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The Ties that Bind	By : Spacefille Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When a few guys at school make Kyle their target, Cartman decides to take advantage of the situation. His plan backfires when he finds himself falling for the boy he thinks he hates. Will anything ever be the same again? A dark CartmanxKyle, multiple pairings.

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Warning: Contains references to rape, non-consensual situations, and bad language. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Disclaimer: I don’t own South Park and I’m not making any money off of this work of fiction.

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The Ties that Bind
Chapter 1: Hatred

Cartman’s Point of View

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I felt nothing for him beyond dull loathing. It was a smoldering dislike that had built up over the years and none of the recent events in my life could convince me to feel differently.
At least that was what I kept on telling myself, in the hallways, under my breath as I made my lumbering way from class to class.
Of course if I took the time to look deep inside of myself, beyond the reasoning I kept on giving my brain, I suppose I would have found something more than just hatred.
Maybe.

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It was the beginning of grade 9. Nothing new here, nothing really had changed since elementary, except for the fact that we now had to go to the combined grades 6-12 High School building with a couple more kids shipped in from neighboring towns. Whatever. I still hung around Stan and Kenny and them, most of the time. Recently, though, I had been spending more and more time away from the group, training. Yeah, training.
Usually I wouldn’t give a fuck about sports, but Kyle proved himself yet again to be an ass and told me I was too fat and out of shape to play on the high school football team. I decided to prove him wrong.
Fucking loser.
I hated him, you see, not because he’s Jewish or gay or anything nearly as asinine, though people may assume that was the reason. No, Kyle was the bane of my existence because he was himself an intolerable little prick. Always first with the self righteous “I told you so Cartman!” comments. I hated him because he stole my friends from me… I enjoy basking in the attention of others. Stan was SO easy to manipulate back in elementary, if it wasn’t for Kyle, he WOULD have been my best friend. But no, Kyle continued to be his annoying little voice of reason and is still to this day.
Not only that but he was always assuming the best of people, including me. I’m not a nice person. I’m not. I only care about myself, and sometimes people around me that I like, which does NOT include Kyle Broflovski. It never has. That means that I don’t care if someone beats the shit out of Kyle and leaves him wounded and bleeding and probably nearly dead as well. Really I don’t.
So why, then, did I feel so horrible?

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I suppose I saw it coming for a couple months before it happened, if I had cared to take notice. Someone who WASN’T me began to spread rumors that Kyle was gay. Not in the “dude, that’s gay,” kind of way, but in an “I let other boys lick my balls and fuck me in the ass” kind of way.
I thought nothing of it, besides taking the opportunity to tease him about it, since it seemed to upset him so much. I didn’t actually think Kyle was gay, even if he was the last boy in our friend group to get laid. Okay, maybe he was gay. But more than likely girls thought he was boring as hell and ugly. I thought he was boring and ugly… well, boring at least.
So what if Stan had sex with Wendy back in the 6th grade during one of their many get together/break up again stints. So what if girls thought Kenny was incredibly hot when he took off his parka. So what if I decided to get laid last spring and manipulated this one ugly chick in our class into having sex with me (and then dumped her the next day.)
Okay, so it meant a lot. Shut up.

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I never realized until that day how deep the rumors had run and how much someone - again who wasn’t me - wanted Kyle to suffer.
It was the older students that stood out the side doors of the school smoking, did drugs and talked about how they were going to kill a homeless guy someday for fun who did it. I also caught a couple Jew hating remarks from them from time to time, and, yeah, a couple of them had shaved heads. Whatever. I can shave my head and make Jew-hating remarks too. Correct that, I *have* shaved my head and made Jew-hating remarks before. That didn’t last very long, as I look horrible with a shaved head.
Back to the loser druggie students, I didn’t guess that they were serious. What the fuck, huh?

