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Training Kyle	By : Tariraritarara Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Training Kyle
- 2-Chapter Two
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Eric sighed, sitting on the couch, channel surfing. He was bored and it was pretty late into the evening. The summer thus far had been pretty boring, he pondered, as a scream resonated from his basement.

'Oh, that reminds me...I have to feed the Jew.' He thought, getting up and heading for the kitchen.

Eric had had a sleepover that weekend with Stan, Kyle and Kenny. Unfortunately, if Eric's memory served him correctly, Kyle, after all, had been the last one to leave. Eric had every intention of letting him go as per normal. But Jewboy just couldn't leave him alone. No. Kyle had to fucking run his mouth. So currently, Kyle was being punished in the basement.

Eric smirked as he took out sliced ham and placed it on two slices of Wonderbread. No kosher shit for the Jewboy. Being sadistic in all the little ways counted too. He grabbed a bottle of water and put in his hood pocket. Eric carried the sandwich to the basement door and took the key off his necklace and unlocked it. Sometime last summer he had actually had the basement remodeled to his specifications and to keep his mother out, he had a lock installed on the door.

Eric closed the door behind him as he descended into the basement. The stairs creaked beneath his weight as he made the descent to the main portion of the room. A smirk of sick pleasure graced Eric's lips as his amber eyes dropped down to the pale naked body that was chained to the wall. "Kyle, I brought you something to eat." He said with a grin as he grabbed a stool, dragging it over in front of Kyle, sitting down on it.

"Come here, Kyle. Come to Eric."

Kyle's glasses were resting on the edge of his nose as he weakly let his dark green gaze slide up on Cartman. "Burn in hell." He murmured closing his eyes.

"Are you hungry, Kyle?" Eric asked smiling offering Kyle the sandwich. "I'm sure you must be hungry. It's been a while since I fed you, Kyle."

Kyle looked up again and narrowed his eyes.

"Come here..." Eric ordered the smile disappearing off his face. Not as though the smile had been friendly, just a symbol of Eric's enjoyment of Kyle's suffering.

Kyle crawled forward on his hands and knees, the chains attached to his appendages and neck taping against the floor almost musically.

"Good Jew." Eric said stroking Kyle's red curly hair.

Kyle kept his head bowed tolerating Eric's abuse. Kyle had already tried to escape, but everything was locked. He was chained to a wall and no one heard his screams. Eric had called Kyle's family and taken care of everything. He was trapped here.

Eric smirked stroking Kyle's neck. "Ready to eat?" He asked Kyle looking down at the weaker boy.

Kyle swallowed his pride and nodded "Yes, Cartman."

Eric handed him the sandwich and Kyle dug into it. Eric just smiled as he watched him devour the whole thing. It really had been a while since he fed Kyle, maybe a day or so. As Kyle finished the sandwich, Eric pulled out the bottle of water. "This is for you, Kyle. It's for you to wash down your ham sandwich."

"...Ham sandwich?"

"Yes. Ham."

"Cartman, you fat bastard! I can't eat pork, you fuck! I'm Jewish!" Kyle yelled at him wanting to throw the water right in his face.

"Really, Kyle? Because it looks to me like you just fucking did."

Kyle sighed and looked away, adjusting his glasses. "You're such an asshole." He muttered, sitting down in defeat. Eric was winning.

Cartman walked over and grabbed the chain attached to Kyle's collar and pulled it. Kyle flew forward onto his hands and knees, his glasses falling to the floor. "Cartman! What the fuck?"

"I really hate the tone in your voice, Kyle...Let me fix it for you." Eric said, bringing his foot down on Kyle's back, forcing him to the ground further. Eric reached just behind him and took a short whip that was mounted on the wall. "All you do is piss me off, Kyle. I really wish I thought of this just a little bit sooner, Jew." Eric said with a smirk on his lips. "How many lashes, Kyle? How many?"

