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A Happy Place Is Hard To Find
By Breech Loader
Breech: Okay, unpleasant things happen this chapter, and by ‘unpleasant things’ I mean ‘horrible rape’.
And if the story reads like an episode of South Park, well, I am trying to get it to be like that, only probably a lot darker because they’re older.
Chapter Four: Six Inches Of Snow
“The doctor says I can’t have any caffeine, Leo,” Tweek’s face fell as he explained, “Or any sugar, or anything that might put a strain on my heart until I’ve recovered.” He wasn’t shaking right now. In fact, he looked rather gloomy, “For about a month. I sure hope I can last that long. But he said I’m young enough to make a full recovery.”
“Oh gee, that’s great Tweek!” Butters hugged him abruptly.
“JESUS CHRIST BUTTERS!” Tweek huffed slightly. His chest didn’t hurt like it had, and that was a great thing. But he couldn’t keep himself from being jumpy, “Don’t do that! Please!” Butters let go of him, “Dude, I miss my dad’s coffee SO MUCH!”
Butters frowned, “Well, coffee’s bad for you, Tweek. I mean, you gotta listen to the doctor on that. If I saw you nearly die again, gosh darnit I don’t know what I’d do!”
“My parents say that I have to stay with my older cousin Alexia until they’ve fixed things up with their suppliers,” Tweek was shaking again, “I don’t even know what that means!” He took a deep swallow of tea, but it just didn’t do it for him, “I don’t even know what she looks like!”
“Aw, there, there, little buddy,” Butters patted his back, “I’m still here, Tweek.”
“And the Underpants Gnomes are back!” Tweek added, pulling on his hair, “I managed to get a hold of one and he says I must always have a spare pair of clean underpants… or they’ll KILL me! GAH!”
“Uh-Underpants Gnomes?” Butters paused, “I dunno if Underpants Gnomes exist, Tweek. They’re not like Jesus, or the Rape Fairy.”
“They’re the reason you can never find a pair of clean underpants when you need them!” Tweek insisted. He looked ready to burst into tears, “I swear they exist! I see them! Every night I see them steal another pair of my underpants! I swear to GOD!” he shook Butters by the shirt, “Wait! I know! If you stay at Cousin Alexia’s for a night, I’ll prove it!”
Butters swallowed, his mind going over staying at Tweek’s place, in his room, sleeping next to him, and a blush rose to his cheeks, “Gosh, I dunno if I-“
“I KNEW you wouldn’t believe me!” Tweek wailed, and ran off.
“C-Constantine, wait!” Butters protested, then jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t!”
“It’s too late, Butters,” Cartman’s low voice spoke mockingly, and Butters turned, “He’s already dead.” The bane of Butters’ life snickered, “Okay, let’s get started, bitch.”
Butters was slammed against the wall by Cartman, who started to press their lips together without a word. He intended to tune out as he usually did, but the thought of Constantine crossed his mind. And he wasn’t imagining Constantine kissing him right now, either. He could only think that Constantine would never handle him this way. Neither boy was dominant; if it came to this, they would share their emotions. If Constantine ever kissed him, it wouldn’t make the blue-eyed boy feel sick, and he would never handle him this way, either.
Yes, Constantine…
“No!” he shoved back, “I don’t want to any more, Cartman! You can’t treat me like that no more, y’hear?”
Cartman blinked, “Yes, I can,” he replied, taking a step forward again, “I own you, remember?”
“No!” Butters crossed his arms and turned away, “You’ll just have to find somebody else to… to…” he grimaced. He’d never used the words out loud before… “To sexually abuse!”
“Hey, it’s not abuse!”
“If it’s not abuse, why do you make me feel sick?!” Butters replied angrily, “I hate every second of you kissin' me, Eric, and I always have! And you know what that means? That means you suck, because at least I know damn well that I swing both ways!”
