Title: Sharing

Chapter one: Share

Category: South Park

Rating: R. (Sex, graphic verbal abuse, racism…Cartman… Male to multiple Male contact.)

Pairing: Style, K2, and Carlye…or Kyman…Whatever you call it. (Foursome, less-some? )

Summary: Kyle is suddenly pressured by his friends for a little more attention that he's willing to try and give them all…Can Kyle have a stable relationship with his three childhood friends, or will the hectic struggle lead him to a mental breakdown? Foursome!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, None of the characters are mine, and I don't make any profit from this fic…

Warnings: Male to Male to Male to Male contact. Racism…Cartman, I honestly don't feel like labeling everything. So…If you know you shouldn't be reading this, don't. To all others: ENJOY.

"I fucking hate you. Really…With all of my heart, I. Fucking. Hate. You." Eyes narrowing, Kyle felt his blood pump faster, "You're a fucking, Nazi loving, dumb –fucking person. Jesus Christ, for me to think that you actually needed my help or anything for that matter…."

"Kyle…Shut the fuck up, or I swear to God, I will stuff a ball into your mouth." Cartman's voice was soft, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the other as he smirked at him with an ill malice seeping out of his teeth.

"I fucking hate you." He breathed out, his red curls falling over his face. Kyle had figured that Eric was finally a changed person. With the start of their 11th grade year just becoming apparent, Kyle had figured that when Eric had asked him to come over and help him with his mathematics, Kyle had only thought that maybe Eric was finally growing the fuck up, and that he was trying to put his Jew hating ego in a grave. Yet…When he had gotten there, only Eric's mom had been there to answer the door, and she had cheerfully led the redhead down to the basement, informing Kyle that the boys were to stay down there.

Once in the basement though, Eric had yelled at his mom to get the fuck out, and to lock the door behind her. Being Eric's mom, the woman seemed too eager to please her son, and Kyle figured out a few seconds too late what Eric's true intentions were.

"Well Eric, why are we studying down here, and not inside of your room? This place is kinda bumming me out man." Kyle had nervously told Eric about his inner feelings. The Jew was trying so very hard not to let the much stronger, taller, and leaner boy know how he really stressed at the situation.

"How the hell am I going to chain you to the wall if you're in my room Kyle?" Cartman had asked out, his face turned away from Kyle as the boy rummaged through a box.

Kyle's face lit up, and he dropped his math book, turning to run back up the stairs. 'Fuck this!' Kyle had said to himself as he was mentally kicking himself in the ass. 'How the hell did I ever managed to think that Eric, ERIC Cartman was trying to change his ways?'

'Click.'

Kyle froze.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Cartman's voice was more then threatening, yet it held a sort of childish wonder to it. "You're in my house, my basement…On MY property. I fucking own you. Get down from those stairs."

Kyle turned around slowly, remembering the sound he had just heard, knowing how it threatened so many lives before today. Cartman stood there, a gun in one hand, cocked and aimed at Kyle, and a long, rusty looking chain that lay limp at one side, in his other hand. There was a look of pure happiness and bliss on Eric's face, and he couldn't help but giggle slightly. "You….You wouldn't shoot me. You're mom would hear…Eric, all I have to do is scream and your mom will come runn—"

"Really? You think so? Go on Kyle, scream…As loud as you can, scream. That stupid woman…She's up there making me dinner. Nothings going to get her out of the coke induced daze anyway…."

"Dude! You drugged your own mother?" Kyle spat out, his voice slightly shrill.

"What? Why the hell would I do that to my own mother…Ha, That's just fucked up. She took some by herself. I think she hides it under her fingernails or something." Cartman moved forward. "Come off the stairs Jew boy."

"Awe Fuck." Kyle hissed out.

Now though, Kyle was on his knees, leather chaps exposing his ass and frontal thighs, and his hands cuffed behind his back…Kyle was bound to the wall above him by a single rope, leading down to his back and connected with a silver, metal loop that had four other straps connected to it. Each one of those straps went to a different part of Kyle's body, rounding around his arms (Pinning them to his sides) and over his hips, and finally came to connect at another silver loop in the center of his stomach, below his chest. If Cartman wanted to, he could raise the rope that led to the bound figure and raise him off of the ground, much like that of a piñata. It did allow for a nice support as Kyle leaned forward on his knees in a semi-comfortable position. It was all topped off with Kyle's green hat pulled snuggly over his head and a black dog collar that was loose around his neck. "Eric…Let me go…Please."

