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Author's Note: A fourth installment and in record time? Count yourselves lucky as I had some free time and no writer's block this time around. You were all hoping for another one, don't deny it, and as long as people still read this and its predecessors, I will continue to keep writing more of this pairing in this Second series. Of course, I'm curious, any of you gals and guys have any ideas of what you'd like to see other that something obvious (like Kyle and Stan becoming friends again)? This is going to be a give and take relationship: you no give me ideas, me no write more smut for you. Simple, yes? So don't be tightlipped, talk to me! Now, without keeping you away from your fix, enjoy.

Second Rate

Kyle had never really been a fan of the Christmas Break during the school. Sure, he enjoyed not having to go to school and sleep in late like everybody else. It was just that the break was for Christmas, the time of year where he was forgotten by all his peers and left to his lonesome until December 26.

However, this most recent break hadn’t been like all the others. He had found, much to his pleasure, that Craig, his boyfriend and (here he shuddered) “high school sweetheart,” had spent practically every waking moment at his side, keeping him company and whatnot. Thus far, it had been the best break he had had all his academic career and hr found himself looking forward to the next year despite the fact that they were currently in January.

Yep, it was the new year and school was starting back up again. It was back to the grindstone until Spring Break but that seemed so far off…

At least not all of his classes were classwork. He had been fortunate enough to get a period to man the receptionist desk in the main office. It was a long, dull time for him but this was the kind of thing that looked good on college applications. So even though he grinned and beared with it, he would still admit that it was better than being in an AP class. Sure his mom didn’t like that he didn’t have all AP classes but fuck her! This would pay off in the long run, just she wait! He hadn’t backed down on this one and he had to owe it to the confidence that had been instilled in him ever since he started going out with Craig.

He owed a lot to the big lug, he had to admit.

That night during that party had been a life-changing one, even though it didn’t seem like it at the time. Only looking back on it now did he see that it was worth stopping to attack that defenseless tree and going back over to Craig’s where the other, larger teen showed him how to use (here he blushed) various sex toys.

Of course, a result of that was the ruination of the long friendship he had shared with Stan Marsh since Pre-K and while there were times he regretted getting into a fight with his ex-super best friend, there were other times that he was glad that he didn’t have to be a part of that drama anymore. The only person that he still kept in touch with from the old group was Kenny and how could he not? The sex fiend was too likeable not to like; that and he was a treasure trove of knowledge of what to do in the bedroom.

But he was getting to know Craig’s group better now. He found that Clyde was a pretty okay guy once you managed to get through the arrogance he had that he was still the cutest guy in the class. Token was also okay as long as you didn’t get too jealous of his family’s wealth and Tweek was pretty entertaining, just like he had been when he, Stan, and Cartman had him replace a deceased Kenny back in the fourth grade.

One thing that he didn’t regret was leaving Cartman, that fat asshole, to the wayside. Now he was Stan’s problem; let that pussy jock deal with that anti-Semitic, fat ass, Nazi wannabe. He didn’t have to take the insults anymore since Craig was more than willing to take on the fatass.

“Kyle?” one of the office secretaries spoke. “Would you be a dear and take this down to Coach Hat? He hasn’t been by to his mailbox lately and we don’t want him to get too far behind.”

“Sure,” the Jew chirped, standing up.

It wasn’t that he was bored that he agreed so quickly. Nah, he just wanted an excuse to go to the gym and get a look at his beefcake of a boyfriend. He had Athletics this period and since football season was over, the brunette was probably bored out of his mind. He’d deliver Coach Hat’s mail, get a little TLC from Craig, then beat it back to the main office before the bell rang.

“You’re an angel,” the grandmotherish secretary thanked him and he had to admit, he wouldn’t have been able to say no to the old lady even if he wanted to.

Of course, he wouldn’t be admitting that anytime soon…

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Kyle wasn’t far off in his estimation that Craig was bored. Since football was the only sport Craig played until powerlifting began, he really had nothing to do in the meantime. He’d do wrestling but South Park was too cheap for it and if he wanted to do that, he’d have to go and tryout in Denver.

