A/N: Hi there, I'm testing the waters with this fic and I hope you all like it.
WARNING: This fic contains RAPE and reader discretion is advised.
Also, Kyle is very OOC in the second part of this and you will understand why.
Read the Author's Note at the end for more info on this work and a possible sequel.
I'm in love with Eric Cartman. Call me crazy or whatever, it's not like I never doubted my sanity before.
Everyone in South Park hated that fat bastard. I guess that's not really true since I've just said I love him right? Well I hate him just as much as I love him, and besides myself there is his mom and Butters. His mom I can understand, but Butters actually liking Cartman is really weird to me. The guy tortures him to no end, and still he stays by his side like a loyal dog.
I suppose that's because his parents always abused him, that's bound to mess with his sense of love and he probably thinks that the ones who love him the most are the ones who treat him the worst.
I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here. I probably should give a little background to this whole thing.
It all started back when I was 11 years old. That was the first time I realized I was a fag. Talk about a shocking revelation, I barely could sleep at night thanks to the fear I had of anyone finding out I was a freak. It took me a year to finally accept myself and coincidentally that was around the time I discovered my crush on Cartman.
We were fighting like we always did, but this time was one of the rare occasions where things got physical. I beat the shit out of him obviously and as I stood there above him, his face bloody and tears of pain threatening to fall I noticed I had a major boner. I don't have to say how freaked out I was at the time, so much as to turn and run as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom. There I looked myself in the mirror wishing my hard-on to go away and thinking what this all could mean.
Late that night as I was remembering the fight I got aroused once more and decided to relieve myself. And as I came the image running through my mind was of Cartman, beaten and bruised below me. I decided then I was turned on by our fights, and every time we yelled at each other I turned and walked as fast as I could to the bathroom so that I could get rid of the problem in my pants.
At 14 I got tired of keeping my secret and decided I should tell Stan about it. He was my best friend and if there was one person that could accept me for who I was and give me the support I needed it was him. He was shocked at first, but after a couple of days he told me he didn't care if I was gay or not and that he would always be my best friend. Sweet right? Well at least it would have been if that fatass Cartman hadn't found out about me. I still don't know how he did that, I trust Stan not to have mentioned it to anyone but still Cartman found out, and he made me pay for it.
He announced to the whole school how much of a faggot I was and how I loved to get it up my ass. It was the worst week of my life; everyone laughed and made fun of me. I didn't have a moment of peace at school and I was even beaten up for it by Craig and his friends. Stan of course stood by my side and protected me as best as he could. I told him I could take care of myself but he would have none of it. So I swallowed my pride and let him protect me.
After the first week things were a lot better, I was still laughed at but no one tried to beat me up anymore. I decided I should confront Cartman about his little stunt. He said it was just a joke and that he could care less if I was a pillow biter, which actually made me feel a little hope that one day we could be together. Either way I didn't forgive him, once again I got into a fight with him and as usual I won, and as usual I had a boner to show for my victory… sometimes I really hated myself.
This brings me to the present. I'm now 16 years old and I can't take it anymore. In all this years I never once saw Cartman with a girl. Even if no one in their right mind would date him, he really showed no interest whatsoever in the female gender. That got me thinking and I came to the conclusion that he was probably gay. I couldn't be sure of that but it was a big possibility, and if he was indeed gay I'm pretty sure I could convince him to go on a date with me.
It took me three weeks to get the courage to ask him out, and things didn't go as well as I thought.
"Hey Cartman, I have to talk to you." I went to his house after class in order to tell him how I felt. And as I stood there outside of his door, he just looked at me like I had two heads and said:
"And what in the hell would you have to talk to me about Daywalker?" Jesus, it's been 7 years and he still calls me that, it really gets on my nerves. I couldn't let him get to me though, I had to stay calm or else the three weeks of preparation would have been in vain.
"Look asshole, I just have to talk to you, so stop being an idiot and let me in already." So much for being calm.