"Why would I do that?" Cartman asked out, his form still fully clothed and his smile still apparent. "I'm going to have soooo much fun with this." He winked at Kyle as he moved to the back of his chest, putting the gun away inside of the small box, and instead withdrawing a small camera. "Kyle…You up for some photography?"

"Cartman…When I get out of here…I'm going to kill you." Kyle's face was serious. His eyes narrowed, and his hands clenching, he felt his teeth rubbing against one another as he seethed out the remark. Kyle found it hard to not find the current situation he was in, slightly erotic. There was no way in hell that he was going to allow the Nazi son of a bitch see his enjoyment though.

"Kyle…" Cartman's voice was soft, and for a second, he seemed to think over every word he was saying, "You don't understand how much fun you're going to have." Then, Cartman began to take pictures of Kyle's form. Every angle of Kyle's body became victim to the camera's lens. Picture after picture…And in at least three of them, Cartman made damn sure to pose and smile next to Kyle's face, as if he were taking a picture to be posted on some internet site.

Finally, Kyle watched as Cartman put the camera down and moved slowly over to him. "What the fuck are you doing now?" Kyle hissed out, as if he were oblivious to what Cartman was most likely going to do. (It was apparent by the current bulge that could be seen from the other's pants.)

"Kyle…I'm going to fuck you." Cartman's lips were inches away from Kyle's ear and the boy couldn't help but shiver at the warmth of the other's breathe on his skin, "You're going to wither in my hands…You're going to cum so hard…You'll never think of me in a bad way again. You should feel happy that I'm going to make a Jew like you feel so good." He moved his head away, and went back over to the box, "Why…I know that it's a chance at getting your crummy Jew germs all over my magnificent person, but hell…I'm willing to take that chance." He withdrew a whip from the chest, and smacked it hard against the ground. The leather made a pleasingly sick sound of pain as Kyle flinched at the idea of his skin being subjected to that sort of brutality.

"Hey! Fuck dude, What—" It was a sound that Kyle found absolutely musical. Stan's voice. The voice of his dark haired friend as he opened up the door of the basement. "Are you guys down here? You're mom said— Fuck!"

Kyle looked ahead of himself. Stan was halfway down the steps, and was now frozen in place, looking down at Kyle and his exposed position in the center of the room. "Kyle?" Kenny was soon behind Stan, also frozen in place. Both older boys looking down on their friend. It was actually awkward for Kyle to see the expressions on his friend's faces. Not only was Stan now blushing furiously, but Kenny (Due to the fact that his hoodie's hood was now pulled down) looked to be drooling slightly.

Kyle's face warmed, and he could feel his body shaking slightly, as if he were going to die from the embarrassment. "Will… Will you guys just get me out of here…I'm a little—ah—"

"Hey, how did you guys get the key?" Cartman's voice was slightly interested, though there was no clear suggestion of him being even slightly angry with the other two.

Kyle watched as the two made no rush down the stairs, but simple came down the rest of the way, Stan moving over to look more so at the box and Kenny to move around Kyle's bound form. "Dude, you're mom isn't even awake. I think she took too much crack…Or she's dead."

"Naw…She ain't dead. She's just sleepy is all." Cartman said, his voice slightly unbelieving, or finding a reason to avoid the true fact that his mom was a crack addict.

"Get me the fuck out of here!" Kyle hissed out, his body moving forward so as if to move away from Kenny, who was currently tracing a small heart on Kyle's back. "Why is no one worried about this? Cartman has chained me up in his fucking basement. Can we please get me out of here!" Kyle's voice was more than shrilled and frantic.

"Dude, Kyle…Kenny and I are here now…It's okay. Promise." Stan's voice was soothing, and calm. It made Kyle shake slightly, and every time he over thought about it, (Or rather, that voice whispering into his ear) he would get excited. Kyle closed his eyes, biting his lower lip. He could not deny the fact that he was not only happy that Stan was here, but he was embarrassed by the fact that he was slightly turned on to his current position. Kyle was well aware that he looked good in leather.

