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The sick thing was that he couldn’t wait. Cartman was actually pleased with himself, he was getting the thing he had wanted for so long.
Kyle being away from him when he left for college consumed him with a loneliness he never knew before. It was only so many black-out drunk nights before realized he couldn’t take it anymore. Cartman needed Kyle, he knew that only Kyle kept him sane. Or more so that Kyle made him insane, Cartman swore to himself that he would have never spiraled so far as it had due to him.
Kyle was his obsession, even platonically at first. Kyle taught him hatred and love. It was wrong of him to just leave Eric now. Kyle made sure he deserved it, so what point was there in pity?
Cartman had dropped out of college the second he realized he couldn’t take living without Kyle any longer. And like the manipulative sadist he is he started planning. Dozens of nights sprawled on the floor of his childhood bedroom figuring out exactly how to get what he wanted. It wasn’t even hard, Kyle had loose contact with his family, few actual college friends. Almost nobody would even know he was missing if not for stupid fucking Stan.
Eric hated nothing more than Kyle and Stan’s friendship. He wanted nothing more than to crush Stan like a bug under his shoe and take Kyle all for himself. Nobody deserved to ever get that close other than Cartman himself.
He didn’t hate Stan in theory. They got along all through high school, even with Cartman’s secret dislike of his friendship with Kyle on the side. They would talk, hangout and at one point they even developed a habit of smoking weed together. Stan’s dad, Randy, always had the good shit anyway.
Now that Stan was in the way of his plan it was different. Not really in the way but kind of an obstacle, or at least in Cartman’s mind. Not like Stan couldn’t be silenced with the right words.
Liane Cartman was way too easy to fold. She knew that she had never been a good parent, exposing her kid to her sexual life at as young as 5 years old. Eric remembered sitting in the cold dark street at night, waiting by his moms side for her to be done prostituting. Those days made him sick now.
She handed over her trust-fund and bank information with minimal questions. Eric knew he could get anything he needed from her, that's why this was so easy for him. Covering up a whole human life just because he wanted Kyle as his pet. The thought made his gut twist in sick satisfaction.
Eric fucking hated Oklahoma, the name even sounded like it was named by a hippie. That’s why he bought his house exactly right there. Making sure it had everything he needed to keep Kyle right where he wanted him with no effort at all. He just had to make some tweaks to the space, the basement was already an open space. Eric bought a thick electric wall-mounted security password lock. Using a full 16 digit passcode for the lock, randomized so only he would ever know it.
He tore the door off the basement bathroom the second he got the house. Kyle didn’t get privileges like that. He was Cartmans and Cartmans only. He had a right to see Kyle at every moment, know where he is at every second.
Kyle attended Berkely, a college for people just as stuck up as himself. Cartman knew Kyle’s life probably just as well as Kyle knew it himself. Cartman had stalked him from the second he got into high school until now. He knew Kyle’s body like no other, He knew that he would get stressed and forget to eat. He knew about the 3 connecting moles underneath his jawline, He knew the exact curve of Kyle’s slightly poking out ribs.
Kyle was an experiment, he brought Cartman exhilaration, even joy. He was the most fascinating person out there. All for Cartman to own himself. His dick twitched against his thigh and he let out a sick smile. He was going to have to get this plan done sooner than later, there was nothing more he needed other than Kyle himself. All for him to own.
Giving into his own desire he flipped on his desk computer, the one he had just got for the house. The house he was going to keep Kyle captive in, and make him beg and cry at Cartman’s mercy. His erection gave a jolt, painful and begging to be attended to. Just doing in the house he was going to have Kyle in was doing things to his mind. He pulled up a file on his computer, fights between him and Kyle on video, blurry photos of Kyle from all angles.
He got himself off faster than ever. Thinking about how Kyle would look at his mercy, tied up and begging.
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Kyle’s life at university was dull. Just like everything else he did. He was truthfully boring.
Trying to bury himself in smarts to distract himself was all he had. He didn’t like a thing about himself. In college he just stopped caring.
He still took care of himself of course, just dressing it down in a way that made him shrink into himself. He was plainly ugly, nobody else deserved to see it. Not even him.
The source of his self-esteem issues started long ago. Even after finding out the list was a fake his self image just crumbled further. Kyle saw no point in trying to look good, a scrawny, pale, redhead like him wouldn’t be able to pull it off anyway.