"Fine Jew, you have 5 minutes to tell me what you want or I'm kicking your ass out." He got back inside and left the door open so that I could follow him. As I entered he was already back on his couch watching TV and eating Cheesy Poofs. Goddamn fatass.
"Could you pay attention to me instead of the TV fatso?" He grumbled something but turned the TV off nonetheless.
"Fine, spill it." He was looking straight at me now and for a moment I hesitated. Was this really a good idea? He probably would make me pay for telling him this. Well it was too late now. I came all this way so I might as well do it.
"You know I'm gay right?" He snorted at me.
"Of course I know you're a fairy Kahl, I've known since I first met you."
"Well, what you don't know… is that I… l-like you." There I've said it. He looked at me with wide eyes and a confused expression.
"What the fuck are you talking about Jew? Are you trying to pull my leg here? Cause if you are it's not fucking funny you bastard."
"No Cartman, I'm serious. I've liked you for awhile now. I only managed the courage to tell you today." And then, he started to laugh… a lot. I guess there were worse ways to break my heart. I just didn't expect it to hurt so damn much.
"HAHAHAHAHA…. Look Kahl I…. HAHAHAHA." Son of a bitch, it was not that funny. I had enough of it.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH FATASS OR I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" At my outburst he actually managed to control himself. He was panting a little from all the laughing and I began to wonder what the hell I was still standing here for. He started to speak again.
"Sorry Kahl, but you have to see the irony in this. I never thought you'd have a boner for me, hell I though you liked Stan." Stan? I never looked at Stan that way; he was like a brother to me. Just thinking of me and him together made me kinda sick.
"Of course not you idiot, Stan is my friend and nothing else." He gave me a skeptical look but decided to drop the subject. What he said then made me feel better about my rejection.
"Look Jew I've said it before, I don't care if you're a fag okay? But still I don't like you back. I'm not gay dude." Even though my heart was already in pieces, at least I could accept the fact that he rejected me because he's just not attracted to boys. It's a lot better than if he just thought I was ugly or something.
"Right. Thanks I guess, thank you for being honest with me. I should probably be going now. I guess I'll see you at school." I went to the door and just as I was closing it behind me I heard him say:
"Don't need to thank me Jew."
That was two weeks ago and I was still recovering. I cried a lot that night but things were starting to look up finally. I still loved him, but I was accepting the fact that we were not meant to be.
And that's when my life went to hell.
I was at my locker before the first class of the day when Kenny came up to talk to me. I closed my locker and turned to give him my full attention.
"Kyle you are not going to believe this." I rolled my eyes at him. Kenny loved a good gossip.
"What is it Ken?"
"The fatass is a fag man! He's actually a freaking queer dude!" What? Bullshit, Cartman's not gay damn it. I don't know where Kenny heard this nonsense but I was going to correct him.
"What? Ken please, Cartman is not a fag dude. Believe it or not he's straight." What he said next really took me by surprise.
"Tell that to Butters then. Those two weirdos are walking all around the school holding hands Kyle. It's the gayest thing I've seen since Mr. Slave." He's just trying to mess with me. There is no other explanation to this. Cartman told me himself he wasn't gay. This is all a big misunderstanding.
"Either way you can see it for yourself Kyle, it seems they are coming this way." And sure enough Butters and Cartman were coming this way, holding hands like a fucking couple. I couldn't believe my eyes. My heart was in my throat and I felt tears threatening to fall. I kept telling myself this was just a misunderstanding. It had to be.
Then what I feared happened. Cartman arrived at his locker and when he was about to part ways with Butters the little faggot actually kissed him! On the lips no less. And Cartman wasn't punching him like he should be doing… he… he actually kissed him back. This is not happening… this is a dream… it has to be.
I've had enough, just as Butters disappeared around the corner I went to Cartman, grabbed his arm and started to drag him out of the school. Class be damned.
"What the hell Jew? Where are you taking me?" I didn't bother to give him an answer until we were alone and outside. I looked at him and said:
"What the fuck are you doing Cartman? You're not gay so why are you fucking holding hands and kissing goddamn Butters?" He avoided my eyes. He actually fucking avoided my eyes as he told me the last thing I wanted to hear at the moment.