"Awe shit you guys, look…" Kenny's voice was ecstatic and loud behind Kyle's head. "He's getting a boner." He happily stated out to the others. Now Kyle knew that there was no way of turning back or ever gaining the chance to forget about this situation.

Cartman wasn't the only one who had physically come to change. Kenny was the second tallest in the group, and lean too. He had become a 'he-pimp' and was popular amongst the guys and girls. He was considered a slut, yet proved to be well groomed and healthy. He had a job now, and a good way of showing his body off. Sculpted muscles were everywhere on his body, and it showed through the tight, revealing clothes that he constantly wore. If anyone ever showed their 'V-cut' off the most, Kenny would be the winner. Stan was the tallest at about 6'2. He was calm, and very quiet. He kept to himself, and currently, Kyle was crushing on him for his personality. It was nice having an attractive, strong and tall friend.

Kyle, on the other hand, remained short. He and Cartman had only grown a few more feet, and it turned out that they were not the type to be looked at as exactly 'On Fire.' Cartman didn't really care about his own features. When he had started to loose weight, he was only slightly thrilled. He could give a shit less though. It was just with Kyle that he didn't seem to enjoy his teenage body, and constantly, he complained about his white skin, red hair, and un-muscled form.

On the other hand, Kenny, Stan and once in a while, Cartman, would compliment him on his body and his hair.

Now though, everyone's eyes were on him, and he kept his head low. This was past his normal level of what he could tolerate, and he knew that his friends were going to definitely make fun of him after this.

"Kyle…Dude…Are you actually getting excited by this?" Stan's voice was slightly questioning, yet held no laugh or lightness to it.

"Of course he is…He's a Jew…It's in his blood to be tied up and used." Cartman's sarcasm was thick, and Kyle couldn't help but let a tear run down in face. He tried to hide it, but as soon as it rolled off of his face, someone bent in front of him, and picked up his jaw.

Kenny smiled happily, looking at Kyle's face, and then holding up his chin, "Hey… Kyle…You look so cute when you cry. Don't listen to Cartman though, he's a fucking idiot. Don't be ashamed, we all have our guilty little secrets." He winked at Kyle, and the Jew felt his eyes close shut, and then felt a wet, slick organ slip over his cheek, tracing over the area that his tear had just covered. "Kyle…" Kenny's voice breathed out gently, "You taste so good." He moved his head forward, and Kyle could feel the other's soft skin trace over his head and then come to rest a pair of lips onto the bottom of his ear, "Let me taste some more of you? Kay?" Kenny asked, nearly begging the other.

Kyle moaned. It was short, and he seemed to not realize that he had been doing it. For a second, he thought that he was in one of his own fantasies, where Kenny had teased him so many times. (Kyle is very aware that he enjoys boys rather then girls.) His eyes opening, Kyle looked up at Kenny who had moved his head away. "I don't want to do this anymore…Please…" He begged.

"Jesus, doesn't he look good when he begs?" Cartman said, his voice sounding rather evil for a second. He moved forward, whip in hand, looking as if he were about to strike the Jew down.

"Hey, Hey…" Stan's voice interrupted Cartman in his movements. "Enough." He said.

Kyle's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked up, Kenny still near his side, his hand in his hair. "Don't tell me you don't want a piece of this Stan…" Kenny's voice cooed as he pulled back on Kyle's hair, the red head gasping and hissing softly from the pain.

"What?" Kyle stammered out. He felt a new wave of hot shame flash through his boy at the thought of Stan openly denying him, and he couldn't help but look down.

"What? No… I mean…Like, if we go through with this, I don't think Cartman should get to use any weapons on Kyle. That's just…Not…Right." Stan's voice was hard.

"Stan? Don't! I-" Kyle was cut off by Cartman, who cupped a hand over Kyle's mouth.

"Hey… I went through the trouble of having him come here, to my house." Cartman hissed out.

"Yeah…But think about this one, no one else's house would have worked. And I bet you took pictures, didn't you? Well shit Cartman…We don't get any pictures….So keep your fat mouth shut, and be happy we let you tie him up." Kenny hissed out, standing up to face Cartman fully.