He and his parents had a major fallout when he was about 16. For such an important thing he couldn’t for the love of himself figure out where the arguing started. All he knew is it kept getting worse, his parents started hating him.
They would lock him out of the house, to which he would have to stay at Stan’s, or sometimes even Kenny’s. They would just kick him out during arguments and lock the door. Like they had just given up. Ike was their new golden boy then, they didn’t care about Kyle anymore.
Kyle was a fierce kid, he didn’t back down. He argued because it was all the time he could get with his mom. She knew what he was doing too, always looking at him with a disappointed glare. A memory of a fight with his mom popped up in his head, distant by time but still a clear memory.
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Kyle stood, cross legged, leaning against the fridge in his kitchen. His sharp angry glare was directed at his mother.
Sheila hummed to herself, making mashed potatoes for their family to go with supper. Kyle was invited but not wanted, a mutual agreement between the two. She could feel his gaze on her back. She knew what he was waiting for too.
A chance to chew into her, to argue. She sighed to herself, turning around to face Kyle leaning against the fridge.
He tensed up, freezing at her movement. She got closer and closer and his breathing sped up. Kyle wasn’t expecting it to go like this.
Sheila looked at him with pity, the disgust turmoil in his gut. He glared back, a little softer this time though.
“ Kyle? Are you waiting for something?” Sheila asked him, a knowing expression on her face.
Kyle panicked, “ no, no, I'm just leaving bye-” he rushed to the stairs to hear his mom’s sharp ‘Ahem’ cut through the air.
He turned around facing her once again, Gerald sat unbothered on the couch in the other room. He had gotten used to ignoring their fighting. When he wasn’t involved at least.
“ Kyle, your time here is over. I don’t want you in my house. You are a guest here.” Sheila said sternly, the tears welled instantly in his eyes.
His eyes burned with effort to not sob right there and then.
“ How can you say that to your own son!” Kyle shouted, visibly on the verge of tears. His mother walked back to her mashed potatoes, not responding.
Kyle rushed to his room a blubbering mess and the rest of the night was spent in tears.
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The memory left Kyle with a hazy mind. He was exhausted. The books laying on his bed were shoved half-hazardly into the growing pile beside his bed.
Kyle stretched his limbs out onto the small mattress and passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Eric was overjoyed, it was the night. He had studied all the exits and entries to Berkely and he already had a key mold to Kyle's room that he made two weeks into his first college semester.
And first it had just been to watch him sleep, Eric truly did love when the so fierce and mighty Kyle Broflovski was at his lowest guard.
Anyone could do anything to him.
And that's where he spiraled, suddenly he found himself resisting to just touch Kyle in any way. He was asleep anyway. He wouldn’t notice.
So Cartman did, seeing the redhead sprawled out on the mattress, his curly hair flying in every direction. He reached out, feeling Kyle’s lanky, skinny body underneath him. He ran his fingers down his unconscious body, bringing them up to his fingers one by one just to see how the boy would taste.
He could feel his dick in his jeans, everything in his body screamed to go further but he didn’t. Eric knew he just had to plan and wait for all his things to come running to him. Kyle included.
Cartman crept out of the building, making sure Kyle’s dorm was exactly the way it was when he left. He wasn’t trying to fuck with his brain right now, that would come later.
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The key slid right into the lock. The dorm room was barren, Kyle didn’t even have a roommate. The only decorations being a lone desk and a pile of books.
Eric's gaze slid over to Kyle, his thick red hair spewn across the pillow in his sleep. He made sure to be quiet and quick, he already had his plan.
Cartman took out 2 small tranquilizing pills, crushing them both up and putting them into a syringe with water. Kyle was a mouth breather, so his mouth was wide open like always.
When Eric was a teenager he would always wait until Kyle fell asleep first at sleepovers. And then that's when he would get what he wanted. He could do anything with Kyle's unconscious body. Eric always imagined fucking Kyles throat in his sleep, his mouth always being open would make it easy. That was a recurring fantasy. Something he would be able to make a truth in a matter of Kyle’s cooperation.
His plan was kinked so only he would win. Seeing Kyle happy and lively wasn’t his interest. Cartman wanted to bring him down to his knees and make him beg for his own life. Knowing that there's nothing he can do to get away. Knowing he’s nothing more than Cartman’s toy.