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I watched with vague interest at lunch time when one of them picked a fight with Kyle, picking the wretchedly thin boy up by the collar of his shirt and thrusting him against the wall. Kyle fought back, telling the guy to fuck off and such. The bigger boy didn’t listen, at least until Stan stood as well and told the guy to get lost and leave them alone. People generally listen to Stan. Stan, who excels at every fucking sport he tries, also isn’t afraid of getting into fights, especially if it’s for a good cause. Stan usually wins too. I’m sure his reputation preceded him.
The guy backed down. I suppose he didn’t want to get his blood splattered all over the nice white floors. Smart kid. I did catch the solid tap on the ass the guy gave Kyle as he left. Kyle’s cheeks flared bright red as he glared after the guy.

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It was an ordinary fall day when it happened. I had just gotten off of football practice and was making my way back to the school. I was going to give my mom a call and have her come pick me up since I had missed the bus. It was then that I heard the sound of someone VERY familiar yelling for help. His yell was cut off midsentance… it sounded like someone was muffling the cry.
Hmm… suspicious. Since I enjoy seeing other’s pain and misery, I decided to investigate.
I found them all behind the small grove of trees at the end of the right side of the school field. It was Kyle and three other boys. If I remembered correctly the other boy’s names were Tony and Cory and Trent. One boy, Trent, was from our classes, the other two were from the side door smokers group. Kyle was obviously not in very good shape and two of the other boys had his limbs pinned.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.
Kyle’s head jerked up and he saw me. A relieved look crossed his bloodied face. “Cartman!” He shouted.
I just looked at them. All the guys turned around and looked at me back.
“Cartman!” Kyle continued. “Help me! Please!” He started struggling to get away from the two guys who had him pinned.
It was about then that I noticed where the hands were on the two boys who had Kyle. You can learn a lot from people from the way they hold themselves. Like the fact that Cory, who had Kyle’s legs, was actually gripping Kyle’s pants, which appeared to be somewhat undone. And Trent, who was only standing over Kyle… well Trent’s belt was off and he was holding it in one of his hands. Trent’s other hand was on the waist line of his own pants.
“Oh hoho!” I jeered. “Haha.” I smirked at the guys. “I got it.” They continued to look at me expectantly and no one replied. I knew what they were thinking. Was I going to interfere?
I wasn’t. This was actually quite amusing. “Kyle,” I scolded, pretending to be shocked. “Three at once? I never knew you were that much of a slut!” That got chuckles from everyone BUT Kyle.
Kyle’s face flushed red. “I – I’m not!” He protested, practically sputtering with anger.
I was ignoring him now. I returned my gaze to the other three boys. I shrugged. “Please,” I made mock a flowery gesture with my hand. “Continue.” I turned away. “Don’t let ME interfere with your little romantic rendezvous.”
“Cartman, STOP, damn it!” Kyle’s voice shouted after me. There was a lot of raw desperation in that voice, which made me smirk as I continued to walk towards the school. I was almost gloating. Kyle was going to get fucked in the as~s…
“Cartman! Cartman, God damn it, listen to me! Cartman! CART~MA--!” Someone muffled his voice again.
“Thank god.” I muttered under my breath. His voice was starting to get on my nerves.

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Looking back on it now I should have helped him. Even if I had to tease him for weeks/months/years that Kyle Broflovski had to be rescued by Eric Cartman.
I should have…
But I didn’t. Instead I just turned around and walked away. When I got to the school I calmly called my mom to come get me without giving it another thought.