Kyle flinched slightly. This was a set up. He could hear Stan soothing them over quickly though, "He does have a point Cartman. You know that Kyle would have easily agreed to this, had Kenny or I have asked him. I barely think that you really had to use force…"

"You probably freaked him out, that's why he's crying." Kenny looked down for a second, then allowed for his head to shoot back up, "Did you use that fucking gun on him? Jesus dude…"

"Yeah… But I mean, it's not real…So…It's not like it really would have hurt him…" Cartman's voice trialed off.

Kyle thrashed his head around, and began yelling, eyes leaking out fresh new tears. "What?" Everyone fell silent, coming to look over Kyle as they were surprised at his sudden lashing out. "What the fuck are you all talking about? You planned this out?" His eyes glowed and he looked insane for a second. He was trying to cover up the hurt that he felt that his friends would actually betray him.

"Yeah…" Cartman said, "You didn't th—"

"Ah! You guys fucking suck! The gun—You threatened my life you fat piece of shit! You fucking suck!" Kyle spat out.

"Dude, Kyle, it's not like it was real…" Cartman said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah Kyle, we made sure that all of this stuff was safe…That you wouldn't get hurt. You're okay, and it's not like Cartman really wanted to harm you." Stan tried to sooth out.

"You guys lied to me." Kyle's voice fell. "You—You guys planned this all out. All three of you. You somehow got together behind my back, and you all decided, 'Hey…It's just Kyle…Let's betray him, fuck him, and not give a shit about his ego…His life…' My life…" Kyle's voice trailed off. "You guys…" His voice was barely a whisper, "Suck…" He closed his eyes and his head bent forward, as if he had been defeated.

"Kyle…Shit…It's not like that." Kenny said, his hand moving to slowly caress Kyle's face. The red head turned from him though, and rested his head to the other side, as if it were effective in avoiding contact.

"Kyle…" Stan's voice was close to him, and when he picked his head up, Stan, with watering eyes, looked at him. "We never meant to hurt you. We're all doing this because we all…In SOME way…" He looked over at Cartman for a second, "Love you." Stan's eyes burned into Kyle's. "Listen…" Kyle's face was picked up, and Stan's warm hand was against his face, warm, "Even if we don't show it…Kenny, Cartman and myself all love you. Trust me. There was no other way that we were all going to work this out on our own. I mean, it's better this way for you and for us then it would be for us to all go up against each other in a means to compete for your love. Kyle…" Stan's voice was soft, "You know how much it would hurt you to see the four of us stop hanging out, and stop talking simply because of you…Right?"

Kyle knew that Stan could manipulate people. He knew, deep down, he knew, that this was either Stan doing just that to him to get his way, or that Stan was completely serious and that the three of them seriously wanted to be with Kyle…And that they were all willing to share so that Kyle would be happy in the end.

Kyle closed his eyes. He won in two ways. He would gain the love of his friends, and a possibly fake truth of knowing that this was all for HIS own good. But, he would also be able to play out one of his greatest fantasies. Then again…If this were all just a lie…Just a means to get to him physically and mentally, Kyle wasn't sure of how he would be able to deal with it.

"Kyle…" Kenny's voice was soft. "It was Cartman who first broke the news to us. He came up to Stan and I."

"What?" Kyle's voice was low. "What news?"

"It doesn't matter Kyle." Cartman seethed out slightly, "All you need to know is that we all want to bone you, and we know that you in some way or another, want us to too." He narrowed his eyes, looking at Kyle. "Tell me I'm wrong." He threatened.

Kyle bit his lip. He looked down again. This was impossible. He wasn't really that easy to read, was he? And how the hell would Cartman know that Kyle had often had dreams of them embracing? He may not have ever voiced, or even thought about Cartman in such a way, but he had more than one dream about his body being dominated by Cartman. He felt sick to his stomach after every dream, but the excitement that it gave him made him more than wonder about the possibilities. "Fuck you…" Kyle said lowly.

"It's okay Kyle…I know when I'm right. It's why I'm doing this. It's for your own good." Cartman said, his face flaunting a smile over it.

"Really…And how the hell would you know what's for my own good?" Kyle spat out.

"You're stressed Kyle." Kenny said, his voice soft, yet holding on firmly. "You know it as well as it shows us. You've been worried about something. Maybe conflicting emotions that you've been having currently? You know…That involve us…Or…" He looked at the other two, "One of us?" He questioned.

