gently touching Kyle's bruised rear. "Ah, that has to be sore." He murmured with mock sympathy, slowly sliding his fingers against Kyle's ass. Kyle tensed up slightly, before relaxing. Eric slowly probed Kyle, listening to his breath as he held it while he was fingered.

Kyle gasped as Eric pushed two fingers deep inside him, massaging just the right places. Kyle cried out in pleasure, burying his face against Eric's chest, taking deep breaths trying to reign in his normal, silent control. Though Eric had no intention of letting him regain that, now that he had him crying out for him.

With his other hand, Eric unbuckled his pants and slid his boxers down slightly, letting his arousal spring forward, rubbing against Kyle's stomach. Kyle looked to Eric, waiting for instructions. Eric smirked a little. "Mh, C'mere...and uh, sit down." Kyle frowned. He knew how sore he already was, but to reject the order would ultimately be more painful. Kyle sat up and straddled Eric, his erection rubbing against his sore flesh. Kyle gulped slightly, looking around for something.

Eric sighed and reached over to the coffee table grabbing the lube he tossed it up to Kyle. "Go ahead." He grunted and crossed his arms.

Kyle squirted the clear jelly into his hand and glanced up at Eric as he slowly scooted back. Eric slowly quirked a brow in question, ultimately surprised as Kyle's hand wrapped around his arousal, slowly stroking him. Eric closed his eyes, a grin spreading on his lips. "Good." he sighed, letting Kyle massage the liquid onto his cock. "Nnnh." He muttered inaudibly.

Kyle bit his lip, watching Eric recline into the cushions while he was getting stroked, he doubted that he would get whipped before going back to sleep, which was generally a blessing.

Kyle moved forward again, lowering himself on top of Eric, letting his length slowly slide inside of him. Kyle closed his eyes, moving up and down to a slow steady rhythm. Eric's hands clasped on Kyle's hips as he set a slightly faster pace.

Kyle rest his hands over Eric's while he took more of Eric's hard length into him. "God." Kyle breathed, closing his eyes, his own erection rubbing against his flat stomach.

Eric groaned, tightening his grip on Kyle's hips, pulling him down hard. He gasped, closing his eyes tightly as he came inside of Kyle who knew better then to stop right away. Eric took a few deep breaths and opened an eye watching Kyle who slowed his pace.

"Okay?" Kyle asked, licking his lips, hoping to God that Eric had no intention of punishment for him.

Eric paused for a second, but nodded, closing his eyes again. Apparently, that was exactly what he needed before he could go back to sleep. Kyle sighed, exasperated that he wouldn't get a release. But slowly he crawled off of Eric and silently made his way across the large basement and into the shower.

Kyle sighed, closing his eyes as warm water sprayed over his body, washing away semen and other sticky fluids that came along with sex. Though he'd never be able to wash away certain things. Kyle gasped in pain as hot water trickled over his cigarette burn. Eric had permanently marked him...

Kyle paused, holding his hand over his burn, shielding it from the hot water. How long had he been here? Weeks...maybe a month? There would be another month of this and then what? School? Eric would have to let him go right? But...Kyle had a feeling that none of this would be over anytime soon.

Kyle wet a washcloth. Setting it aside for a moment, he turned off the water and grabbed one of the towels that rest just outside the glass stall. He silently toweled himself off, drying as much of his red hair as he could. He hung the towel up and grabbed the wash cloth before walking over to Eric. Kneeling down beside the couch, he took Eric’s now soft cock into his hand wiping it free of lube and semen. Kyle grinned a little, throwing the washcloth across the room so it landed in the shower stall. He'd pick it up later. Kyle glanced at the corner of the room where he normally slept and then glanced at Eric who was now asleep on the couch. He opted for Eric. Climbing up on his chest, Kyle made himself comfortable listening to Eric's slow breathing. Kyle had to admit, Eric was really easy to get comfortable on, what with being a total fat ass. It had its benefits.

***

"Suck me off." Eric ordered as he was eating a bowl of ice cream and channel surfing.

Kyle looked up from the book he was reading and pursed his lips slightly. He set down what he was reading and walked over kneeling down in front of Eric without a word.

Eric grinned a little, but other than that, ignored Kyle's presence. His slender fingers unbuckled Eric's pants, adjusting his boxers as he pulled his semi-arousal out and into his mouth not wasting any time. Eric groaned a little, setting the remote down and resting his hand on Kyle's hair, taking a firm hold guiding him. However he was not willing to part with the ice cream just yet.

Kyle let his tongue massage Eric's length, his head rubbing against the back of Kyle's throat. Eric groaned his approval, pushing Kyle's head down further, his lips surrounding his shaft. Kyle's eyes widened, not fully expecting to have so much down his throat, but he took it in stride. Kyle slid his hand under Eric’s balls, cupping them, he slowly massaged them in his palm. "Fuck." Eric swore, wincing as he came. Kyle skillfully caught Eric’s release in his mouth, his tongue sliding up to his head, swirling a small circle, neatly wiping away anything he may have missed. Kyle let his tongue roam over his arousal for a bit until Eric stroked his cheek.

"Good." Cartman grunted and picked up his bowl of ice cream and resumed eating it. "You know..." he said thoughtfully a short while later. "Next week school starts again."

"Really?" Kyle asked, resting in between Cartman's legs as he buckled his pants back up.

"Yeah." Eric said, taking another bite of 'Caramel Fudgy Doom', licking the spoon clean. "So I figured, you'll go back to your house Wednesday..." Eric paused, taking another bite watching to see Kyle's reaction. Kyle however, did not react to that at all, so Eric continued. "I figure...that you will be coming to see me in the mornings on the days there is no school. Also, Kyle. Don't wear underwear...It will just get in my way." Eric said, smirking slightly. "Other than that...everything will resume as normal. I really don't feel like Stan or Kenny questioning any weird behavior."

Kyle nodded obediently. Two months of constant punishment was enough to convince him of anything Eric wanted.

"I don't want you thinking that you will be able to get away either, Kyle. You can't..." Eric said calmly, before taking another bite of ice cream.

"I know...I don't...I don't want to." Kyle said calmly, the words strange on his tongue but oddly, it felt right...he knew he wasn't lying to himself and somehow, it didn't frighten him.

Eric's eyebrows rose slightly and he reached down and forcefully grabbed Kyle's face, glaring down into his green eyes. Perhaps he hoped to see the lie that he thought he might but Kyle easily held his gaze. Eric's lips quirked upward in a grin.

"I think...I am going to enjoy this school year, so much more then the others." He said, relenting his grip on Kyle's throat. "Good..." Eric said, simply finishing off his ice cream.
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