"Look Kyle it's… it's complicated alright? I didn't plan this. Butters was over at my house a couple of days ago and we were just playing some games and… well… next thing I know I'm kissing him and he's kissing me back. I don't know how that happened… honest… it just did."
"What about me asshole? Why the fuck would you pick Butters over me?" I was damn near crying right then. Nothing made sense… why was Cartman doing this to me?
"Kyle… I'm sorry. I told you I don't like you like that. Hell, I didn't know I liked Butters either but… kissing him just felt so right you know? It was such an amazing feeling and… well… now we are dating. I think I've found the person I was waiting all these years for." This is ridiculous. He can't be serious I mean…. Butters? Freaking Butters? That guy is just so boring and annoying and Cartman was supposed to hate him not date him! This is pretty fucked up right here.
"Cartman, please think about it. It's Butters dude! You hate his guts! He's dumb and emotionally retarded. You can't possibly like him!"
"Look, I don't care if it seems weird to everyone else. It feels right to me and that's what matters. I hope you can understand this Kyle. I'm sorry I was always such a jerk to you. I think I can finally move on y'know? Start over. Anyway we should go to class. See you later." And just like that he was gone.
That bastard. He lied to me; he actually lied to my fucking face while he was messing around with Butters behind my back! How could he betray me like this? I was the one he always fought with! I was his rival… his challenge… his motivation… just like he was mine… and now I'm nothing.
Something snapped inside me right then.
Just wait Eric Cartman. I will make you pay.
The next few days went by uneventfully. I wasn't really paying attention to my classes or to my friends and Stan was really worried about me because of it. I didn't really care about that. I didn't care about anything anymore besides my revenge.
It took me two days to figure out what I was going to do. And when I finally decided on my plan I had to jack off because the idea made me so fucking horny. I would have to be careful but it was something I really could do. And it would get my message across to that fat piece of shit.
It made me sick to watch those two. Butters seemed really happy. Poor bastard really has no idea how much of an asshole Cartman is. Cartman is trash, he is useless and a cancer to humanity. I was trash too now that he reduced me to his level but I didn't care.
No one in school made fun of Cartman or Butters like they made of me two years ago. That pissed me off. They were all afraid of Cartman since the Scott Tenorman incident. Bunch of faggots.
There they were. Sitting in lunch together. Butters feeding Cartman like he was some kind of invalid. It made me want to go there and break his little hand. Those two are such fags it makes me want to throw up. They kiss and hug as if they were a real couple. That's a laugh; those two are freaks that's what they are.
And Cartman was smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. That would change… tonight.
It was around six in the afternoon when I decided to make my move. I went to Cartman's house and noticed his car was gone. Lucky for me.
I hid in the bushes near his driveway. I knew his mom was AWOL for two weeks now so she wouldn't be a problem. With me I had a pocket knife, some duct tape, a rope and a baseball bat I got from Stan without him knowing.
I waited four hours until he came back. He was probably fucking that faggot boyfriend of his. How pitiful.
As he climbed out of his car and walked to his front door I quickly looked around, noticed we were alone and ran to him. He heard me and just as he was turning around to see who was coming I swung the bat with all my strength and hit him square on the back of his head. He was out. Time to move on with the plan.
I got him inside of his house and up to his room. I was fucking tired thanks to how fat he was. But I managed. I tied his hands to his bed, put some duct tape around his mouth so that he wouldn't scream when he woke up and relieved him of his clothes. There he was beneath me, completely naked and helpless. I was so fucking hard it hurt. But I couldn't do anything yet. He had to be awake for this. He had to witness all I did to him, it was the only way for him to learn his lesson.