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It took Kyle a day or two to come back to school. I found out through the grapevine, namely Stan, that the incident had landed Kyle in the hospital. Nothing was said of any ass fucking, only that the boys who had been responsible for beating the shit out of Kyle had been suspended for a couple weeks. I suppose since Stan told me like I should sympathize with Kyle’s plight that Kyle forgot to mention my tiny involvement in the entire thing.
The first time I saw him was two days later at lunch. He was looking down when he came up to us, but I could see his face was pretty messed up, nasty but healing bruises lined his jaw and a black eye was still swollen. He frankly looked like he had been through a war.
I watched, a bit fascinated, as Kyle gingerly sat down next to Stan. The way he sat… it looked like it hurt so much. Stan caught it. He placed a hand on his best friend’s shoulder for a moment. Just long enough to tell him he cared, and he wasn’t going to bug him about it.
I wasn’t so nice. “Wow, Kyle, it looks like you have a major pain in the ass there!”
Kyle’s head snapped up. He glared. “Shut up fatass!” He said. He was covering how much that comment hurt, I could tell by the way his face contorted.
“What, Kyle, you lost a bet? Haha, whoever looses gets to be fucked like a little Jewish bitch?”
Kyle’s eyes had filled with tears which he battled to keep back. “Shut UP you fucking fatass!” He shouted, emotion running so high in his voice that it cracked at the end of “ass”.
“Yeah, Cartman, lay off.” Stan spoke up. The calm raven haired boy met my eyes with a stern silent ‘back off’ expression on his face.
Kenny backed him up by muttering “Yeah,” Under his breath. Even Butters, for fucks sake, was glaring at me from one table over.
I sorta wished I could stop. Unfortunately when God made me, he forgot to give me common sense. And empathy. “Ay! I’m not the fucking gay Jew whore who likes the taste of cock!” I turned my attention back to Kyle. “Tell me Jew, what’s it like to be ass raped? Did you suck their balls too? Did you enjoy the yummy yummy taste of scrotum?”
Kyle broke. “Fuck you Cartman!” He screamed at me, then got up and stormed from the lunch room.
Stan glared at me. “You’re a fucking asshole Cartman.” He stated. He got up and followed Kyle.
Eh. I shrugged and pretended it didn’t matter. Apparently it did though, because I had suddenly lost most of my appetite. And that fucking NEVER happens to me. I managed to eat two more bites of my sandwich before I gave up and got up from the table as well.

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I didn’t suppose I would find them when I heard a pair of familiar voices from down the drama classes corridor. I stopped right before the turn in the hall and listened with my ear against the wall. Kyle’s voice was high pitched and desperate.
“ … he saw Stan. He saw and… oh god…” His voice wavered off and was muffled in what I could only assume was Stan’s shirt, since I couldn't see them. Stan spoke reassuringly in a soft voice.
“It’s okay Kyle, shh, it’s okay.”
“… it’s not though!” There was a soft piteous wail to his voice now. “I just…” His voice lowered. “I just want to die Stan, I can’t… I can’t live like this, I can’t…”
“Dude, you’re stronger than that.” Stan reprimanded softly. “I know you Kyle. You’re going to get through this. Look, those assholes got suspended, and you know them. I’m sure a couple of them won’t even bother coming back. In a couple months no one’s going to even remember what happened…”
“Yes, but Cartman…” Kyle tried again, his voice wavering.
“Cartman is an asshole prick who doesn’t care about anything but himself and making other people miserable.” Stan sounded exasperated. “Just ignore him, Kyle.”
“I—I don’t …” Kyle trailed off and his next words were muffled again. It took me a couple seconds to realize he was sobbing.
Part of my brain was like “haha, Kyle is a crybaby pussy,” but the other part felt something odd. I think it was… remorse. And, well, I was also kinda offended that Stan thought I only cared about making people miserable. Even if it was partly true…

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I laid off Kyle for the next month or so. I don’t know why, but I decided to stop trying to make him miserable, since he was doing just fine being miserable by himself.
It was boring not picking on Kyle, but I could find other things to focus on. Like watching Kyle from a distance. That drove him crazy. When I silently handed back papers to him in class without any jeers or jabs at his near failing grades, (he used to be an ‘A+’ student), I could tell he wanted to yell at me. Demand to know what I was up to. But he didn’t and I just kept on being sweetly pleasant to Kyle. The more I did that, the more, it seemed, to bother him.
Watching Kyle led me to notice things I wouldn’t have before. I noticed when it stopped being uncomfortable for him to sit down (about a week later), when he started smiling again at something someone said (two weeks later), and lastly who was still bugging him and what class it occurred in. (Trent came back to school and Kyle shared a gym class with him. Lucky for him, so did Stan.) I also noticed how tense and unhappy Kyle was after that class. My ONLY jerkish behavior came during that time, when I would notice how tense he was and would slap him on the ass just to get him to scream at me.
Haha.
Unfortunately watching Kyle from a distance was beginning to have an adverse effect on me. I started to notice how lovely he looked in math class, when his brow was wrinkled with concentration and his mouth drawn into a cute little pout. Even how interesting his large Jewish nose looked when he pinched it in frustration. I stopped abruptly once when I caught myself wondering if Kyle’s hair would be soft like mine or coarse and rough if I ran my fingers through it.
“Bad brain, bad!” I muttered under my breath and hit myself on the side of the head a couple times. God damn, where the HELL did that come from?

