Southpark Kink Meme
The Official Southpark Kink Meme!
OFFICIAL COMPLAINT POST
Here's how it works.
Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.
MAKE SURE YOU PROVIDE A KINK!!!
This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this postTry not to be too specific or the writer's ( Read more... )
OFFICIAL COMPLAINT POST
Here's how it works.
Post an ANONYMOUSE request. You can request a single character, a pairing, a threesome, or more. IT doesn't matter.
MAKE SURE YOU PROVIDE A KINK!!!
This isn't a pairing meme. For a guide to kinkage, please refer to this postTry not to be too specific or the writer's ( Read more... )
“I...this...wha...” he murmured. “Wha...on?” His eyes closed. Cartman unbuckled his own belt and sat on top of Kyle. “...whu?”
“Be quiet, Jew,” said Cartman. He wrapped the belt around Kyle's neck and clenched both ends in one fist. Kyle tugged lamely at the belt, but even holding his arms up was too much for him now. “I'm going to give you what you've deserved for a long, long time.”
“You...”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Cartman sung, tugging Kyle's jeans open with his free hand. “Don't talk. You'll make things even worse for yourself.” He pulled the jeans down, along with the boxers, and rolled the unresisting body over.
“Why...you...girls...” Kyle wheezed. His head lolled downwards like a ragdoll.
“Oh, this isn't about sex,” said Cartman, now lowering his own pants. “This is about revenge.” He yanked at the belt and Kyle bent back with a scream. His hands scrabbled at thin air, completely unable to connect with his bond. His breath became shallow. Cartman drunk in the sight of Kyle's chest sink and struggle for every gasp of air.
“Nice lovebite,” he commented as he rammed his cock in Kyle's resisting hole. Kyle screamed again, but it was weaker. Kyle was tight and dry and rough on Cartman; he hadn't realised that not using lubricant could hurt him too. To change matters of course now could ruin all, and so he continued to push himself inside. Kyle began to sob and claw at the air behind him. Occassionally a blow would collide with Cartman through luck, but there was no force left in Kyle's body. “Really romantic to have it on your ass. I'm sure your little boyfriend really loves you to do it there.”
“Please...no...”
“But this is what you want, Kyle. You like having things rammed up your ass. Or have you changed your mind?” He began thrusting, surprised at the resistance and difficulty he had in shifting his hips. Slowly he gathered up momentum and managed rigorous thrusts. He jerked the belt back with every jerk of his hips. Kyle moaned in pain beneath him, his limbs all now limp. Ever breath he took was loud and obviously laboured.
“Stop,” he wheezed. “No...nononono...”
“But Kyle, things are feeling smoother,” said Cartman. It was true, to his surprise. Perhaps he had just become accustomed to it.
“No...” Cartman's cock and crotch were feeling wet. He looked down at a spreading coat of blood and laughed.
“Don't complain now, Kyle!” he shouted, as he heaved on the belt once more. His blood pounded in his ears and electrified his body. “Because you're about to get even wetter!”
Kyle's protests ceased before then.
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