While I waited I decided to get naked as well. It would increase his shock when he woke up. Though I felt a little stupid standing there with a huge boner. As I looked around the room I spotted a couple of framed pictures of the gang. There was one of him and Kenny at Bebe's party last year. One of the four of us at Stark's Pond when we were 9. One of him and Butters. And… one of me and him? I don't really remember that picture but I was looking very annoyed at something, probably him, and he was smirking. Why would he keep a picture of me and him? That almost made me give up on my revenge. Almost… I didn't come all this way to give up now. And it looks like he's finally waking up.
He's kind of out of it… which is understandable since the blow was really hard. His eyes finally clear up enough and he looks at me. It takes him just a moment to notice he's tied up and that we are both naked. He looks scared out of his mind and I feel a twitch in my cock.
I guess I should explain what's going on to him. But first let's see what he says. I tear the duct tape from his mouth and instantly regret it.
"YOU FUCKING JEW! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME? UNTIE ME THIS INSTANT OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!" I can't let that one slide. He has to learn who's calling the shots in here. I slap him hard across the face and he shuts up immediately.
"Be quiet Eric. I'll explain everything." I get my face real close to his, almost touching our lips. He blushes a little. How cute.
"You see Eric, you've been a very naughty boy. All your life you made others miserable, including that queer Butters who happens to be your butt buddy right now. Well I for one am sick and tired of your bullshit. And that is why I'm here… to teach you a lesson." I see he's going to say something but I shut him up with the duct tape I tore off earlier. I give him a quick peck to his lips through the duct tape and get some distance between us.
"Now Eric… this will hurt… a lot. But it's nothing like the pain you made me feel. So keep in mind that I could be doing much worse to you. "As I say this I position myself between his legs. I can't believe what I'm about to do and I almost moan out of expectation.
Oh my… he's crying… he is actually crying. This is too good to be true. This bastard is crying like a baby. I really have to hold back my laughter at this. It's time to make him cry a little more.
I enter him without warning, completely… he's screaming so hard I can hear him through the duct tape. And that just makes me harder. He's so tight I almost cum right there but I hold back. I don't give it more than 4 seconds before I'm pulling back and entering him again and again. The tears he's shedding make me all the more excited. It's not long before I release inside of him.
That was awesome. I never thought it would be this good to fuck Cartman. But I'm not done yet. I grab my pocket knife while I'm still inside him and start to make a few cuts through his chest. He's still chubby but not obese like he was when we were kids. I don't know why but I think he's gorgeous.
After a few more cuts I notice he passed out. What a pussy. It's not fun to do anything while he's asleep… besides I think I already did enough for one night. I dress myself and leave him there. As I'm climbing down the stairs of his house I pick up the phone and call the cops. I tell them I just raped someone and hang up. They will track the phone call in no time so I get out of there as fast as I can.
I know for a fact Cartman won't tell the cops I raped him. Hell, he probably would never go to the cops in the first place thanks to his pride. I'm sure by tomorrow everyone will know what happened to him… this is a small town after all and news travel fast. He will wish to be dead when he finds out everyone knows what happened to him. I broke him, I know that and I couldn't be happier.
The next day as I'm walking up the school entrance I can already hear the whispers of the other students. Everyone is talking about how the Nazi kid was raped last night. I feel bad I can't gloat about this to anyone… I feel so good about myself right now. And my mood only improves when I see Butters crying like the little girl he is while being held by Kenny. Again I have to hold back my laugher.
I soon start to think of last night. It was the best night of my life and I get hard again thinking about it. Looks like I'll have to go to the bathroom again.
After I relieved myself I go back to class just as Mr. Garrison is making the official announcement that Eric is in the hospital. I lower my head on my table to hide the grin that spreads in my face.
Life's never been better.
A/N: Okay, if you've read through all that I thank you and I would be glad to read what you think of it. Also if I think I could make another part that will be through Cartman's POV, through the whole ordeal… Kyle's coming out to Stan and forward. I will do it if there is interest from the readers.
As to why I made Kyle a rapist in this… well… I've read basically all Kyman fics here and I saw a lot of those where Cartman raped Kyle… So I though it would be fun to see a reversed situation.
Thanks for reading and don't forget to review^^