Cartman stuck the syringe into Kyle’s mouth. Slowly disposing of the sleeping pills inside. Kyle stirred heavily but didn’t wake. Mumbling faintly before passing out again.
Cartman stroked his cheek, running a soft hand through Kyle’s curls. He didn’t want to scare him off by doing more. By doing what he wanted. If Kyle had been kidnapped and violated in the same night it would break his head. And that wasn’t what Cartman wanted to do. He wanted to keep Kyle for himself, not lead him into death.
He picked up the skinny Jew in his arms, bridal style carrying him out of his now abandoned dorm room. Eric locked the door behind himself. Making sure that it was fully shut before trailing down to his car. Parked in a remote spot behind the building without cameras.
Kyle felt even skinnier than he did as a teenager. Cartman was already getting hard but he tried his best to ignore it. He took heavy footsteps down the stairs and to his car. Which was left unlocked so as to not draw attention to him starting it. After all the car was shitty, the engine was loud too.
He popped the trunk and debated putting Kyle in there before shutting it. Cartman still loved Kyle, he wanted to be the only one to hurt him. Him escaping was just not going to happen on his watch.
Cartman shoved Kyle onto the floor of the passenger seat. Hearing his bones crack with effort of trying to fit in such a small space made his eyes light up. Kyle lip was busted now, he hit it too hard against the car door closing it.
Eric made his way over to the driver seat, making sure to lean over and lick the blood right off Kyle's lip first. Rust and metal tasting thick liquid filled his mouth. Cartman savoured those drops of blood, he knew there would be more later though.
He slickly pulled his car out of the parking lot. There would be days of driving ahead of him. The stuff he did for Kyle.. Eric just had to make sure he was always asleep. He had a whole bottle of sleeping pills and he didn’t mind using every single one if it meant Kyle stayed put. He didn’t deserve college. He didn’t deserve a life without Cartman. He was just finally taking back what was already his.
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Kyle awoke restrained to a wall, his confusion and anger got to him before anything else. He was screaming and choking against his restraints.
There was a desolate basement in front of him, the kind with a thick security lock on the door. There were no walls, no bathroom doors.
For the first time Kyle noticed the coldness in his body, looking down he saw himself bare. All his clothes had been stripped away. He screamed and cried out of his dignity.
A beeping of a password being entered filled the room, Kyle screamed even louder. Hoping someone would hear him.
A fat tubby shape walked down the stairs, shaking his head with him as we went.
“ Kahl, Kahl. I thought you’d be smarter than to yell.” He knew it was Cartman, nobody else on the planet would call him
‘ Kahl’.
He screamed into the gag in his mouth, choking on his own spit. Cartman laughed in amusement.
Eric finally went over to undone the gag in his mouth, letting it fall limp to the wall at Kyle’s side.
The sick crushing of bone meeting bone when Kyle headbutted him made him light headed. He didn’t look worn out, on the other hand Kyle was panting. His eyes darting around nervously.
Eric chuckled to himself, he knew that Kyle was still an anxiety riddled mess.
A sob broke through Kyle, and another and another. The snot ran down his face in humiliating streaks, his cold tears running all the way down his bare body.
Eric took his hair into his hands, “ If I knew you would have looked so good tied up I would have done it way before.” Cartman's hands caressed his sides, lowering themselves onto his thighs.
Kyle dry heaved but nothing would come up, he hadn’t eaten in the previous days. Eric's hands against his body felt like hot irons, burning the touch into him.
A scream ripped from his throat before Cartman’s hand was covering his mouth. A sharp slap echoed through the room.
Cartman shook his head, “Kyle, if you’re a good boy down here none of that needs to happen, okay?”
Kyle looked at him, disgusted and spat directly into his eye. A smirk of satisfaction crossed his face as Cartman pulled away with a string of curses and wiped at his face.
Cartman reached into his back pants pocket, pulling out a small taser. “Since you want to be hurt so badly Kahl. Fine, just remember, you deserve this.”
Eric shoved the taser in his side, clicking the button to turn it on.
Kyle had never felt more pain in his life, his entire body ceased up and his mouth foamed at the pain. Sharp electricity shocked his whole body, the pain lingering heavily in his limbs even after. Kyle fell to the side with a thick sob, the restraint being the only thing holding him up.
Kyle shook with sob after sob. Trying frantically to wipe off his tears even with his hands restrained.