Cartman ground his teeth for a few seconds, before he launched himself at Butters, wrestling him down into the snow, “You’re a fag, Butters,” he grunted, overwhelming the smaller boy, “I own you! You're gonna get fucked in the ass, and you're gonna like it, and I’ll fucking prove it!”
“C-Cartman, stop it!” Butters struggled as Cartman started to mess with his belt, “Oh, hamburgers! That hurts! That-“
Cartman snarled like an animal and pulled his hat off his head, stuffing it in Butters’ mouth until the smaller boy was almost choking. Then he punched him in the stomach again, and another time, “You’ll like it, Butters,” he grunted, and as Butters tried to shove him away, knotted his belt around his wrists, “You’ll take it and you’ll like it and you’ll beg me for more!”
Butters was trying to scream now. Previous times he’d stood there and tuned out, but now a terrifying haze swamped his brain until he thrashed like a stricken bird caught in a net. Cartman was heavier and stronger, and yet it was because the future seemed so inevitable that he couldn’t stop fighting it even if he wanted to.
Cartman yanked Butter’s pants down, and then dragged his underpants down to his ankles to keep him from kicking. Then he pulled down his own. He pulled off a glove and spat into his hand and used it to pump his cock until it was hard, panting like a bear – a fat, mean bear, “You’ll love it, Butters,” he growled, “You’re such a pussy…”
This is not your fault, Butters, a voice in his head told him desperately, This is not your fault. Cartman’s always blaming you for everything, but it’s not your fault. It’s not your-
The thought – and all thoughts – was cut off with Cartman’s thrust. His brown eyes fixated on the boy beneath him. Butters was crying, his struggles made more difficult with Cartman’s dick in him. Cartman didn’t care. Wimpy little pricks like Butters cried about everything.
But this was definitely Cartman’s first time. Butters could tell by the way the fat boy strained several times to find the right angle. By the way he gritted his teeth, it seemed to hurt him too. It was three strains, each one punctuated by a muffled scream from Butters.
“Quit whining, bitch!” a pudgy hand slapped his face sharply, “Enjoy it!”
The thrusts were almost dry. Yes, this was Cartman’s first time, and… oh, it was his first time too! He would never be able to have another first time, Cartman was taking it all away from him… taking everything away…
There was heat now. Hot red blood on Cartman’s dick when he pulled out, and more pain when he pushed back in.
Pain pain pain…
He was still trying to choke up Cartman’s hat with tears burning on his cheeks, and received another slap to the face. Then Cartman gripped one of his shoulders as he began to thrust in and out even faster, and took a handful of Butters’ blond hair, pulling on it.
Pain, and more pain…
“You’re such a fag, Butters,” Cartman’s thrusts smoothed out as he violated the helpless boy beneath him, “But now you’re my fag. I own you, bitch,” Butters’ eyes flickered desperately, “No! This time you’ll look at ME!”
It hurt, oh but it hurt more and more every second. Butters’ parents hadn’t been eager to explain, but they’d told him that sex was supposed to feel good, and if it felt bad, then it was bad. Oh shit, with his back in the snow he was so damn cold… and it hurt way too much for him to enjoy in any way even slightly. Go to your happy place…
There was no happiness here. Only pain and humiliation.
“Hnngh…” Cartman slapped Butters harder, this time splitting his lip, “You just love all this shit, Butters. Dirty little bitch. Tricked by whores, even when you’re the pimp. Sometimes I wonder, Butters… can you even look at yourself in the mirror?”
He could still feel that tearing inside; a hot, sharp, dragged out pain. Like the whole world was tearing in half. Think of something else? Think of a soft, warm bed and kind hands? No. That was the old Butters, who had been naïve enough to even admire Cartman at times. He’d grown out of that years ago now. There was no way he could convince himself this was pleasurable. So he was determined to think of nothing but Cartman.
There was nothing good in this moment. He wasn’t going to let it taint any happiness in his life…
Well, if he could survive it.
He felt like he was dying, with Cartman’s short but brutal length violating him.
Cartman pulled his hat out of his mouth, “Who’s fucking you, Butters? Whose bitch are you now, huh? Who’re you thinking about? Huh? Huh?”