"What? NO. I don't have any feelings for any of you. This is why you guys are so crazy, you think you know what's best for me. You don't. You don't even know that I like someone, let alone one of you." Kyle said harshly, then looked over at Stan. For a second, their eyes met, and then something seemed to drag Stan's eyes away form his own, and Kyle saw the sheer hurt come over the other boy.

Feeling ashamed, Kyle looked over at Cartman. The boy had his head moved slightly to the side, and he wasn't giving the other eye contact. Moving his eyes forward, it was Kenny who was still looking at him, his lean frame bent over, and a hand extending so as to reach out to Kyle.

Firmly, the boy took his jaw into his hand, and smiled, eyes bright. "Kyle…You can't hide your emotions from me." There was a sick truth to that. If anyone of them could read people in a way that other's couldn't, it was Kenny. He was built for it, and he was born with it. The ability to read emotions with what seemed to be a highly developed sensor. "I see the way that you look at Stan, the way your eyes furrow with frustration and love when you talk to Cartman, and when you sneak glances at my body. I see when you blush when you notice that we're looking back at you. I notice the hurt in your eyes, as well as your body when you try to confront your feelings, and distill them with some sort of fire blanket. You're in so much mental pain, you can't even tell what you want anymore. Distorted images that you constantly dwell on, thinking that they're bad, or shameful. Fuck Kyle…You're human…We all are. Live. With. It." Kenny cooed out.

Kyle looked away for a second, and noticed that Stan and Cartman were once more looking over him. They were all silent. All knowing that Kenny was right, and also knowing that Kenny was the only one that could articulate their bottled up emotions in such a way. Kyle looked at the ground, how could the three of them so easily understand their emotions, and yet he, Kyle, could not even fathom why they would like him anymore then a friend. His lips chapped, Kyle kept his eyes on the ground, "Do it then." He said.

There was a small happy sigh that came from Cartman's direction, and a sort of clap from Kenny's hands. It was Stan who moved forward, and whispered down near Kyle's ear. "Are you sure?" He asked.

For another second it was silent, and then Kyle looked up, "If you guy's are lying to me…I'll know after this…So yeah, I'm certain. I want you guys to do it. Go through with your arrangement."

"Alright." Stan said, his voice a little low. He stood though, and the three of them looked at one another, "Who gets what?" He asked then. "I may have agreed to share Kyle, but I'm not tapping ball sacks with Cartman."

"And I'm not diving into a cesspool of poverty…" Cartman hissed out to Kenny.

Kenny frowned. "I want to taste him. I'll take bottom."

"What?" Cartman asked, his eye brows raised. "You want to lick his ass hole?"

"What? Dude…Fuck, I want to suck his dick." Kenny said, bewildered that Cartman was so fucking stupid.

"Oh…Yeah…" Cartman said lowly. His eyes brightened, "I want his mouth…I've been waiting so long for Kyle to suck my balls." He seethed out with utter enjoyment.

"Dude! Fuck that! I am NOT putting Cartman's balls in my mouth! I will bite your dick off." Kyle seethed out, having heard the entire conversation that the three were having in front of him.

"Hey! You're all chained up, I really don't think that you have a say in it." Cartman spat out.

"You're not going to force Kyle to do anything when I'm around…Cartman." Kenny said, his voice slightly raised.

"I agree…If Kyle doesn't want to do it…Then I don't think we should make him. I mean, at least he's agreed to let us do things with him…I don't think we should push our luck." Stan's voice was soft, then turning to Kyle, he raised a thumb at him, "Got your back, super best friend!" He said, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to trace a seductive line around his lips.

"Fine. Ass." Cartman huffed. "I'll take his ass…" He seemed slightly unenthusiastic about when he was ending up with. Kenny and Stan just smiled.

Turned to the other two, Stan smiled, "I guess I get the mouth then." He smacked his lips, happily coming to his conclusion. The three of them smiled at one another, then slowly began to look at Kyle, hungry looks coming over them. "Oh! Wait…" Stan looked at them once more, "We have to remember to take it easy on him…He's a virgin."