Cartman laughed, Kyle could see his dick pressed up against his pants. It was always clear Cartman had a thing for him, not crystal clear until this moment though.
His chest swelled with a sick pride. Which he pushed away. Kyle knew he was just desperate to feel wanted. He wanted nothing to do with Cartman and his sick plans.
Kyle sighed deeply, “What are you playing at Cartman? I'm not doing anything for you. Just let me go.” He reasoned with Cartman.
Cartman chuckled, running a hand up and down Kyle’s bare side. Making him realize how bare he really was. “My plan is you, of so sweet Kylie. You are mine now. You do what I want now.”
Kyle gulped, Eric was playing a joke on him. He wasn’t actually serious about keeping him here.
Eric wiped the fluids from his face, tasting them on his hands. Kyle dry heaved again, wondering what he did to deserve this nightmare.
Still in shock he burst out into another laugh, “ok seriously Cartman. What do you want?”
Eric’s frustration was growing with the questions. Why couldn’t Kyle understand that he was just his now. His hands grabbed possessively at Kyle’s waist.
His hands gripped harder and harder until Kyle was shaking underneath him. Cartman smiled to himself, a sick possessive look.
Kyle was sick to his stomach, the emptiness burned more than the days before. He heaved and heaved but nothing came up.
Cartman’s foot came crashing down on his own. Kyle let out a screech, the tears forming in his eyes once again. Eric’s head shook in disappointment, “ bad Kahl, you’ll learn to love it soon enough.” Cartman smiled as he talked, overjoyed with the situation.
Kyle cried heavier, over all the noise, even over his own mumbled apologies. Cartman nuzzled his face into his, licking the tears from his eyes. He jumped back in disgust but there was nowhere for him to run.
“Mhmm, your tears taste so good, Kahl.” Eric taunted him, breathing in his face. Kyle forced himself to stop sobbing, disgusted that Cartman was getting off on it. Eric forced his face closer to his ear as Kyle squirmed. “ I bet you want a taste too.” He teased, almost leaning into Kyle.
The room blurred, he couldn’t take it anymore. The disgust recoiled so hard in his stomach he felt physically sick. Before he registered what he was doing, stomach acid burned in his throat up and out his mouth. Kyle spat the thick, acidic substance right onto Cartman’s shirt.
Eric growled, scraping the yellow acid off his shirt. Before he could stop himself Kyle was pinned against the wall. His fists flew toward the ginger, his beautiful face cracking and aching with each hit.
It took 5 blows for Kyle to beg and plead for him to stop. The wet sickly look in his eyes made Eric’s heart melt.
Eric wrapped himself around Kyle, “ Of course baby. You just have to behave, okay?”
Kyle froze under him. The realization of what he was doing burned into him. But he couldn’t take another hit, his already malnourished body burned with effort.
His entire face burned, a sickly red substance ran down his neck and dripped to the floor. His eyes barely opened anymore, he was sure about to faint from the effort of even breathing.
Kyle forced himself to stay conscious, fearing what Cartman would do to him passed out. He clearly had a sick, very sexual attraction to him. His head was still asking himself what was there to like? But it sure didn’t matter when it came to Cartman.
Whatever it was it was clearly fucked up. The shame burned through him, still folded in Cartman’s arms. He knew Cartman wasn’t going to be ‘nice’. He knew him.
That had been Kyle's first mistake. His body went limp as he blacked out, the effort of staying awake too much for his fragile head to handle.
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Kyle woke up to a sharp torturous pain in his arms and legs. He had been shoved into a fucking dog cage. Fury burned through him, he wasn’t sad anymore. Kyle Broflovski was fucking mad.
His screams ripped through the room. His legs buckled under the effort of supporting his own body. Kyle didn’t know where Eric was, the house was completely silent other than his insistent screaming.
Which he clearly stopped, leaning his whole body against the cage to try and comfort his aching legs. It burned his body with effort. Kyle screamed and then cried. And then again and again.
His eyes were puffy and red, fingernails bloody and raw from scratching. Kyle's entire face was pressed to the cage, like a begging dog. He could quickly feel his dignity slipping away. The cold numbness settled in his chest.
He cried without noise, letting all the tears run down his face and splash against the floor of the unbearably small cage.
The inside of his own head felt wrong. Like it didn’t belong to him, it was a static thick feeling. Welts from yesterday began to form on his face, Kyle could feel his own tears burn the wounds.
