Butters sat quietly pondering his lost virginity and the burning of his hurting asshole. He sniffled a little, hoping desperately he wasn't just used and trying to figure out how he was going to lie to himself when he found out that he was.
He had pulled on his clothes despite having just gotten ready to shower. Being entirely naked was just unbearable considering how exposed he was feeling.
The quiet sound of the running shower softly muted by the closed door numbed him up a little. He found it difficult to even manage his basic functions and wondered if it would be any easier to just go home and get grounded for a week or two...or four.
He sighed rubbing his face as sad thoughts punctured his good mood like pins in a swollen water balloon.
Butters' baby blue eyes roamed around the room, fondly doting on the alarm clock, the angry red digits easy to read even when his sight was blurry from tears. Half an hour had crawled by before Eric finally emerged from the shower, sleek and wet, water rolling down his soft, wide frame. Butters nearly lost it, swallowing hard in attempts to right his thoughts. He knew that very second he couldn't hang around for anything, much less a shower.
Eric had ignored him upon his entrance back into the room. Butters slowly got to his feet, his ass was throbbing and he was afraid any fast movement would be tragic. He kept his mouth shut as he nimbly went about the room, keeping out of his way as he grabbed his hoodie and moved past Eric, who had still yet to acknowledge the other. He tugged Eric's bedroom door open, causing a small creak to fill a fraction of the silence that overwhelmed the room.
"Stop right there." Eric barked.
Butters froze, trembling, he didn't look over his shoulder to see where Eric was. He was pretty positive that Eric was lingering by his dresser pulling on clean clothes.
He didn't even hear foot steps, but suddenly he found Eric's lips on his neck, his soft belly pinning him against the door with no hope of moving, his own chest pressed into the hard wood of the door, and Eric's heavy body forcing him ever forward. The larger male took hold of his small hips and jerked him towards his growing arousal.
With a quiet growl he slowly dragged Butters backwards towards the bed. His fingers scraping the door as he desperately tried to stay right where he was. Eric laughed easily throwing Butters on his tangled sheets. "What's wrong now? Second thoughts?" He smirked feeling much more comfortable taking complete control. Butters had caught him off guard earlier and it was a little too intimate for his liking. He wasn't going to let that happen again, and he needed to correct Butters thinking on that. Just in case. His hands landed on Butters waist and he frowned. The pale blond gasped as Eric man-handled him repeatedly.
"You put your clothes back on...running out on me?" He quirked a brow as he roughly pulled Butters' pants down, the tight denim hanging around his ankles. Eric climbed on the bed pulling his towel off and throwing it aside.
Butters yelped as Eric pinned him beneath his girth, his hard shaft poking and prodding at Butters.
"Eric!" Butters cried out, scared for his physical well being. Eric's angrier and dominant attitude didn't bode well for the timid blond.
Cartman licked his own two fingers swabbing Butters' sore little ass, before roughly sliding into him. Eric shivered, a smirk on his lips as he pulled out before forcing his cock back inside the other. He groaned as he tore into him, pounding his little miss till there was blood.
Butters cried out, clutching the sheets trying to anchor himself somehow as he was overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure, the two melding into one feeling as the larger boy did as he liked. His body jerked forward as Cartman's heavy hips forced him forward an inch with each thrust. Eric dug his thick fingers into his slender hips, dragging the blonde back towards him, repeating the action as was necessary. Eric was grunting, sucking down air through his clenched teeth as his climax was building. Butters was just so damn tight, he wasn't even sure if the was going to cum this time or not, he hadn't been very attentive to his needs.
Eric buried himself deep inside the smaller boy, pulling him as close as he could, crying out as he poured himself into the other. Butters had been hard, but he didn't orgasm. Regardless, both of them were breathless, Eric was exhausted, falling back into the mattress, pulling Butters on top of him. He was trembling, he was shocked, to be blunt. He was sure that Eric had felt he'd made a mistake and that it would never happen again. Not that he minded, it was just that his butt was sure sore and he was hoping for a break or something.
Butters blinked the tears from the physical pain away, looking down at Eric and the smug, pleased look of satisfaction on his face made Butters smile. If Eric could find pleasure through him...then he was happy too.
Butters leaned down to give his sweet prince a kiss on the cheek only to find Eric's hand in his face shoving him back.
"No gay shit, Butters." He snapped.
"But Eric...what was-" He opened his mouth ready to comment on the gay sex that they just had.
"Shut up!" He frowned not feeling like arguing his point to a fag like Butters.
Eric slipped out of the tiny blond taking the towel to wipe off his cock, slimy with a mixture of things Eric wasn't prepared to consider...mostly blood and cum.
Butters leaned down and slowly pulled his pants up...Eric had never bothered to fully pull them off.