"None?" He gasped as Eric pushed a bit more of his weight on top of him.

"Fucking how many, Kyle?"

"...T-two?" Kyle gasped in pain.

"No...I don't think two is going to cover the bull shit you've been trying to pull." Eric said with a sadistic smile, pushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes. "I think...that four is just about right for now, Kyle."

Kyle ground his teeth bracing himself for the cut of Eric's whip. He managed to stay silent for the first two skin splitting lashes before he whimpered and cried out as Eric brought the next lash down harder.

"Kyle, I'd lick your wounds but who knows what sort of horrible diseases Jews carry." Eric said, his lips slowly turning upwards. "You're such a bitch, Kyle." Eric grinned getting on his knees in front of Kyle. He unzipped his fly and pulled his erection from his pants. There was something about Kyle's crying that he really got off to. Eric smirked as he grabbed a clump of Kyle's hair and held his face in place as he massaged his hard length inches from Kyle's face.

Kyle's eyes were closed in pain as Eric kept his head up and in place. Kyle tried to jerk away, which only brought him more pain and discomfort. He didn't want this...

Eric groaned as he massaged his cock, occasionally rubbing the head over Kyle's mouth, his pre-cum glossing his lips. Eric smiled in satisfaction when Kyle's pink little tongue darted out to lick his lips. Eric stroked himself faster, his breath shortened and eyes half-lidded as his body thrummed with intense pleasure. His muscles tense and Eric gasped, cumming all over Kyle's face. Eric's hot seed poured down his cheeks and over his lips. Kyle flinched, having Eric's cum shot onto his face dripping down his chin and seeping through his hair.

"God...I look good on you." Eric laughed and dropped Kyle's hair, his face and chest hitting the floor with a 'thud'. Kyle lay there abused and angry that Cartman could get away with this shit. Kyle was powerless to stop him. Eric was physically more powerful than he was and any attempts to stop what he wanted were quickly put to rest, violently.

Eric caught his breath and slowly stood up, putting himself away. Laughing, he left Kyle alone to be by himself for a few more hours. "Enjoy, Kyle, you faggot Jew. " Eric said chucking as he ascended the steps relocking the only exit out of Kyle's new found hell.

Eric smiled as he trotted up the stairs. Kyle was so very fucking miserable and that made Eric more than happy. Cartman yawned and stretched as he headed for his bedroom. Tomorrow was another day and he could torture Kyle again in the morning. Something he looked forward too…something that would give him wet, hard dreams.

Kyle woke up cold. Eric had taken his clothing away a few hours after he got him in the basement. The cold cement floor was constantly biting at his skin, one part of his body always chilled. He was miserable...he just wanted to craw into his soft, warm bed and sleep forever. His back burned with sharp pains that were the memories of his lashings. He didn't know how many deep cuts Eric had marked him with but too many for even Kyle to count. He didn't know what time it was. The windows were sealed shut so no light could come through. Kyle ran a hand through his hair and sighed with disgust. This was not exactly what he had planned for his summer vacation.

Eric grunted as he stretched in his bed. His pajamas blatantly too small for him, his wife-beater stretched to its limit and sweats too tight. Not to mention that he was hard already, he noted, fondling himself. He'd have Kyle take care of it after breakfast. Eric's mother was already in the kitchen making Eric pancakes as he lazily headed for the table.

"Moom. I'm hungry." Eric groaned, huffing slightly. No sooner had he said that, she set a large plate of pancakes in front of him.

"There you go, Poopykins." She said stroking his hair before walking away. Eric however had already started on devouring the plate of syrup smothered pancakes.

It didn't take too much longer for Eric to call for her again. "Mom!" He grunted and instantly she brought him another helping of pancakes and a large cup of coffee. Eric ignored her as he continued to inhale his breakfast. He sighed, thoroughly content, except for a few things of course. Images of Kyle naked and bleeding in his basement did nothing to tame his morning vigor. Standing up, he stretched, his shirt rising up over his stomach exposing a large sliver of belly. Eric yawned, walked into the kitchen and opened up a paper bag nestled by the toaster. He pulled out a green dog dish, upon the side that read 'Kyle'. Eric grabbed a few pancakes and threw them into one side of the dish and poured some syrup on them. On the other side of the dish he poured milk.