Kyle flared up. He felt a little ashamed that they could so easily tell that he was one of the only boys in his class that had been unable to get laid. "I—I'm not a virgin!" Kyle stammered, trying hard to fight off the fact that he really was.

Kenny chuckled happily, unzipping his pants a little, "Yeah...Right. I'm the real virgin! Haha-"

"You're a slut." Cartman hissed out.

"Seriously though, Cartman, you have to take it easy on him." Stan's voice was soft.

"Why doesn't Kenny do it then, he's been with more virgins. I really don't think I should be the one…" Cartman was cut off.

"Hey…You picked the ass…I picked the dick…And Stan picked the mouth…Live with it." Kenny's voice was slightly enthused and Cartman's sudden worry of how Kyle should be handled.

"Why does Cartman get to be in my ass again?" Kyle asked out.

"He's the smallest." Came the unison replay of Stan and Kenny.

"Hey! Shit guys! You don't have to say shit like that…Damn… Everyone knows that it's how you use it that really matters." He was then laughed at by the three other persons in the room.

"What ever…" Kyle grumbled out. He moved his eyes back over to Kenny, who was now on the ground next to him, moving his hand over his own organ, and using the other to slowly move his hand over Kyle's soft skin. Nothing was said for a few minutes. Kyle watched as Stan slowly unzipped his jeans, making sure that he slowly withdrew his half erect penis from his pants, while Kenny finished pumping his own organ as he tried to harden himself as well. Kyle couldn't see, but imagined that Cartman was slowly unzipping his pants as well, making sure to take in the form of his bound up friend.

Slowly, he saw Kenny move under him, slowly taking Kyle's organ into his own hands and pumping it slowly. "Ah!" Kyle said, biting his lower lip. Stan was a an inch away from his lips, and was soon covering his lips with his own, his tongue making a small outline over the tender organs.

Cartman was the most distracting though. Short, stubby fingers soon found their way to Kyle's ass, and slowly, Cartman put his hand over the pale skin and stroked it. Kyle could not tell where Cartman's other hand was, but knew that it was away from his sight. Kyle felt Kenny slowly put something onto the head of his penis, and soon realized that it was Kenny's tongue, slowly tracing his head and then taking it into his mouth. He winced slightly, Stan now drawing back, doing something with the lower half of his own body. It gave Kyle a small chance to look down at Kenny, who was now stroking himself with his free hand, extending forward on his knees in a way that made Kyle moan again.

"You need to lean forward more, Kyle." Stan said above him gently. He held his own organ in his hand, and Kyle felt pressure build up in his stomach. There was no way he was going to be able to take all of that into his mouth. Before he could lean forward though, Cartman smacked him hard against his ass, and scoffed from behind him.

"Ah!" Kyle gasped out, looking back at Cartman who was scowling at him. "Don't hit me ass hole." He could see a small tube of some sort of lube in his hand, and he figured he was going to use it on himself to help ease the pain. Kyle's penis twitched at the thought of Cartman inside of him. Immediately, Kenny made a small moan, no doubt feeling the jolt in his mouth. Seconds later, Kenny moved away from Kyle's organ, still pumping the shaft though. His mouth turning up, he looked almost evil.

"Dude, Cartman…Kyle likes being hit. Ha- Ha. He was totally excited about it." Kenny's voice was playfully devilish, and Kyle felt his face go read.

"Kenny!" He screeched out, slightly offended that Kenny was now speaking openly about things that were turning him on.

"Enough." Stan said, moving Kyle's head slowly forward so as not to harm him. Kyle's eyes came to rest on Stan's organ, inches away from his face. He could hear Stan's soft voice say above him, "Just take it in, a little at a time, and suck gently. Don't try to take it all at once, or you might gag on it. 'Kay dude?" Stan asked, his mouth turning into a gentle smile. Instead of replying, Kyle simply opened his mouth and moved his head forward so as to try and take Stan into his mouth. The taller boy moved back though, and Kyle moved forward more, so as to follow the organ, his tongue hanging slightly out. He received a laugh from Stan, who was obviously getting an enjoyment from teasing Kyle. Kyle pouted up at him, as if to show Stan how he didn't approve of the other's actions. Stan smiled, "Okay Okay." He said, and moved towards Kyle, placing himself inside of the boy's mouth.