However, just because he had nothing to do, school wise, didn’t mean there wasn’t something he couldn’t do. Since the coach didn’t want to leave the athletes in the gym by themselves while he took care of some stuff in the weightroom, he had brought them all along and told them not to go out of the building and screw around.

The guy was probably looking at porn, Craig surmised, rolling his eyes. He had been in his office an awfully long time with the blinds closed and the door locked, what else was he to expect? At least he wasn’t like that sick, baby killer brother of his. He was still embarrassed that his father thought that bastard hadn’t killed all those babies and only did it in self-defense.

So what did this mean for him? Well, since all athletes were required to be in their gym clothes for the entire period, he took Clyde and Token aside and had hit the weights with a lackadaisical attitude. Yeah, he had learned lackadaisical from Kyle and the little Jew loved it when he said such words during sex.

Since they weren’t really in it, the three of them just screwed around and since they were spotting one another, there was no worry for injury. At least not yet but they were teenagers! They were invincible and confident that their youth could protect them.

So after benchpressing another ten reps, he sat up and rubbed a shoulder, trying to work the strain out as Clyde and Token continued to jest. There was nothing like working up a sweat, or so Craig thought. Of course, he could think of other activities that also got him sweating but were infinitely more times better than lifting weights.

Starting to work on the other shoulder, he spied from the corner of his eye a certain pussy jock glaring at him but the brunette showed no sign that he noticed.

“Is it me or has Marsh been looking at me this whole time?” he asked the other two who stopped fooling around and peered at the glaring Stan Marsh.

“Don’t know,” Clyde shrugged. “Maybe?”

“He’s pissed at you,” Token commented. “Think he’s gonna try something?”

“Who knows,” Craig replied before he got a wicked idea. Grinning, he said, “Watch this guys.”

Taking one of his fingers, he touched it to his lips and touched it with his tongue, lapping at it playfully yet not making too much of a scene, yet. Without shooting a look at Stan as his two friends confirmed the other was still watching him, he became more lewd as he dipped his finger in his mouth, pulling it out slightly before pushing it back in. Peeking from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Stan was no longer glaring but was still staring at him with a blank look.

Time to reel this bitch in.

Without further prompting, he pushed the rest of his finger into his mouth and then pulled it out, sucking at it and making it look like he was thinking that it wasn’t a finger that was in his mouth.

“Dude, he’s blushing,” Clyde reported, enjoying the sight of Stan getting flustered. Unlike Craig, Clyde was one hundred percent heterosexual and man did he love the boobs but watching another supposedly heterosexual get flustered so easily was just plain ass funny!

Pulling his finger fully out of his mouth, Craig tossed at look at his rival and winked at him with a smirk. Stan’s eyes widened then quickly narrowed in rage that he had been made a fool of.

“Good one, man!” Token applauded, laughter in his voice. “You really got him!”

“Teach that bitch not to stare,” Craig chuckled, agreeing. “I can understand why he’s looking, though. I am hot but I’m taken.”

“You’re full of yourself, ya know?” Toke replied with a goodhearted laugh.

Suddenly, Craig found himself being pulled up from his seat by his shirt violently and he found himself staring dumbly into the face of a seriously pissed off Stan Marsh.

Frowning, Craig stood up to his full height and shoved the other off him, using the few inches he had on the other to his advantage. “What’s your damn problem Marsh?” he barked, fixing his own glare.

“You know damn well, you fag,” Stan growled back balling his fists. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Oh, but you were looking at me first,” Craig retorted, his fists formed as well. “And if I remember correctly, you didn’t look away either. Something you’re not telling us, Marsh?”

“Fuck you!” Stan roared as he threw himself at the other only to be held back by the other boys who had come to see what was going on.

“Chill dude!” one shouted to Stan. “Coach is here!”

“Yeah, Marsh,” Craig added. “You want a detention of something?”

“Shut up!” Stan shouted and struggled.

That’s when Token came in. “Cool it Craig,” he ordered, “and Stan? Calm the fuck down!”

Stan, however, ignored him. “You and me,” he hissed at Craig, “in the ring. NOW.”