It was hours until Cartman opened that door. Kyle stayed silent as he entered, not moving a muscle, his face still pressed to the cage.
“Well, Kylie. You better be ready to behave now.” Cartman smiled smugly, “ and I have a gift just for youu—” he sing-songed to Kyle.
Kyle could help peer upward. Any source of comfort right now was shamefully accepted. Maybe he was going to tell him this was all a joke, a ploy of some kind.
His whole body ached, he shook uncontrollably in the cage, “cartman.” He weakly said, “ please, please let me out!” Kyle cried, his tears staining his face for the millionth time today.
Eric huffed and unlatched the cage, pinning Kyle’s weak body to the ground before he could move.
“Nuh-huh. You don’t get the right to move freely until you’ve accepted it.” Cartman shook his head and pulled him back to the restraints.
Kyle thrashed his weak body and screamed but it was no help, he was back in those restraints in no time.
Cartman laughed. “ Now with that out of the way we can get your reward.” Kyle stood anxiously, but curiously. Eric threw him a skimpy lace bra and a pair of fishnet tights, he smiled at Kyle. “ Go on, put them on Kylie.”
Kyle shook with rage, “ you are out of your fucking mind if you think im wearing that. Especially for you.” He added with haste, Cartman's face showed no reaction as he moved closer toward Kyle.
“Oh, Kylie, Kylie. I don’t think you understand what's going to happen here.” Cartman said sickly, “ you're my property now. You’ll do whatever I want.”
Kyle's mind blurred, his body going limp. He really wasn’t getting out of this. There was nobody looking for him, other than maybe Stan if he cared enough nowadays. He sure didn’t bother to hangout with him in their college days.
He probably wasn’t even reported yet. His stomach twisted. You should just give up. Accept it Kyle, a voice in his head whispered. Kyle shook it off, there was no way he would break that easily.
Cartman undid his wrist chains, “ go on. Put it on.” He demanded, gesturing to the frilly pink see-through bra on the floor.
Eric watched as Kyle tried to hunch himself over to grab it and cried out in pain. He was already rubbing a hand over his tenting pants. He was going to leave Kyle bare and stripped for the rest of his pathetic life serving Cartman.
Eric tossed it to him. Shame burned up his throat as he tried pulling the fabric over his head. His heart was beating too fast, he was being humiliated, he was being tortured.
He almost cried again when he looked down at the frilly pink bra on his disgusting caving in chest. Embarrassment and shame already coursed through him from being forced bare, to look at his disgusting form all day.
Cartman ran his hands possessively over Kyle’s chest, muttering the word ‘mine’ over and over again. Was it true? Was he Cartman’s?
His head slammed into the wall, the only distraction that could take himself out of thinking about that fast enough.
Cartman licked his lips, looking at Kyle like a piece of meat. He could see Eric’s hand dipped beneath his waistband. Every bone in his body screamed for him to do anything, move, run, scream. Anything. But he froze up, not moving or fighting back at all.
Cartman’s breath hitched as he aggressively touched himself. Kyle looked at the floor in shame.
Eric huffed, “ put on the tights too.” He unchained his leg restraints as well.
Before fully undoing them Cartman glared at him, “ Don’t you try anything. There’s nothing you can do to get out of here. You’ll be in a world of pain if you do.” Kyle glared with hatred, but didn’t move.
Eric huffed once again, his hand resuming its position on top of his jeans. “ Put it on Jew.”
Kyle dropped his knees to the floor, he knew bending over again would traumatize his back once again.
He stared down at his pale legs, dotting with welts and bruises. The fabric burned going over his skin, and it did nothing to conceal himself. Cartman moaned and Kyle looked up to see a wet stickiness coating the front of his pants.
Disgust recoiled in his gut but he said nothing, curling up on the floor. Cartman chuckled, “ good Kylie.” He patted his head and trudged back up the stairs.
Cartman looked at him sternly. “ I’ll leave you unlocked today since you were such a good girl, alright?”
“But,” he added, “ there's no way out of this room without me.” Cartman smiled at his shaking body on the floor. “ I’ll have fun playing with you tomorrow.” The abrupt door lock shut behind Cartman.
The concrete floor being the only thing that filled the space, Cartman said he could ‘ earn furniture’ but probably just by disgusting sex acts.
Kyle sobbed again, curling into a ball and passing out on the dirty floor beneath him.
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