Kyle twirled his tongue slowly around Stan's organ so as to make an outline of the shaft's head, and moved his own head back and fourth so as to try and take more of the organ in. He could hear Stan moaning above him as he cradled his head in one of his hands.

Kyle could feel Kenny place his lips back onto his organ, making sure he was noticed once more. Kyle shifted slightly, feeling a sort of excitement from the attention that he was receiving. Cartman's hand became apparent again when Kyle felt a fat finger near his entrance. Slowly, Cartman's other hand came to rest onto Kyle's backbone. Kyle's eyes closed again as he felt Cartman slowly ease a finger into his entrance, making sure he didn't move too quickly. "Ah!" Kyle gasped over the organ in his mouth. He closed his mouth, and Stan made a small hiss from Kyle's sudden pressure. "Cay- mehhen!" Kyle's voice gasped out as he felt the boy in back of him slowly pump his finger in and out of his entrance. The pressure building up in his ass, he tried to move forward so as to get away from the other's finger. He found that he was soon entering Kenny's mouth even further and was forcing himself to take Stan deeper into his mouth. Almost at once, Stan pulled out, and Kenny began to move away from Kyle's organ. He only seemed to choke for a second, but was more then surprised then un-used to the feeling of taking the organ deeper into his mouth.

Cartman paused in his movements for a second and hissed out to the Jew, "Don't you think that you're over- reacting slightly?" He seemed rather angry and emphasized his point by pushing the finger deeper into Kyle's rectum.

"Cartman! Fuck!" Kyle seemed to hiss out. He couldn't help but feel a further wave of excitement as the fatter boy continued his movements. Coughing again, Kyle looked up at Stan, who was gently rubbing his face with the palm of his hand.

"Are you okay Kyle? You took a lot that time." His voice was soft, and he seemed slightly concerned.

For a second, Kyle smiled back, "Yeah…I'm okay." Then, he made a gasping sound. He felt Cartman remove his finger, and he whined slightly from the feeling of now being empty. Stan's eyes moved to look in back of Cartman, and it seemed that he was giving him a nod for some reason. Seconds later, Kyle realized why. Cartman was slowly moving into him, inch by inch, shoving his shaft into Kyle's tight body. "Ah! Ha! Gahh!" Kyle gasped out, shutting his eyes and trying hard not to allow for any tears to drop out of his eyes. Kyle's jaw was lifted up, and it seemed that his head was angled to look at Stan. "It- It hurts…" Kyle breathed out, trying hard to suppress a small cry of pain.

Stan leaned down, and softly he kissed Kyle's lips. For a second, it was calm, and the feelings the erupted over his body all came into one focus. It was a pleasurable bliss, and Kyle couldn't help but moan. That single pair of lips that calmed him in the turmoil of passion. The feeling of Kenny's hot lips on his organ, and Cartman pumping as slowly as he could into him…Kyle felt complete. He felt…Loved.

Kyle felt Stan move away from his lips, and then slowly replaced the spot with his still erect organ. He smiled softly, "I'm almost ready Kyle…I'll tell you right before I do, so that you know…" Kyle nodded as if to confirm what the other was trying to tell him. Opening his mouth, Kyle allowed Stan access into his mouth. Once the organ was in, he began to gently suck on the head, as if he were trying to encourage that sweet tasting liquid out of the other's body and into his own.

"Ah!" Kenny's voice was heard from under Kyle, and it seemed as it the blond boy was already cumming, his hands and the floor under him covered in the gooey liquid. He did, however, quickly place his lips back over Kyle's organ and assumed his position again.

"Kyle!" Cartman hissed out, his head leaning forward, and his body pressing hard against Kyle's back. Feeling a sharp pain, Kyle soon noticed that Cartman was trying to pull out, so that he was just barely inside of Kyle's entrance. Then, as if to add another notch into his ego, Kyle could feel Cartman's teeth press into his skin near his neck. Swallowing his skin, Cartman ran his teeth deeply against the tender flesh. It was Kyle's pure will of control that he managed not to bite into Stan's organ that was still pulsing in his own mouth. "Fuck!" Cartman gasped out, letting go of the Jew's skin.