Craig blinked at the venom in the other’s voice but he nodded his agreement. “You want to get your ass handed to you? Be my guest.”

Token could only groan at that.

It had started out as a way to get people to stop fighting, especially when said people had a lot of time on their hands. Tired of seeing his athletes get into fights, Coach Hat had a few mats set up with some heavy ass fighting gear so that whenever someone felt like getting into a fight, they would have to put on the gear first and challenge the other to it. However, that had had the adverse effect and had some of the student body petitioning for a boxing team.

Their efforts thus far had been fruitless.

However, if you wanted to fight, you’d have to do it the legit way and Hat had figured that the whole hassle of it would decrease how the amount of fights.

None of this was considered as word of the duel spread like wildfire throughout the gym. The star quarterback taking on the lead offensive lineman was not something that happened every day. Had Cartman been there instead of with the hockey team (he was the goalie and actually using his fat ass for something useful), a betting pool would have been started.

It was no secret that Stan and Craig didn’t like each other but in recent months the animosity had escalated. Everyone agreed that it was over Kyle and the fact that Stan wasn’t his “super best friend” anymore had to do with it.

The rest of the class formed the “ring” by standing around the large blue mats that were usually laid out for this purpose while the combatants donned the bulky gloves and stiff headgear, slipping their shoes off since one of the rules was that you didn’t step on a mat if you had shoes on unless you were the coaches or the student managers.

Craig traded Stan glare for glare as he rapped his gloved hands together. Oh man, this had been a long time in coming. Even before he had taken Kyle back to his house for the first time he had wanted to punch Stan’s lights out. Kyle did take the edge off…okay, so maybe he got rid of it altogether but right now he wasn’t here and past grievances were just boiling beneath the surface, dying to get out.

And for once, Craig was not going to deny them.

There was no need for a referee or a bell to single the start of it. As if mutually agreeing to begin, the two hormone overloaded boys made their way to the center of the mat where they held up their gloved fists in boxing poses. Craig moved side to side, trying to imitate the fighters he had watched on the TV when he was younger as he circled the mat, Stan matching his every step, swaying side to side like a real boxer.

It was only in this moment that Craig recalled that Stan’s Uncle Jimbo ran a boxing gym and that Stan had worked there for a couple summers.

It was obvious that Stan knew what he was doing as he came at Craig, jabbing with his left while holding his right back for a more devastating blow. Craig found himself struggling to block with his arms as he wasn’t as agile as Stan was. The other dark haired teen spotted an opening and he took it, his right thrusting out and nailing him in the ribs.

Craig jerked and swung at Stan, missing him by a mile as Stan ducked and got in close, landing a few more jabs into his ribs before dancing away. Craig growled as his vision took on a red tint. That was no way that he was going to lose to Marsh, especially in something so one-sided as this.

Spreading his stance out, he recalled his rusty sumo skills, something that made quite a few nearby teens blink seeing as how they did not know what the fuck he was doing. Stan was one of those but despite his surprise, he kept shifting side to side, gloves raised up. Craig simply smirked but held his ground, waiting for his nemesis to make the first move.

He didn’t have to wait long as Stan gave up staying on the defensive and moved in for the kill. Knowing what he was about to do was risking, Craig waited until Stan was close enough before he shot out both of his gloved fists, landing both heavily against Stan’s raised guard and actually forcing the other teen to pausing for a second. Seeing the gamble paying off, Craig decided to break the rules further and throw himself bodily at Stan.

From there, he wacked Stan’s guard to a side and threw another punch, one that missed as Stan drew back and away, bringing his arms back up. All along the his lower arms, the signs of bruising could be seen but Craig paid this no heed as he swung recklessly, missing all his punches once again.

Stan continued to keep moving side to side, landing jabs here and there periodically into his ribs and Craig began to show signs of becoming winded, dropped his defense again for another offensive. Craig was back on the defensive as he brought his arms up to guard his head, inadvertently leaving his gut wide open. And wouldn’t you know it but Stan, being the little bastard that he was, landing a punch into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The others around them cheered while a few booed but all could agree with the violence that was taking place.