"So what did you want to do?" Butters asked as he picked up his hoodie finishing what he started fifteen minutes ago.
Eric looked up as he was getting out of bed, to go pull on a pair of jeans, his soft tummy hanging over slightly. Butters didn't really mind Eric being chubby. He'd always been heavy, it was just one of those things he found charming because he loved him so much.
Cartman ran a comb through his hair and glanced over at Butters. "Lunch." He looked at the clock, It was just a little after three. Technically closer to dinner than lunch, but whatever. "Erh...Pizza okay?" He couldn't believe he was actually considering asking Butters to go with him.
"Mh, if that's what you want." Butters smiled happily, noting that he was acknowledged by his one true love.
"Yeah, whatever." Eric frowned, a little disgusted by the look of pleasure on the other's face. He shrugged it off and moved to his desk sitting down and snatching up the phone. He knew the Shakey's number by heart, which also put a soft smile on Butters lips.
Eric glanced over and scowled.
Butters barely managed to eat one slice. Eric consumed the rest of the pizza by himself, that and a liter of soda. One could only be impressed.
Butters watch him quietly devour the rest of it while he ignored him and played around on the internet. "Eric...I think I should probably head home...I'm probably getting grounded..."
"Hm? Why? For what?"
Butters shrugged, standing up. "No idea. But um...I guess I'll see you around?"
Eric frowned, but turned around to continue playing world of warcraft. "Later." He grunted.
Butters glanced back a few times as he slowly shuffled from Eric's room. "Hey Eric, are we...dat-"
"No." He said without looking up.
"Oh...oh right...Okay. Um...B-bye Eric." Butters said, expecting to hear nothing in return, and of course, his expectations were fulfilled.
Butters had been hoping for a ride, but it looked like he would be footing it all they back in the snow, which was fine. He licked his swollen lips and sighed, as the ten minute drive took him an on foot hour. Butters scratched the back of his head as he looked up at his porch and let out a heavy sigh. He held is breath, as he put his key into the lock and opened the door, "Leopold Butters Stotch! You are grounded Mister~! Do you have any idea- "
Butters tuned them out staring blankly at them blinking and nodding as he was sure looked appropriately remorseful of whatever he'd done now. It didn't matter, honestly.
Loo loo loo, I've got some apples
Loo loo loo, you've got some too...
Loo loo loo, let's get together
I know what we can do loo loo
wow...they must really be upset...I have time for another verse!
Loo loo loo, I've got some apples
Loo loo loo, you've got some too...
Loo loo loo, let's make some applesauce
Take off your clothes and loo loo loo...
"So your butt is grounded for the next two weeks! Do you hear me?"
"Y-yessir." He mumbled and shuffled up the stairs to his room. He wasn't phased. He was always grounded.
Butters sat down "Oww!" He gasped getting back on his feet. His butt was hurting something fierce and he shuffled to the bed and snatched a pillow setting it at his computer chair and gently sat down with a sigh of relief. He turned on his monitor and such, letting it boot up, he hummed some loo loo loo and took his phone out of his hoodie.
- I'm grounded for two weeks. Can we hang out at school? - He texted Eric, opening up his chat messenger, signing on.
- Eric can you get on chat?-
Eric didn't reply to the message, but Butters noticed right away when his name finally popped up.
Kokokitty16: Hey Eric!
iHat3juice: What?
Kokokitty16: Did you get my text?
Kokokitty16: about me being grounded?
Kokokitty16: And about school?
iHat3juice: ...and?
Kokokitty16: no, I just...maybe for lunch?
iHat3juice: I dont kno...
iHat3juice: eh
Kokokitty16: I'll make you lunch and do your history paper.
Kokokitty16: Please?
iHat3juice: Yea yea...alrite
iHat3juice: u shoud pay warcraft. its a step up from whatever homo games ur playin
Kokokitty16: should* play* ...That's awesome. I would but...I'm not really good at MMOs and um, I also would have to go out and buy it...and I'm grounded and I have two history papers to write. Plus I'd rather watch you play.
iHat3juice: ...so come over tomarrow after school.
Kokokitty16: tomorrow* Eric...I just told you. I am grounded
Kokokitty16: So I can't...only during school...or I'll be grounded extra.
iHat3juice: Stop corecting me.
Kokokitty16: Sorry, Eric.
iHat3juice: w/e. alrite so, during lunch or something...we'll do something.
iHat3juice has signed out
Butters headed out to school, enjoying the short drive in his powder blue Mini Cooper. It was way too early for Eric to be there, in fact his 'friends' wouldn't show up to nearly the very last minute possible. Though, to be honest with himself, Butters wasn't really looking forward to seeing the boys after the sleepover drama. He actually wanted to hide entirely, from Stan and Kyle and Kenny. Butters swallowed the lump in his throat just thinking about the upset.