In the next second, Kyle could feel a low pressure burst into his body, and it was as if Cartman had been trying to make sure that most of it was leaking out of the boy's entrance. Kyle could feel it slipping out of him, and making a small trail as it left his body. Cartman slowly pulled out.

Kyle felt himself seconds away from an orgasm, and was trying desperately to fight off the urge to burst in Kenny's mouth. Kyle was actually very surprised that he had not cum already. Kenny was not only very skilled with his tongue, but with the current feeling of Cartman gently kissing his back…Kyle tilted his head back, and found himself moaning to the high heavens, his orgasm causing his body to shake. He knew that Kenny would catch ever ounce of liquid that dripped from his organ.

"Ah! Kyle!" Stan's voice was harsh above him. In another second, Stan was bursting himself, the liquid splattering all over Kyle's face, some of it dripping off of his upper lip and into his mouth. Kyle squinted one eye, and licked his lips. He breathed hard, as did everyone else. Kyle took a small gulp, looking around at the others.

Cartman was leaning against the wall, using a small towel to clean himself off, his breathing slowly catching up to him. Kenny was below him, leaning back, rubbing his knees and licking his lips. His breathing seemed rather normal. Kyle only guessed that it was because Kenny was so used to doing such things on a daily basis. Stan was hovering above him. Smiling down at Kyle as he began to tuck himself away, his limp organ being sent back into hiding.

Kyle took a deep breath, smiling slightly, "Can you guys please untie me now?" He asked.

It was a few minutes before Kenny spoke up first, "Yeah…I guess we could…" He then laughed slightly, but it was apparent that Cartman and Stan would have liked to see Kyle tied up a little longer.

Once free, Kyle rubbed his hands, and tried to sit down. He soon found it hard and decided to put on his clothes rather then anything else. While dressing, he was aware of the looks that he was receiving from the other three. Each one of them taking turns in looking over the area that they had just dominated over, and in turn, each one of them seemed to beam to himself.

"So…Uh…Kyle…Would you like to…Maybe…well spend the night?" Stan asked, his voice somewhat soft.

There came an immediate tension in the room from the other two boys. "Wait…No…I don't think that's fair…" Cartman said, his voice a growl.

"Well…I would like some alone time with Kyle…And I think that if we did a sort of rotation…Maybe it would even out, you know?" Kenny's voice was level, and he seemed to be putting a lot of thought into it.

"Wait…There isn't an even number of days…We can't have Kyle a fair amount." Cartman said, his voice viciously close to anger.

"Ah…You guys…" Kyle said, his voice low, "I think I'm just going to go home tonight…I don't really think I wanna' spend the night at anyone's house. Plus…There's school tomorrow and…I uh…Need to study." Kyle's voice was soft, and he couldn't look any of them in the eye. He moved slowly towards the stairs, the zipper of his pants not even up all of the way.

"Kyle…You're leaving? Already?" Kenny's voice was somewhat sorrow filled, yet held a slight inquisitive tint to it.

"Yeah…Dude, wait, don't leave…We can all go down to KFC and get something to eat…" Cartman's voice sounded rather forced, as if he were trying his hardest to try and keep a level head.

"No- No…I'm not really hungry you guys…" Kyle smiled again, and he could feel his face growing red.

"Kyle… I don't think you should leave just yet…I mean…This was your first time…You should be with us…" Stan's voice was somewhat pleading, as if he were trying to talk the other into staying. When he received no reply from Kyle, he looked over to Kenny, "Well, Kenny, talk to him…Tell him to stay."

Kenny was silent for a moment, then looked at Kyle, "If you want to go, it's your choice Kyle… It's odd that you want to leave…But we shouldn't force you to stay." His eyes narrowed slightly as he tilted his head towards Cartman.

The larger kid said nothing in response.

Kyle laughed lightly, "I have a lot to think about…" He said, and in a few seconds, he was slowly making his way up the stairs. A few seconds after that, he was gone.

…End of chapter one:

11/8/10 9:13AM

11/8/10 10:31 pm

This is a four chapter story…If I remember correctly. Anyway, I just found it, and realized that I can start posting it now that I've already started my other two. Sorry if anyone is too OOC, this I think was actually my very first South Park story (Created, not posted.)

-D. D. Darkwriter

RIP: Jocks Are Sooner Overly Noted.