"What's that for, Dear?" Ms. Cartman asked, looking at the dog dish curiously.

"Oh...nothing." He said, heading for the basement taking the key off his necklace and unlocking the basement door. He descended locking the door behind him. "Jew!" He grunted as he reached the basement floor.

Kyle shivered and looked up at him. Eric smiled.

"Good morning, Kyle. Did you sleep well?"

"...No. What do you think?"

"I think it must have sucked to sleep naked on the floor with my cum on your face." he said with a shrug.

Kyle covered his face with his right hand and frowned as his glasses were not where he had had them last. On his face. Kyle bit his lip while blindly searching for his glasses with the left.

Eric smirked a little. Walking over, he leaned down and picked up Kyle's glasses. "I think you should really see this, Kyle." Eric said, glee oozing from his voice as he slid Kyle's glasses over the bridge of his nose.

Kyle wrinkled his nose upon his vision clearing up and getting a sight of Cartman. "You mean seeing what a total fat fuck you're becoming?"

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle!" Eric shouted angrily. "...I got you a present." He said, setting down the dog bowl in front of him.

Kyle silently examined it, read his name and acknowledged it was a dog bowl. Displeasure was clear in his features as he looked up to Eric who was watching and waiting for Kyle's reaction.

"…fuck no…." Kyle said, sitting back and crossing his arms.

"Eat from it now, Kyle. Stop being a picky fucking Jew. Now eat...without using your hands."

Kyle looked up imploringly..."Don't...Cartman. Please, this is sick..." He sighed helplessly, removing his glasses so as to not ruin them in the syrup of the pancakes. "Cartman…reconsider?"

"No." Eric said firmly as he watched in sick pleasure as Kyle leaned over the dish and slowly took a bite out of the pancake. Admittedly, they were delicious but it was so degrading to be doing this in front of anyone, especially Cartman. Eric reached into his pajama pants and fondled his boner. "That's right, you're a little bitch, Kyle." Eric said, rubbing himself, breathing heavily.

Kyle groaned, his cheeks red from embarrassment. "Good boy, Kyle...when you're done with that, little bitch, I'll fucking give you something to suck on." Eric groaned picking up a riding crop and stroking Kyle's cheek. Kyle was on the verge of tears but Eric was so close to cumming because of it.

Eric groaned and dropped his pajama pants a few inches. Kyle looked up and winced upon seeing all of Eric. That was the very last thing he had ever wanted to see. The very last. Cartman's erection was truly the fucking last..

"Goddamnit! You Bastard." Kyle growled as Eric slowly stood up and walked around behind him pulling his pants down farther until he threw them off, discarding them over in a small pile.

"Kyle, you're so lucky. I'm about to fuck you in the ass. Feel very special."

"I hate you, Cartman. I hate you. I hate--" Kyle was saying just as Eric punched him in the face.

"It bothers me that you aren't trained yet. Eventually I'll have you crawling around on all fours begging to suck my dick, you little fuck." Eric snarled as Kyle gasp for breath from the punch.

Eric was no light weight. He may appear to be all soft flabby tissue, but he was one of those people who had obscenely hard muscle underneath all their weight. Eric smirked, watching Kyle lying still on the floor.

"You almost look dead...or at least dying. But somehow, Kyle, that's keeping me really hard. You suffering is definantly my fucking pleasure, Jewboy." Eric said, grunting as he shifted around behind Kyle, hauling his slender waist up. Pushing his dick right against Kyle's ass, he rubbed his pre-cum in between Kyle's soft pale cheeks. "God Kyle, you're such a fucking little bitch." Eric groaned, stiffening at the thought of fucking his little Jew pet senseless.