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It was about a month and a half later, near the end of football season when, once again, I heard a familiar voice while I was coming off the field. This time the voice was accompanied by another male voice. Also this time the voices were a lot closer to the school than they had been before.
I stopped. For a very long moment I considered *not* going around the side of the school building to investigate. It wouldn’t hurt me any would it? And it would even save Kyle’s pathetic little feelings as well if he didn’t know I was there.
Of course about then I heard a sharp high pitched cry of pain from Kyle that sounded like he was actually getting badly hurt.
“Shit.” I swore. God damn it. “Why does this always happen to ME?” I asked no one in particular as I walked around the side of the building.
Trent. I marveled at my luck at always finding these situations. He had Kyle against the wall, pinned with his entire body weight. An arm was pressed against his throat, probably preventing him from breathing very well. What made the picture even more horrible was the fact that Trent was groping Kyle. I stared. Great. Another month of Kyle being despondent and suicidal and taking a week to be able to sit down properly. Lame.
As I watched Trent tried to kiss Kyle, slobbering on his face liberally. Kyle didn’t like it, and tried to turn his face away despite being trapped.
“Well that’s disgusting,” I muttered under my breath. What was even sicker was that now that I knew what was going to happen to Kyle, I kinda found it appealing. But the dude was doing it all wrong, you had to make him like it if you really wanted to fuck with his head. Slobbering all over him would just make him hate you…
Sometimes I’m a sick little fucker aren’t I?
I smiled briefly, and then frowned. Neither one of them had noticed me yet, which was retarded of them. I wondered again if I should wander away and let Kyle be ass-raped again. At least by leaving I would give him some privacy...
I had almost turned away when I noticed Kyle was looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I don’t know how he managed to do that. It’s like he had a Cartman radar or something.
What was interesting was the fact that instead of looking at me desperately and begging for me to help him like last time, he was just looking at me. Like he somehow expected to see me now that someone was trying to have their way with him. The eyes that focused on me seemed apathetic… he looked tired.
At about that moment Trent apparently decided that Kyle wasn’t being responsive enough and punched him in the stomach. Kyle looked away from me and let out a grunt of pain he had to struggle to try to keep in.
That decided it. I gave up trying to leave. “May as well,” I muttered under my breath. I could probably work this in my favor. Yes… an evil scheme started to hatch in my brain. “Ay!” I said louder. “Get away from mah Jew!”
Trent looked surprised for a second as he looked me up and down. Kyle was looking at me too out of the corner of his eyes, surprise that I decided to speak up for him and then distrust of my motives on his face.
Then Trent laughed. He turned Kyle around so that he was facing me, with his arm tightly around his neck so that he couldn’t escape. He grabbed the boy’s crotch, causing a flash of pain to dart across Kyle’s face. “I know you.” He said. “You’re that kid who tried to exterminate Jews a couple years back weren’t you?”
I gave him a wary look. “Yeah?” I replied. There was going to be a catch here, I just knew it.
Trent winked and licked his lips, turning his head ever so slightly to lick the side of Kyle’s face. “You can have some too if you’d like. He’s a really nice fuck. Aren’t you whore?”
Kyle winced and made a struggle to get away. It was pointless, I could see from the bruising on his face and the way he moved that he had already put up a hell of a fight and was exhausted.
“Well…” I began… stepping forwards. I pretended to consider it, long enough to get close to Trent. Then “Of course not you fucking bastard!” I declared loudly. With that I did a move that I learned in Karate class which I was never ever supposed to do, I poked him in both the eyes and when he dropped Kyle, I got in an excellent neck jab. Trent went down like a rock.