Craig grunted and groaned as Stan kept landing punch after punch, not letting up for an instant. Gritting his teeth, he ignored one devastating blow to swing recklessly one more time and got lucky as he nailed Stan in the side of the head. Seeing Stan stagger from the blow, Craig gathered up some remaining dregs and swung a few more wild punches, actually managing to land one into Stan’s chest. Due to his impressive size and strength, built from years of weightlifting and playing football, his hits had more of an oomph to them.

Pulling away, Stan panted as he adjusted himself to the numb throbbing parts of his body; he hadn’t expected Craig to hit him and hit him so hard while he was at it. He was going to have to go for the bastard’s head and put an end to this, proving that he was the best once again.

Seeing how Stan steeled himself before he came at him, Craig raised his guard but that was not enough as a blur suddenly came in-between the two combatants and the next thing Craig knew was Stan’s back slamming right into his face. Not prepared for Stan’s body coming at him like that, he fell back onto his ass, his back soon meeting the mat hard.

He groaned from the pain and he wasn’t alone as Stan copied him verbatim despite his fall being cushioned by him. However, this pain was nothing compared to the fear that flooded his body as a voice from above bellowed down at them.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?!”

Standing above the two conquered teen athletes was none other than his little boyfriend Kyle but the redheaded Jew did not look pleased with either him or Stan at the moment. In fact, he looked quite livid. Craig of all people knew better than to underestimate the strength that lied in that small body but he couldn’t help but be stumped at what the Jew had accomplished.

Kyle was quivering with obvious rage and the aura of wrath that surrounded him was more than enough to keep everyone around at bay and silent…well, maybe not Cartman since the fat fuck was whining about Jews spoiling everything. However, Kyle ignored him, preferring instead to glare down the two boys on the floor.

“You know,” Kyle finally spoke, his voice seething, “I expected more out of both of you.”

With that, he turned on his heels and left, stomping out of the gym with everyone scrambling to get out of his way. Cartman, always a glutton for anything, chased after the Jew but before he could say anything, Kyle spun on a foot and slammed Cartman straight in the gut with a roundhouse kick. While Cartman didn’t stumble back, he did fall down to his knees, groaning in pain and whining childishly as Kyle vanished out the door.

In his gut, Craig knew that he was going to be in for it after school. Pushing Stan off him and letting the pussy jock roll onto the floor, he sat up and let Clyde and Token help him up to his feet.

“Kyle’s pissed,” Clyde said, stating the obvious.

“Man, I am glad I’m not in your shoes,” Token said, his eyes still on the doors that had been Kyle’s abrupt exit.

For perhaps the two hundred and twenty-sixth time, Craig wished he wasn’t either.

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Throughout the rest of the day, Kyle didn’t speak to him, even going as far to nonverbally refuse his non-subtle hints to go to the bathroom during lunch where he could try and apologize and maybe get some sweet make-up sex. It was horrible; he hadn’t been this chaste since before he and Kyle made themselves an official couple. The fact that Kyle could actually restrain himself sexually had never occurred to him before and it was a frightening thing.

So for the rest of the school day, Craig had could only think about the fight he had gotten into with Stan. He hadn’t gotten all his aggression out then and he wanted to pound the Marsh boy into the ground for this. Still, now that he was able to think about it, seeing Kyle rush in between them, grab Stan by his arm, and flip him over and into him was pretty neat. It was almost a “no, duh!” moment for him when he recalled that Kyle still practiced martial arts at the crappy kung fu school on the highway towards Denver.

There was no question that Kyle had ‘risciplene. Perhaps that was the reason why he was holding out so well…

Imagine his surprise then when Kyle spoke unexpectedly to him during the last five minutes of their last class, saying only, “Give me a ride,” in a clipped voice that spoke to the raven haired teen that Kyle was still not over the earlier brawl.

What other choice did he have but to say yes? He wanted to get back into Kyle’s good graces and real soon he might add. Thus it was a silent walk to his car and an even more silent ride towards Kyle’s house, Kyle only speaking to him once just to tell him where to go. The tension in the car was thick, so much so that you could cut it with a knife.

Since this is South Park, you know that’s literal.