Kyle cried, his tears splashing dark moist pools on the pale cement. "Oh fuck, Kyle, that's great. If you could sob like the little bitch you are, that'd so get me off." Eric said, slowly taking his fingers and slipping them into Kyle's virgin ass, slowly stretching him out.

Kyle cried out in pain as Cartman violated his body. "Nooo! Stop." Kyle gasp as Eric spread his flesh wider.

"God...you're really tight. Fucking Jewboy." Eric smirked. Leaning down, he pressed his mouth at the base of Kyle's spine. His tongue slid out, rubbing a warm wet circle over his sensitive flesh. Kyle shivered slightly, not at all ready to admit that it felt good. Eric gently nipped at his pale skin, biting an erotic little path up Kyle's spine. His mouth, leaving small blue bruises up his back as he moved forward. Eric let his tongue run along the grooves of the lash marks that were cut into his skin from all of his whippings. Kyle gasped, sobbing at the pain of Eric's tongue brushing over and into his sensitive cuts. It was way too much, on top of everything else, that Cartman was doing it to him. Eric leaned forward, farther kissing up Kyle's shoulder, licking and suckling his way to the crook of Kyle's neck. Kyle moaned a little as Eric's hot breath crawled over his flesh. He bit his lip, holding back the soft cry that was clawing at his throat. Eric smiled as he kissed upward and found Kyle's ear, pulling it into his mouth and suckling gently on his lobe. Kyle closed his eyes and swallowed. He knew he was breaking down…he wouldn't survive this.

Eric's free hand dropped down from Kyle's hip and wrapped around his erection. Kyle gasped slightly, as Cartman's hands seemed to be touching him all over at once with a surprising gentleness that astonished him.

"Mhh, Kyle. Good behavior of course is rewarded, but each day...I'm going to give you lashings...you'll learn to love them...you'll beg me for more. More of everything I choose to give you. You'll be my little pet..." Eric whispered into Kyle's ear, licking the tender flesh just behind it.

Kyle cried out in intense pain as Eric thrust into him. Eric would have time to be gentle later. Right now all he wanted was to fuck Kyle hard. Eric grunted as he forced himself deeper into Kyle. Kyle cried out, his fingers scratching at the floor. White chalk marks where he wore down his fingertips and where the surface had scratched slightly.

Cartman gasped, grunting, digging his thick chubby fingers into Kyle's hips pulling him as close as possible. Eric pushed into him harder, his eyes closed in both pleasure and concentration. Crying out, he gasped, his hot seed shooting deep into Kyle, the hot seed leaking out and dripping down the inside of Kyle's thighs. Eric collapsed in a breathless huff on top of Kyle, nothing having the strength at the moment to roll off him.

Kyle shivered as he was trapped between the chilly floor and Eric's soft warm body crushing him there, his cock still crammed up into the deeper portion of his bowels.

"Cartman...please...get off me." Kyle mumbled, confusion setting in.

Cartman grunted, slowly rolling onto his back his arm wrapping around Kyle's ribs as he pulled him on top of his chest. "Nice..." Eric murmured as he nipped at Kyle's neck.

After a few minutes, Eric sighed, "You better shower before you get pregnant, Jew." He joked, dragging himself to his feet, taking Kyle with him. Eric nudged him as he removed the chains attached to his iron cuffs on his appendages and neck. "Go. Shower." Eric directed him to a corner of the basement where a glass shower stall stood. Eric smiled a little and sat down on a couch that was pushed against one of the walls. He watched Kyle shower, taking pleasure in watching his red hair grow heavy with water and fall down into slick rivulets running down his neck and back that resembled fire...no it resembled blood...

Eric grinned, reclining into the soft cushions of the couch that he had sitting back away from where any pets might be chained, like Kyle. Eric had high hopes for him...he'd make a great pet yet...
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