“Jez-us.” I muttered as I stared down at Trent. I poked at his shoulder with my foot. He didn’t move. Huh. I really *did* knock him out cold! He was going to be mad as shit when he woke up, I decided. If I wasn’t already bigger than most of the kids in high school I’d actually be a little bit frightened.
Kyle stared up at me from where he sat on the pavement. “Cartman?” He began, sounding a bit incredulous.
Oh yeah, I had just saved Kyle’s ass. I thought about that for a moment, than decided something. “Come on.” I said. I grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet, then practically dragged him into the school.
“Uh, Cartman? Where the hell are we going dude?” Kyle asked, trying and failing to twist out of the killer grip I had on his wrist.
“Somewhere.” I replied shortly. “Now shut up before I kick your ass.”
Kyle actually shut up. Would miracles never cease.
I took him through rarely used corridors then down a set of stairs that no one used, except to teach the overflow gym classes and girl’s self defense about 4 days a year. Kyle had obviously never been here, I could tell by the confused look on his face. Good. I used the faculty key I had stolen off of the grade 7 music teacher to open the door and pushed him inside so hard he fell on the gym mats spread all over the floor. I shut the door behind me very deliberately, than started to advance on Kyle.
“Cartman?” He tried again, a nervous waver in his voice.
“Haha, Kyle, you’re mine now.” I told him gleefully. I rubbed my hands together for good measure.
Surprise flashed across his face as he figured it out. He opened his mouth to scream…
“Scream all you want Kyle.” I told him as I slowly approached. “No one’s going to hear you. Not down here. Not at this time of day.”
He screamed anyway. A great big giant “HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!!”
For a long moment we both listened for any sound of someone reacting. Footsteps, voices, anything. After a half a minute of complete silence I laughed.
“See Kyle?” I said. “No one can hear you. No ones going to save you.”
He began backing up on the mats. There was raw desperation on his face. And fear. It was almost like a drug to see fear in Kyle’s eyes. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? I’ve gone as far as to threaten to kill him, chop up his body and leave the pieces where his family can find them THAT didn’t scare him, but this did?
I smirked despite myself. Then I darted forwards and tackled him, rolling us about so that his legs were pinned beneath my much greater body weight. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his face forwards. For a long moment I looked into his eyes…
His eyes were wide and full of emotion… dread, loathing, self hatred… desperation. I resisted the urge to hurt him and despite myself reached out and drew a hand over his cheek. He flinched, his breath coming quicker. “Don’t…” He started, but it was like the words got stuck in his throat. If anything the fear in his eyes got stronger. He also looked like he was just about to cry.
My brain filled in the blanks Kyle was unable to say. ‘Don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me. Oh God, please don’t do this Cartman…’
Swe~et.
I thumbed his cheek soothingly. “I’ll make you a deal Kyle.” I said cheerfully. “You don’t put up a fuss like the little pussy you are, and I promise not to hurt you. Deal?”
He didn’t reply. But he did sorta pout. And the fear didn’t really leave his eyes.
I smiled at him. After a couple of seconds, I leaned forwards....
His lips trembled minutely under mine. I made sure I went slow, taking my time before reaching forwards to touch his lips with my tongue in enticing invitation…
He jerked back then, running a hand across the back of his mouth.
“What are you playing at Cartman?” He demanded to know, glaring at me.
“What?” I asked, pasting an angelic look on my face.
Kyle’s face went from red to white to red again. He let out a delirious little laugh.
“What?” I repeated.
“You! Oh god. What the hell was that? A KISS? You KISSED me Cartman?” There was something twisted on his face that I had never seen before. I couldn’t even really name the emotion. Confusion? Delirium? Insanity?
“You want to fuck me too.” He said bluntly. “I got that,” He continued. Suddenly he turned around, his ass facing me. “Go ahead Cartman, now that you’ve so kindly pointed out how god damned helpless I am! And I know you’ve wanted to since grade fucking four, to stick it to me. Do it.” Trust me, that ass was very tempting. But Kyle wasn’t done yet. There was a hint of hysteria in his voice as he continued. “But don’t you fucking pretend to be nice about it!”