Pulling up to the front of the Broflovski residence, Kyle suddenly ordered, “Park.” Looks like he wanted to speak with him after all, and in the privacy of his home…he was so lucky, wasn’t he?

By the time he had gotten out of his car, Kyle was already halfway to his house, powerwalking as he took out his house keys and fiddled with them before opening the door. He had to hurry up after his Jew and get inside the house before his little boyfriend got impatient and shut him out in the cold. Only then did he notice the absence of sounds inside the normally noisy abode and that kinda freaked the offensive lineman out a bit. No one was here to answer his screams and save him from whatever torment Kyle had planned for him.

“Room,” Kyle stated as he marched up the stairs, not even giving him a glance. Craig swallowed and trudged after him.

As usual, Kyle’s room was neat and clean as per Sheila Broflovski’s strict regulations. Craig briefly considered trying to lighten the mood with a comment about Kyle being a momma’s boy but one look at the Jew himself caused the dark haired teen to abandon it.

Kyle’s green eyes bored into him, capturing him into an inescapable trance. After going on so many misadventures that had taken him all over the globe to experiencing the weird shit that occurred in this town itself, those green eyes spoke of not being impressed by an average high school football player and all of that was conveyed to the teen in a single look. Once again Craig swallowed, his throat dry and he tried to shrink in on himself, an impossibility since he was larger than the smaller teen that was successfully intimidating him.

“Care to explain what happened today?” Kyle finally asked, folding his arms over his chest and continuing to stare him down. “Well?”

Craig had the decency to look sheepish, shifting his weight from foot to foot in discomfort. “Well, you’ve been ignoring me all day and giving me blue balls,” he began only to be cut off.

“Cut the crap, you know what I mean,” Kyle snapped, still looking at him dispassionately. Craig would have preferred it if there was just one of the usual glares but Kyle was playing hardball here.

“He started it!” he exclaimed, using the timeless excuse. “He was staring at me and I didn’t like it so I just made fun of him a bit then the next thing I know he’s in my face!”

“Really?” Kyle questioned, raised a dreaded eyebrow. “And you couldn’t have just told him not to look?”

“He wouldn’t have stopped,” he snorted, pouting. “If you saw the way he was looking at me, you’d understand.”

“So you got into a fight because he was looking at you,” Kyle deadpanned.

“No…maybe…” he shrugged. “But he was the one that started the fight! Really! He challenged me and everything!”

“And you had to say yes instead of no and walking away?” Kyle asked.

“Hey, when a guy challenges ya to a fight, you fight,” Craig defended. “A guy’s gotta have pride.”

“Pride, huh?” Kyle stated. After a moment of intense staring, he ordered, “Strip.”

“What?” Craig blinked, trying to make sure he heard right. He could have sworn that Kyle had just told him to—

“Take off your fucking clothes and get on the bed,” Kyle snapped, a trace of anger in his eyes. “Do it or you don’t get my ass.”

That was like pouring a cold bucket of water on him; it was one thing to imply a ban on sex, it was something else entirely when it was stated so boldly. It had only been a few hours so far and he was already suffering from it.

In record time, he was buttnaked and sitting down on Kyle’s bed, a sense of modesty washing over him as Kyle turned his back on him and headed into his closet without a word. There were sounds of stuff being moved as well as a couple things being picked up before Kyle reappeared, marching straight towards him and shoving him onto his back. Unaccustomed to this kind of dominance from his usually submissive boyfriend, Kyle took advantage of his shock to handcuff him to the head board, moving away only to go for his feet and restrain them as well.

Craig swallowed, feeling a bit nervous. What was that Jew thinking up in his head? And why did it involve handcuffs?!

“Kyle?” he ventured, not in his happy place at the moment and uncertain while in his state of helplessness.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Kyle said lightly, loosening his clothes as he headed back into his closet. Over the sounds of rustling, Craig could barely make out, “I’ll make sure to teach you to control your temper.”

That did not bode well. Not for him.

When Kyle reemerged, he was bare from the waist up and in his arms he carried a few items that Craig recognized somewhat. What he didn’t recognize, though, was the string of anal beads that Kyle carried and set down as he took his place at the end of the bed, looking straight up at the bound teen.