Rather the lingering where he could possibly bump into the four of them, he headed straight to gym. There was no way that Craig and Clyde would be around this early so he could change in peace. Butters put his things away in his locker and carried his Hello Kitty tote into the boys locker room. He shuffled to his locker, his head down, his thoughts on the sleepover as the whole fiasco played over and over again in his head. Butters set down his tote on the bench and started spinning the digits of his combo lock, popping it open, he wiggled the door, swinging it free, the blonde frowned when it slammed shut. He looked up and frowned, "Oh...hey fellas..." Butter gulped looking between Craig and Clyde.
"No where to run now, Butters." Clyde sneered and grabbed a fist full of his hoodie hauling the blonde off his feet.
"N-now, fellas...I-I, Please don-"
This was bullshit. There was no reason that he had to go into school early. Other than he needed Butters to give him that paper for class. Stupid project. Stupid second period history. Lame. So lame. Stupid Butters better be around to give it to him, too. That and picked him up a coffee and donut...donuts...something. He grunted as he sped through town slowing down near Harbucks wondering if he should stop. He had time to burn and that was reason enough. Eric stopped in and got himself a large coffee and a box of donuts. Quickly back en route towards the school. Cartman looked around, noting that there wasn't really anyone on the road...which was perfect...it wasn't like in this tiny town that he could just do this whenever the fuck he'd wanted. He'd created a reputation...he had to uphold it. He reached underneath the passenger seat, keeping the truck steady with his free hand, and pulled out a book of CDs. Eric unzipped it, checking around again, just in case, and pulled out a blank CD, nothing written on it, stealthily, pushing it into the CD player he held his breath, cranking the volume.
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"...Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas, please!
Fold em' let em' hit meh raise it baby stay with me!
I love it
Love game intuition play the cards with spades to staaart!
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart!
Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I got
Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I got
Can't read mah,
Can't read mah -
No he can't read my poker face
he's got meh like nobody~!
...
mum mum mum mah!"
Eric was feeling pretty good after that, and he carefully quieted the volume as he rolled into school. Turning the radio off and stuffing the CD book with all his faggoty music back underneath the passenger seat. He spent maybe ten minutes looking for Butters before giving up and going to go smoke with the guys. Kenny, Stan and Kyle all hanging around outside, holding up the side of the school.
Stan seemed to be looking around, "Hey, have you seen Butters?"
Eric shook his head, donut in his mouth. "Mmmnh, nnh." He swallowed, "No clue."
"His car was in the parking lot." Kenny said coolly, scratching his head. "Fatass...give me a donut."
Eric took one out of the box and threw it at Kenny, expecting him to not catch it, but he skillfully did so.
"Why do you homos care? Going to have an orgy?" He laughed, but he was the only one. Eric never noticed that he was often the only one laughing.
Stan frowned at him tempted to go rub the cherry of his cig on fatass' face. "No." He frowned at him and shook his head. "I wanted to apologize for losing it on him."
"Oh. Well, if you see him, get my history paper. I need it." Eric said coolly taking a big sip of coffee. Kenny looked towards Stan, and frowned.
Eric could see that something was about to happen to his donuts. They were plotting against him. He stood up. "I already looked for him." He complained and brushed himself off. "Alright~!" He growled as Stan, Kenny and Kyle, even looked up from his book to glare at Cartman. He walked off with his box of donuts. Butters had...first period...Butters he...what the fuck was his first period class? Gym. Right. He wore those faggy shorts. Heh.
He made his way towards the gym, the hallway that lead solely to the locker rooms and frowned as Tolken was lurking outside the boys locker room. Eric sighed and shook his head. The. fuck. was. this? He stalked the rest of the way, more annoyed then angry. Tolken didn't even try to stop him. He wasn't necessarily supporting what was going on inside the locker room right now. Clyde had told him to look out for people, which he had done. But no one asked him to warn them if someone were coming. Tolken would rather play angry birds on his iPhone. Clearly.
Cartman could hear the snickering and Butters crying. He was such a girl, but the thought crossed his mind that they might DO something...that they might have...no. They wouldn't do that... But whatever they had done, he was going to punish them for. And while he was still vindictive as fuck, sometimes a good beating was the best way to settle shit. Eric walked down towards the back of the locker room dropping what he was holding as he noted that Butters was slumped over, looking really rough. His face covered in bruises, and stained red where he was still bleeding.
Eric didn't say anything, he just grabbed Craig by the shoulders and slammed the thinner male into the wall of lockers behind him. He smirked, satisfied the sound his head made cracking against the metal. "You piece of shit." He growled.