For a moment I didn’t say anything. "Wow, Kyle, you’ve finally cracked." I said joyfully. Then "Heh." I leaned forwards, wrapping my arms around his waist. His body made a surprised jerk and he suddenly struggled violently, making a desperate bid to get away. It took almost everything I had to hold him. When he finally calmed I held him in place forcefully for a while. I continued to hold him firmly until he stopped struggling even a little bit and instead waited for what I was going to do next.
Then I lowered my mouth onto his neck, kissing and suckling while slowly running my hands up and down his shirt, feeling his too thin chest beneath the fabric.
For a while he didn’t react at all. Not until my fingers found a nipple under that shirt and began to gently toy with it. I must have been doing something right because his head fell back on my shoulder and he let out a little gasp.
“What… what are you doing Cartman,” Kyle asked point blank. I could tell he was trying to save face and make his voice steady but he kinda failed miserably. Especially when my hands found the bottom of his t-shirt and crept inside. Now that hand could play with his nipples with no shirt in the way. At the same time the other hand went below. Sure enough, I could feel that he was hardening though the fabric of his pants. I drew circles around it, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp and make little pleading noises in the back of his throat.
I knew he’d make another break for it. I guess Cartman fondling him while he’s on his hands and knees was too much for his already confused mind.
He went from totally relaxed to wrenching himself out of my grasp and scrambling a few feet away. He clenched the rim of his shirt and glared at me from where he sat; saying nothing though his face was taut with suspicion and hurt anger. That made him even lovelier with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
I smirked. This was a lot more fun than seducing that girl. She didn’t know me very well but was just as horny as I was… there was no CHALLENGE. Kyle… Kyle was very much a challenge. He expected to get fucked. I intended to make him like it. He also hated me, an added bonus. If I could play this right I could have a LOT of fun.
Down Eric, I told myself in my head. Control. I was so hard it hurt, but I had to ignore that for now.
“Kyle,” I began, approaching him carefully. The look he gave me was one of wary distrust. He wanted to bolt, I could tell by the way his body leaned towards the door. He may actually make it this time, now that I wasn’t in between the door and him. I had to go VERY slowly. I crouched down a couple feet away from him. “Is it so hard to believe that I…” I paused dramatically for effect. “Might actually have feelings for you?”
Kyle glared at me. “Yeah actually.” He retorted. “What are you DOING Cartman?” He finally asked, exasperated. “You hate me. We’ve been through this how many times before?”
I pretended to look hurt. “I don’t hate you.” I replied.
“Yeah, you DO! You just tried to…!” Kyle tossed his hands in the air in aggravation, than pinched his nose in frustration, a habit he had picked up from Stan. “Oh god, I’m only fourteen. I shouldn’t have to deal with shit like this…”
“It’s only because you’re so ver-ah pretty.” I told him cheerfully. I reached out and tousled his red curls. Ohh, they were soft.
“I am n-- STOP IT CARTMAN,” Kyle yelled, jerking away. Now he decided to make for the door. He didn’t get very far. I caught him before the door and pinned him beneath myself again. I gripped his wrists in my hands and struggled then succeeded to pin his legs beneath mine.
Fear flashed in those green eyes again. But it didn’t last long before it was replaced by angry Kyle face. He struggled against me, pushing against me with his chest, grunting and growling about how he was going to kill me. I resisted the urge to punch that already bruised face to quell him. I didn’t need to anyway. I outweighed and outsized him easily. And it wouldn’t make him like what I was going to do to him if he was in too much pain.
I held still, marveling at the self control I have when I wanted to have it. He calmed slowly, going from angry to fearful to warily curious when he saw that I wasn’t going to do anything but hold him still. “C-cartman?” He tried after a moment.