“Any last words?” the Jew asked as he pulled out a bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.

“Be gentle,” Craig begged, squirming in his restraints.

“Silly Craig,” Kyle replied as he moved forward to be closer to his boyfriend’s crotch. “That’s the least of your worries.”

“You’re…you’re not going to rape me…are you?” Craig gasped.

Kyle stopped and looked up into his face incredulously. “Hell no!” he exclaimed. “I’m pissed at you but I would never do something like that!”

“That’s good to know,” Criag mumbled as he relaxed somewhat. Then a thought occurred to him. “So what are you going to do?”

“Something you won’t complain about,” Kyle answered as he took the teen’s limp self and began to stroke it, coaxing it slowly to life as he began to finger his opening.

Now, this wasn’t the first time that Craig had been fingers going up his ass; to tell the truth, he’d finger himself while he wacked off. So really, having Kyle fondle him while playfully fingering him wasn’t something new. He easily fell into it even as the Jew managed to fit two of his long, thin fingers into him.

Then Kyle decided to shake it up a bit and take him into his mouth. That got a reaction out of the bound teen as he jerked his hips up. Kyle nearly choked at that but he recovered quickly as he swirled his tongue around his engorged head, applying a light suckage on it that was just heavenly. It was obvious that the action was just a distraction but at the moment, he could have cared less.

Hell, he wasn’t even aware that Kyle had removed his fingers, his hands conspicuously missing from his person. He would have thought that Kyle would at least try to restrain him from bucking his hips up, trying to fit more of his cock into the redhead’s mouth. Of course, none of this occurred to Craig as he was just more concentrated on getting a good blow job, something that Kyle was completely denying him.

And then he was startled by the sudden sensation of something pressing up against his anal opening. Had it been something warm, like a finger, he wouldn’t have paid it much mind but what he felt was something that was more solid and acrylic, almost cool to the touch, that worked its way up into his ass. It was bigger than a finger yet it wasn’t something that was as big as a certain Jew boy’s cock. No, it was something else, something small that slipped into him so quickly that he thought he might have imagined it. That was thrown out of the window, however, since he could feel the small, round object just laying inside of him but he hadn’t a second longer to think about it as it was joined by another small object that was identical in size and shape.

It was only then that he figured it out; Kyle was using the anal beads.

“Kyle?” he spoke up shakily as a third bead was pushed in.

“Relax,” Kyle said in reply. “There’s only three thus far and we have seven more left to go…make that six now.”

Christ, what was that kinky Jew up to? And why did it involve this thing? It wasn’t often he had stuff put up his ass unless he was the one doing it to himself and it involved a vibrator.

“There!” Kyle exclaimed, grinning at the end of the string that held a ring on it. “Now it’s time for the good stuff.”

“Good stuff?” Craig asked, shifting in his bound state and panting from the feeling of the ten beads just lying inside of him, doing nothing.

Kyle didn’t answer him and he removed the rest of his clothes and squirted some more lube into his hand, coating his fingers with it before preparing himself. If there wasn’t any sight erotic enough, Kyle fingering himself took the cake, especially since he was bent over with his ass up in the air, giving the bound teen a good look as the Jew finger fucked himself. Blood rushed down to his crotch and his dick became as hard as hell, begging for relief.

He must have made his discomfort known because Kyle chuckled at him and said, “Patience, Craig.”

“Fuck that!” Craig moaned. “Get over here and give me a hand!”

“Sure,” Kyle replied as he took his still slick, unoccupied hand and began to pump him, causing him to melt under the touch. Oh yeah, that felt nice, oh so nice but then Kyle slowed down and withdrew altogether, frustrating him up until he felt something else wrap around him.

Kyle lowered himself onto his erect cock, taking his time and reveling in the sensation of being filled once more. He didn’t stop moving until he had taken the whole of Craig into him was down to the hilt of his shaft.