Butters gulped in a breath or two, “You, Eric,” he huffed, and threw a hateful look up at his violator, “It’s… all you…”
Judging by Cartman's grin, he seemed to interpret this as some kind of victory, just before he stuffed his hat back down his throat and went back to thrusting. Butters was struggling to breathe, and his vision kept blurring. Maybe he’d black out. Maybe then he’d find some kind of Happy Place-
“Don’t you dare try and tune out this time, you little blond faggot,” Cartman hissed, dragging his hat back out of Butters’ mouth, “Y’know, I never did get to put my dick in your mouth,” he sneered.
“Wh-What?” Butters huffed, sucking in deep breaths.
Cartman just smirked. Then he moved up Butters’ chest quickly and pressed his cock between those soft lips. The blond tried to scream again, but too late. Cartman’s fat ass was on his face. His nails dug into snow and dirt, his knuckles turning white.
Bring it. Come on, even if you know you can’t win, you need to bring your A-Game or you’re gonna go crazy when this is over…
With a strangled cry, Butters closed his teeth down on Cartman’s cock. Cartman let out a shriek of anger, the shock causing release into Butters’ mouth and over his face.
“BITCH!” he punched Butters in the stomach.
Butters’ head lolled and he stared vacantly. There were a million things he wanted to say. Insults and smart remarks. But he felt lost, as if he wasn’t himself any more. Words wouldn’t change any of this. He felt so cold… “I still hated it,” he told Cartman softly.
“LIAR!” Cartman shook his fist in Butters’ pale face, “You’re a faggy whore and you know it, Butters!”
“Your kisses make me numb, Eric,” Butters choked out some cum, “Your touch makes me go cold,” he continued, no longer afraid. What could Cartman do that was worse than this? “When I look at you, I wanna be sick.”
There was a cold silence. Cartman had less empathy than a sack of potatoes. But anger flared in his brown eyes when he grasped that he hadn’t completely won.
“Sex is meant to hurt, Butters!” Cartman snapped, “You won’t get it any better than that!”
“I can and I will,” Butters retorted, “And when I do, I’m not gonna think of you…”
“You fucking whore.”
Butters shrugged, his wrists still tied behind him, “Oh, and Cartman?” he asked.
“Yes, Butters?”
“My dad lets me watch police dramas now.”
There was a moment of silence. Then Cartman snarled and kicked Butters in the back of the head. The blond slumped, unconscious, and he was drawing back his bloody boot for another kick when something startled him.
A camera flash.
“What? What?” he looked around frantically, “I… I didn’t… I was just..."
Nobody. Nobody was around. Nobody he could see, anyway…
Cartman ran for it, heading for the showers and leaving Butters unconscious and stained in six inches of snow.
On the school roof, a mysterious cloaked figure knelt. He felt sick. Physically sick. Sick at what Cartman had done, and sick at himself for not stepping in, and recording it, not just that last photograph. Not for pleasure. For vengeance.
Had that flash scared Cartman? Good, he deserved to be scared. But he deserved to be as scared as he must have made Butters feel. He deserved to be drenched in fear, to be sweating through his clothes, to be afraid of stepping outside.
Stepping in would have just stopped this. Cartman would have blown off one of his lame apologies and went right back to hurting people. He would never understand. He would never be sorry.
But then he wouldn’t have the full video of the hideous event, and the close-ups of their faces.
He knew Cartman loved controlling people.
Well this time, fatboy would really feel the squeeze…
He pulled his phone out and dialled a number, “Stan?”
“Uh, hey there dude… I’m kind of taking a shit right now…”
“Well pull up your fucking pants, fetch Kyle and Kenny, and get your asses around the back of the school, because if you want to be where shit’s gone down, that’s where you wanna be.”
Breech: I’d ask you to guess, but yeah, that’s Mysterion who just caught the whole thing. Of course, life is never as easy as that, and if anything, it’ll just get worse…
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