I didn’t reply. Instead I leaned down and kissed him again, gently. If he was smart, which I knew he was, he would start responding, instead of trying to get away. He couldn’t get away, he had to realize that by now. The only way to get out of this was to play along. I waited, pulled away a bit, and kissed him again, this time a bit more insistently. At the same time I slowly released the pressure on his wrists.
Bingo. Hesitantly he kissed me back, tongue timidly flicking against my lips. He didn’t even move his hands, though he could very well jerk them away now. Even better. He was submitting. Awesome.
I deepened the kiss, tongue clashing against his. At the same time I sent my hands roaming up his sides, feeling his chest as he jerked away and gasped for breath. I took that opportunity to attack his neck, suckling there where I already knew he was sensitive and responsive. Sure enough he gasped again, this time the pleading noises in his throat getting more and more desperate. I smiled to myself as I continued, lowering my body weight to the side to lie beside him on the mats. I turned him gently as I continued to touch him intimately, rolling him on his side so that his back was facing me. For a very brief moment he struggled against me again, but relaxed again when I whispered in his ear that I wasn’t going to hurt him and accompanied that statement with a stroke of the front of his jeans. That made him groan and buck against my hand. I smirked to myself and maneuvered us about again, this time turning on my back and pulling him down on top of me so his back continued to press into my front. This way I could use both my hand and my mouth. One hand was already inside his shirt, pushing it up around his armpits, the other hand delved into his jeans. A couple yanks later I had freed his penis, and I laid warm thick fingers on it, teasing him gently, stroking him up and down.
He panted as his head fell back again, and I could see his wrinkled forehead as he concentrated.
“Yes.” I whispered soothingly. “That’s it Kyle.” I sped up my fingers, jacking him like I would myself, which made him squirm and grunt. At the same time I pushed up with my hips to press my own erection against his back side. Just enough to let him know it was there, not enough to frighten him. “You don’t have to keep it all inside anymore. Just let go…”
I was driving him crazy, I could tell. It seemed like it was only seconds later when he came with a shout, jerking against me, warm fluid coating my fingers. He laid against me gasping for breath as I carefully wiped my fingers off on his jeans.
“Good Kyle.” I said into his ear. “Good Kyle. There we are, that wasn’t so hard, was it? And it didn’t hurt at all…” I rolled him over again, and gently laid him on his back so that I could see his face.
Green eyes glared up at me through the shimmer of tears. Yes, tears. Kyle had been crying. I had made him cry.
I smiled at that. Good. Very good. I reached out and wiped one of them off his face. “Gee, Kyle, I didn’t know this is what I needed to do to get you to cry like a little girl.”
Kyle swiped at his face angrily. “I hate you Cartman.” He said in a low voice. “I hate you so much.” He replaced his pants and rolled down his shirt with quick jerky fingers. He won’t look at me now, his face red and lips drawn into a fine line. I also noticed he was trembling minutely.
“You only think you hate me,” I replied cheerfully. “It’s okay to feel angry from time to time Kyle, and it makes you even more attractive.”
That tousled head of red hair jerked up. He glared at me with more venom than when I tried to get “Family Guy” cancelled several years before and stumbled to his feet.
“Stay away from me Cartman,” He ground out. “Just… just stay away from me!” And with that he bolted for the door.
This time I didn’t tackle him. I didn’t need to. I just sat there and smiled as I heard the sound of his footsteps retreating up the stairs. I was very satisfied with myself. Kyle was mine now… I knew just how to get him.
And since I was alone now… I reached down and unbuttoned my pants. Groaning softly in pleasure I began to beat off. Images of Kyle flashed through my mind as I did so. Lovely images of Kyle. And in all of them I was fucking him or doing something wicked and pleasurable to his body… and what was even better… I was making him enjoy it.
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The Ties that Bind