Panting, he grinned down at Craig before raising himself up then plopping right back down again, starting up a quick rhythm. Craig rolled his head about, Kyle’s tight passage clenching around him and bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Whenever it seemed like he was about to reach his peak, Kyle would purposely slow down his speed, lifting himself up quickly then lowering himself back down oh so slowly.

Craig whined pitifully, thrusting his hips upwards to try and satisfy the demands his arousal was placing on him. Just when it seemed like he was about to achieve what had long been denied him, Kyle took hold of the ring that laid on the mattress, the only part of the string of beads that had long been forgotten and pulled on it gently, applying only enough force for a bead to come plopping out.

The sensation of something small exiting him jolted Craig and his hips bucked, his mind taken off his immanent climax and delaying it. “What the fuck?” he slurred, still not comprehending what had happened.

Kyle only chuckled malevolently and then proceeded to speed up his body movements, riding him for all he was worth again. And like the time before, just when it seemed like climax was inevitable, he would pull out another bead and start the torturous process all over again.

It was a little bit after the third bead was removed when Kyle finally came. His anal muscles tightened all over Craig but the bound teen couldn’t quite come. Gasping, the corners of Kyle’s lips quirked upwards as he remained still, torturing Craig further with him immobility.

“Kyle…” he whined as he squirmed beneath the Jew. “C’mon already! Let me cum, please?”

“But Craigy dear, we still have seven beads left,” Kyle admonished. “You ain’t cumming until they’re all out.”

It was only now that Craig came to the realization that this fucking session was more than what it seemed. It was punishment and he had a good idea for what.

Hearing Kyle say that, it nearly put him to tears.

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Kyle enjoyed the control he had over his much larger, much stronger boyfriend and he milked the situation for all it was worth all the while “punishing” Craig for the fight at school. This would teach him to act before he thought!

He had always wanted to use those anal beads for some time after doing a little…research on them but the opportunity to teach Craig a lesson with them was just too tempting. It would only be after his third ejaculation and all the bead were removed that Craig was finally allowed to cum, his load shooting straight up into the Jew powerfully and coating his insides with the hot fluids.

Craig was nothing but a quivering mass of sweat-drenched muscles by now, his chest rising up and down laboriously from the heaves the teen made as he slowly overcame the long-awaited orgasm that had finally claimed his body.

Of course, Craig wasn’t the only person tired here; it was hard work being in that sex position and now Kyle felt like collapsing and giving his exhausted muscles a chance to rest. But first there was one last bit of business to take care of before that.

“Craig,” he spoke. “Craig, look at me.”

Slowly, Craig cracked opened his lust-darkened blue eyes and stared at him, waiting for something else that he could not comprehend yet bracing for it nonetheless.

“No more fights, Craig,” he stated, his green eyes boring into his boyfriend. “No more provoking Stan and anything else like that. You’re better than that, I know.”

Craig nodded his head warily. When it was worded like that, especially at the end, then yeah, he wouldn’t argue, at least not as long as he was still handcuffed to the bed. Who knew what else this kinky bastard would come up with?

“Good,” Kyle breathed out, smiling gently down at him before leaning down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Pulling away, he added, “Be nice and who knows, I might give you a nice treat.”

Well, when you put it that way…

Yawning, Kyle reached over for the key to the handcuffs, making a show of stretching his body to imply to Craig what kind of treats he could expect to get if he played nice with the other children. Craig watched him with hawk eyes as the redhead released him, starting with his hands and then his feet, letting the limbs flopping down bonelessly.

“I think a nap sounds good,” he yawned, curling up against his spent boyfriend.

If he hadn’t closed his eyes in preparation for his rest, he would have caught the glint that suddenly flashed in Craig’s eyes. Seeing as how he didn’t, he wasn’t able to process Craig rolling on top of him and taking hold of wrists, putting each one in a cuff.

Eyes snapping open, Kyle stared lackadaisically as Craig twisted around to secure his ankles before turning back to face him. “Craig? What the hell?” Kyle protested.

“My turn,” Craig growled as he stared down at him predatorily. “Don’t think for a second I’m gonna be gentle, Kyle. It’s payback time!”

He could only gulp anxiously at that before Craig crashed his lips onto his roughly.
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